50 Shades of Stan🔥

Drag me to heaven 🔥🩵

Carrie had joined Tinder just for fun, one night out with her bestie Charlotte. They laughed at men who sent messages to her of every kind, even the worst ones with sexual offers including dicks' photos. She had always been afraid to look for her "soul mate" through social networks because she had read and heard about too many bad experiences, some friends had found crazy subjects: during the very first dates they looked like the dream man, following the usual script of flowers, dinners' invitations, candies but when it was time to spend a full weekend somewhere together, they showed the "beast" side. Yes, I really said "beast", not best, I mean that sex turned into something rough and most of them told the truth: "I have a wife and children but I like you, you give me what she doesn't anymore" or this was their favorite "we are getting separated/divorced but it's taking time. Please be patient, I'll soon be free to live our story under the sunlight". Plenty of bullshit enough to write a book in several volumes!

After refusing and blocking the silliest and most perverted ones, a new message awoke Carrie's curiosity: "no hidden catch, no strings attached, just free love". It was from Fidelio45. A Venetian white mask on a black background as profile photo. Charlotte noticed how Carrie stared at that message "are you going to answer him?" Carrie kept quiet for some more seconds "I am. Let's see how he goes on". She typed the reply "Mystery is my second name. And I love games. Do you wanna play with me?" Fidelio45 opened the instant chat "what's your favorite game? I'd be glad to play with you...Be careful how you make your choice". Charlotte giggled "wow, he feels so self-confident. He doesn't know you..." Carrie wrote back "I am the lion who stalks his prey. She doesn't realize he's hidden until he jumps on her and attacks to kill" Fidelio45 left the chat. Well, maybe he wasn't so brave and she scared him. Charlotte looked at her watch "it's time to go home, sweetie. Tomorrow we're both going to the office!" she logged out and they left the club. That night the thought of the conversation with Fidelio45 intruded her dreams. His first inception smelled taboo and Carrie was drawn to such things.

Drinking her breakfast coffee on the subway to the office, Carrie noticed the number 5 over the messages icon waiting from the Tinder app, she was ready to open them and find some silly offers but they came all from Fidelio45. One of them had an attachment with an invitation "Masquerade ball. Thank you for confirming your presence within June 5th at Midday". It was that same day for that night. She scrolled the other messages "you said your second name is Mystery. Would you be my +1 tonight?" The offer was alluring and what was more she had never been to such an event, even she had no suitable dress for it maybe her friend Charlotte could help: she had a huge closet full of dresses gifted by the fashion designers her agency had planned events for. Carrie typed the answer "what's your name, stranger, and what is the dress code?" before getting off at her metro station. She got into the office hearing the ring of a new message; it was the stranger's answer "Charles. My name is Charles. You'll get the mask in your hands at the entrance tonight, choose a long silver dress, revealing as much as you like. Surprise me! I'll be waiting inside, in a black tuxedo with a white tie, and a black mask. See you later, Miss Carrie. Yours, Charles".

It was not easy for Carrie to focus on her duties till the end of the working day, especially if mind kept running around the special upcoming night. What if Charles was an ugly or worse violent man in person? Such a risky situation but Carrie, on the other hand, was so excited for that new intriguing experience, like a reckless baby girl. Finally the alarm clock stroke 5 and Carrie left the company; Charlotte was waiting for her at home with a couple of options for the dress "hon' are you really sure it's safe to go? I'm a little worried and even if someone you knew was there, you wouldn't be able to identify him, as everyone wore a mask", Carrie took a deep breath "I need to give myself a jolt, try something new I've never did before. I'll keep the phone in my purse and call you if necessary, ok?" The 2 friends hugged and Charlotte pulled up the zipper on a silver/pearl calf-length dress Carrie chose in the end, in addition she borrowed a fine necklace with a diamond drop pendant from her "be careful, hon' and try to have fun. I'll be awake, call me anytime as soon as you are back home" Charlotte greeted as the elevator doors were closing behind Carrie's shoulders. A taxi was outside the building waiting for her, she gave the address to the driver before leaving while heart was pounding in her chest.