The night began with a whisper of temptation. A handsome straight man was unsuspecting as he drank a spiked drink.
Soon a hazy fog enveloped his mind his body loosening. 
He was easy prey his senses dulled and his inhibitions gone. 
The play started with a gentle touch. 
He was soon deep in slumber unaware of the desires he was igniting. 
The whispers turned to moans as boundaries blurred. 
His body became a canvas for forbidden exploration. 
Each touch ignited a new sensation. 
His sleep was no longer peaceful but filled with unconscious arousal. 
The forbidden fruit was sweet. 
His legs parted invitingly. 
The air grew thick with unspoken desires. 
He was a willing captive in his dreams. 
The night deepened and so did the intensity. 
Every nerve ending was alive. 
He awoke to a faint memory and a body that felt both used and satisfied. 
The morning light brought questions but no answers. 
Only the haunting sensation of a night where boundaries were broken. 
His world would never be the same. 
A secret desire now awakened within him. 
