Semua Bab The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Bab 61

I never thought I would walk into a place like that again. Not at my age. Not with my body worn down, my hair gone gray, and the ghosts of all the nights I’d wasted whispering behind me. But something about the quiet of my apartment that evening, the ticking clock, the stale smell of reheated soup, the way the television droned without meaning made me realize I was already dying while still breathing.So I put on my best suit, the one that still fit if I held my breath, polished my shoes until they almost shone, and walked into The Velvet Room like a man walking into confession.The air hit me first, warm, thick, perfumed with smoke and sweat. Music throbbed low, a heartbeat in the dark. Men and women moved like shadows, their laughter sharp, their whispers thick with promise. Mirrors caught flickers of skin and silk, candlelight bending around curves, catching on lips, eyes, hair.I was no fool. I knew I looked out of place. Old men don’t belong in temples of youth and lust. Some loo