Page 4 of Whispers In Wonderland

The touch of an excellent host and nothing more.

The sound of water cascading down rocks blends with distant animal calls, creating an intoxicating soundscape that pulses through the room, through my body, syncing with the beat of my heart that wants to delve into the exotic primal darkness.

As we enter the next room, the jungle theme bursts into full life around us. I’m surrounded by a tableau of desire and dominance, submission, and spectacle; my eyes can barely keep up. It’s a sensory smorgasbord, with bodies entwined in dance-like motion, the air thick with the musk of arousal and the subtle crackle of latent power.

“Exquisite,” I breathe out, not trusting myself to speak louder lest I disrupt the delicate balance of this ecosystem.

“Isn’t it?” Tiger rumbles, pride in his smirk. He’s looking at me, not the gorgeous green landscape. He’s enjoying my reaction—feeding off it, in the way only people who play with power and emotion can.

I give him a sassy wink before turning my attention to a couple across the room, and for a moment, I forget to breathe. The man and woman stand out like glittering gems in vibrant eye-catching lemur costumes, clearly more invested in immersing themselves in the experience than in the sea of tribal costumes of many patrons.

The intricate detail of their costumes is alluring. Soft fur accents on realistic striped animal markings. From a distance, their costumes appear soft, begging to be touched. As I get closer, the minor details and textures that make up the outfits stand out, making me want to run my hands over them.

The curvy submissive woman carries herself with grace and poise, but the smile directed at her partner is quick and teasing. She’s striking in a seductive black and white fur costume complete with a long fluffy tail and intricate face paint. The man’s costume matches hers; a black and white body suit with strategic ripped openings to accentuate his toned body. Pointy lemur ears top his shoulder length hair, which aren’t so different from the ones on my head. He’s intriguingly added touches of glam with shimmering body paint visible when his movement reveals swaths of skin covering toned abs. His demeanor is suave and his smile charming, the lines of his body confident but not demanding.

Interesting. A kindred spirit, perhaps?

Their chemistry is magnetic, their connection so tangible it draws me toward them like the moon pulls at the tides. I can’t help but approach, my Kitty persona bolstered by curiosity and the undeniable pull of their energy. The Tiger at my side wearing a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire cat that’s an icon of Alice’s Wonderland story as he prowls with me, watchful.

“You have a good eye for adventure,” Tiger murmurs as I make my way toward the lemurs cuddled together atop a fallen tree, providing seating near a glowing fire.

The couple look up at Tiger as we approach, smiling with an easy familiar welcome.

“Good evening, Tiger. Who’s your friend?” the charming lemur with a devil may care grin and small loop in his left eyebrow asks.

“Kitty’s exploring.” Tiger answers noncommittally.

“And you’re chasing her tail?” the curvy woman with arresting green-gold eyes teases.

“Brat,” Tiger accuses good naturedly.

“Hello,” I say, not wanting awkward introductions to break the spell of anonymity. My voice is steady despite the rapid drumming of my pulse. “I couldn’t help but admire… your connection.”

And need for another partner if I don’t miss my mark. Can you stretch that to two? Including a Dom to rule us all? We can make it worth your while.

The lemur couple turns their attention to me, their smiles warm. They exude a sense of camaraderie and openness that welcomes me into their orbit without a word spoken.

“Welcome to Wonderland,” the woman says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you enjoying our little piece of the Amazon?”

“Yes,” I reply, feeling the undercurrent of excitement building within me. This place, these people—they’re all part of a world I’m certain is a core part of my soul. Tonight, Club Wonderland will be the backdrop of my darkest fantasies. “It’s always fun to enjoy new things.“Are you frequent visitors of Wonderland?” I ask, testing their willingness to be open and honest.

“Zuzu and I have been coming here for years,” the sexy woman confides, the soft curves of her costume hugging her body seductively. “It’s more than just a club—it’s a sanctuary. A place where you can be whoever you want to be.”

Her words resonate with me, stoking the embers of my own yearnings, and reminding me of Shattered Embrace, the exclusive club in Houston where I met Derek. The way Zuzu’s hand rests possessively at the small of her back, his thumb caressing the fabric of her costume in a rhythm only they understand, speaks volumes about their bond. It’s beautiful, the trust they share.

“Your connection—” I begin, then pause, searching for the right words. “It’s captivating. I’m hoping to find a couple to add exotic adventures to my evening with my Dom, Demon.”

“Ah, an adventurous spirit,” Zuzu says, his voice rich and inviting. “We’ve always found that variety is the spice of life, haven’t we, Sasha?”

“Absolutely,” she purrs, her eyes locking onto mine. There’s a promise in her gaze, a silent invitation to join them in the dance of dominance and submission.

“Would you two consider showing me some of what you enjoy most here?” I ask, the words tumbling out before I can second-guess them. “I’d like a taste of the pleasure and intensity Club Wonderland offers.”

“Nothing would delight us more,” Zuzu replies, with a playful glint in his eye. Sasha nods, her lips curling into a smile that sends a shiver down my spine as she pats the log beside her, offering me a seat.

“I’ll tell Demon where to find you,” Tiger says a lilting purr in his tone as I settle on the log to get to know my new friends. His polite words are just for show, Shadow has blended into the jungle surroundings, but he will surely inform my Dom of my whereabouts long before Tiger reports back.

“Thank you, Tiger,” I offer him a grateful smile, “For everything.”

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