I had always dreamed of being part of this world, of feeling my own fur blend against another’s, of indulging in the sensuality that seemed to linger in the very air. And tonight, I wasn’t just an outsider looking in.

At The Crimson Den, the bass throbbed through my chest as I stepped inside. A scent of musk and wildness hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of expensive whiskey and something far more primal. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, pressed together in tangled velvet and intoxicating fur, whispers of promises exchanged in the heat of the moment.

Then I saw him—a man with obsidian fur, lounging in a shadowed booth, eyes glowing like molten gold. His gaze met mine, predatory and knowing. My breath hitched as he beckoned me with a single clawed finger.

I approached, heart hammering. “First time here?” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously tempting.

I nodded. “First time… experiencing something like this.”

His lips curved into a smirk as he reached out, trailing a fur covered hand along my wrist, a spark igniting at the touch. “Then let’s make it memorable.”

Led into the back of the club, the world was different. Naked bodies bound to the walls, the feel of that soft texture caressing their bodies. As the music from the club softened, it was the moans that echoed through my ears. Men and women laying face side to the wall, the simulations to sex mesmerized me. I’ve heard of dry humping, hell, I’ve done it, but these people were pressing their most intimate parts into a textured wall. Screams of pleasure and release rattled around inside of my head. Whatever this place was, it seemed to be euphoric for those that visited. The electricity that radiated through the walls sent shivers up and down my spine.

I let myself be drawn into the night, into the heat of fur against fur, bodies tangling in the soft glow of candlelight. In Velvet Hollow, pleasure wasn’t just a moment—it was a way of life.

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I love those chronic masturbating sluts. The ones who can’t think of anything else without it going back to sex and porn. I know many, but most won’t admit it. Believe me when I say this, they can’t go a day without thinking about their dick. Everyone has a particular kink, but some are being destroyed by it.

Let me tell you about CM (Yes, that is abbreviated). I’ve known him for a few years longer than he would like to say, but the truth comes out in the bank statement. CM isn’t the normal gooner. He gets nice and drunk and can’t stop himself. Without the alcohol, he is just the normal 6 figure a year businessman. Nice house, lives alone, and has a dog. Not that all that is important, but I just want to give a background that this could be anyone.

A gooner is someone who rapidly indulges in one thing not realizing the outcome until it’s too late.

I met this man in a online chatroom, and studied him before speaking. He is picky when it comes to woman. The one thing that sets him apart from the normal gooner is that he will drop you the moment you show him a nude picture. CM comes from a time where modesty was sexy and a though a woman can be a slut, he doesn’t want that to slap him in the face. No tits and ass pictures for him. Instead I give him women dressed provocatively, but respectfully. With every picture comes a shot. His favorite is Captain Morgan and Cupcake Vodka. I don’t drink so I am guessing these are pretty strong because he gets stupid quick.

The more he drinks, the more I make. Tips are a wonderful thing. He never calls, only tips. We don’t talk about the sexual act, just about how much of a loser he is doing this. The longer we talk, the more combative he becomes. Honestly, I can’t stop laughing when he’s drunk. I never say filth, but he calls me every nasty name he can think of. That’s all okay because that loser is paying me for it all.

A mindless brain dead loser marinated in alcohol.

The longest I’ve spent with CM is about 10 hours. I won’t tell you how much he spent, but most don’t make that on a 2 week paycheck. Poor guy. I almost felt bad, but then I had him pour another drink to settle down the buyers remorse. He was back the next day for more so don’t feel back for this gooner loser.

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