Hey there I was in a subby mood again. So, for this Storytime with Velvet (can we call it that? I love telling you stories), I wanted to tell you how I picked up a handsome (but slightly mysterious) stranger at a bar. Or was it the other way around? And how that somehow led to me with my wrists tied and his cum dripping out of me. Summary: I wasn’t looking for company. One drink. Alone. That’s all I wanted. After one too many bad pick-up lines from annoying strangers, I was ready to call it a night. But then he sat down. Confident, a little smug. Way too charming for his own good - I couldn't resist the challenge of taking him down a notch. But things didn't exactly go the way I thought they would... I said I wasn’t looking for company. I said I wasn’t going to beg. Yet somehow I'm the one being teased until all I can think about is that fucking orgasm. And being filled up with his cum. And after he broke me? He just left. But you always meet twice ... isn't that what they say? I hope you enjoy listening to me unravel.