That picture was before everything… I still remember that night.
D had a congress in France, and I was really keen to go with him. It was one of the first times we were going to have a threesome with another man. Everything felt exciting—new, forbidden, and just a little scary.
It was a rainy autumn day, and while searching online for things to do, a spa with saunas came up. That was an easy choice—we both love saunas.
We got there, had massages, relaxed for hours, and before heading back to the hotel we decided to go one last time into the sauna. We chose the steam one.
As we walked in, there was this guy already inside making jokes with us. At first I didn’t really pay attention; D was the one talking to him while I just sat there enjoying the warmth.
Then at one point I turned toward him.
And froze.
He was standing above me and my eyes dropped lower before I even realized it. Don’t get me wrong—D has a beautiful body too. But there was something about this stranger that instantly caught my attention. I couldn’t help staring.
D caught me immediately.
He looked at me and winked.
I got embarrassed instantly.
And our new companion definitely noticed too.
Later I found out his father was from South Africa and his mother was French, but at that moment all I knew was that he had this calm confidence about him—the kind that naturally pulls you in.
Later he invited us to the bar and we had a few shots together.
At one point D quietly got my attention and told me to look down.
I did.
And suddenly I understood.
The stranger simply smiled.
My heart immediately started racing.
As music started playing we moved toward the dance floor. He slowly came closer and closer to me until I could feel him right behind me. I remember feeling the heat of his body against mine and suddenly becoming aware of every movement.
Without even thinking, I reached down.
I could feel him throb instantly.
And for a second my heart felt like it stopped.
The walk back to the hotel was probably completely normal, but that night it felt endless—or maybe I just wanted time to slow down.
When we entered our room, our guest walked directly toward the balcony. Outside the rain still covered the city while the lights reflected over the lake. It was a beautiful view.
I had no idea what would happen next.
But somehow it felt like the boys already understood each other.
After my shower, I walked back into the room and immediately froze.
I couldn’t see D.
My eyes drifted back toward our guest and, once again, I caught myself staring.
Then suddenly I felt him gently pull me closer.
I remember looking around instinctively for D again, feeling nervous, excited, and curious all at once.
And then—
the door opened.
D came back.
I looked at him and immediately smiled. I was ridiculously happy to see him.
He walked toward me slowly, looked at me, smiled, then leaned closer.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.
I remember laughing nervously because suddenly all the excitement, adrenaline, and tension hit me at once.
I looked at him and realized something in that moment:
it wasn’t really about the stranger.
It was about us.
About trust.
About sharing an adventure neither of us would ever forget.
And some nights stay with you forever.
That one definitely did
