I tried to recall every minor discussions, plans, conversations happen in real time and presented it here.We want to share our experience here with co...cealing our identity, all the names in this story are not original names. This whole incidents are narrated from both the couple’s perspective. I’ve organized as logical episodes, time to time the story will be narrated by different person.I believe that will be the best way to explain this story as incidents, debates, discussions happen in. Shortly after that I realized I heard a bizarre sound; something like a constant hitting, but it was louder sometimes than others. I couldn’t seem to ignore it, not because it was too loud, just strange, so I got out of bed to investigate this distraction. I soon found that it was coming from Mr. Harris’s place; the sound was familiar yet I couldn’t tell it apart. I couldn’t justify my curiosity to explain me knocking on the man’s door at almost midnight just because I think there’s a noise. I swear, their music gives me eargasms. Suddenly, something I didn’t expect happened in their next break to talk to the audience. They told us all to get our tickets out whilst they chose at random some seat numbers from a hat which someone managed to produce. They called out two numbers and we sat thinking that there was no way this could be us. Jakes number got called. He sat there next to me, elbowing my rib cage, causing some pain. “Whaaaaaaaaat?” “Look…it’s us.” I looked down at his. She had forgotten the recent stripes across her butt, still red and bruised only remembering as he drew in his breath at the sight, she knew she would need to explain that to him later. She led him to her bed made him kneel at the side, then lay before him like a sacrifice, flat on her back, she told him to explore her, he could touch anywhere he wished, ask whatever he wanted, and not be afraid or shy. He began on her breasts, familiar territory perhaps, his touch like a butterfly, sending.