Rubbere

I grasped the knob on the glossy black door. The anonymous alley entrance to the club on the other side had no sign, no name, no hint of its existence. My heart was pounding as anxiety welled up inside my body and replaced the roaring desire for sex that had been there earlier in the day. Now I was nervous, my hands cold and clammy, and I felt extremely heavy, exhausted, and not quite sure I had the ability to finally go through with what we had discussed so many times. But I would not allow myself to turn back. I couldn’t return to my apartment knowing I would regret not doing this. ...