Gloryhole Swallows – Catherine’s 3rd Visit



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Catherine stepped out of the dimly lit parking lot, her heart racing with a strange mixture of anticipation and fear. The unmistakable glow of the neon sign beckoned her forward, a siren’s call in the dead of night. She adjusted her tight black dress, checking herself in the rearview mirror before locking her car and slipping into the shadowy alley leading to the club. The musky scent of alcohol and arousal hit her senses, piercing the cool night air as she approached the entrance. She was greeted by the familiar sight of a long line of men, all waiting their turn in the anonymity of the gloryhole. Catherine felt her stomach flip-flop as she took her place at the end of the line, her palms slick with sweat. The bouncer, a burly man with a menacing grin, nodded at her, recognizing the regular. “Go on in, Catherine,” he granted, waving a hand towards the door. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and was swallowed by the darkness of the sex club.

As she made her way through the labyrinthine corridors, the sounds of sex echoing through the damp, dimly lit halls, her senses were lifted by the tantalizing scent of lust and desire. Each step brought her closer to the room where her fantasies unfolded. Catherine had visited the club twice before, each time experiencing an overwhelming, intense release. Anonymous and free from the constraints of judgement or societal norms, she reveled in the subversive thrill of faceless, unnamed encounters. This time, she was seeking something more. The room was large, dimly lit by red and blue lights that pulsed in time with the rhythmic drums of the House music seeping through the speakers. At the center of the room stood the gloryhole wall, a series of stalls connected by darkness and the shared pursuit of pleasure. Catherine approached the wall, her heart quickening as she reached for the cold, smooth surface. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the cool dampness of the room on her face, the contrast of the chilly air against the heat within her body.

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