Memoirs Of Body Rub - partie un

Twas the night of chance, Henry the man of the night was feeling precarious, all his life he lives in red where life is restricted and judgment was easily given to anyone outside of the norm.  Henry's favorite color is blue no wonder he feels freed and at home from where he is right now, in the blue.  But the ways and culture he was built into echoes to him like conscience he wants to silence just once - if only he can escape, if only.  And the thought of the possibility overshadows the conscience that slowly deafening.  He is in blue and it's his chance, possibly his only chance to try something he always wants to do.  And Henry will or else this story is already over...

With a click, he found a way to escape, so many options so little time, there's this and that, that and this - a line that separates guilt and pleasure, you never know unless you take a chance, that's life in its entirety, take a chance.  He clicks on the girl in red, the girl in blue seems too much for his first time, so he sends his best and gets a reply.  A place and time parallel to a result that either put him in danger or sweet sweet solitude, and this somewhat excites Henry, as a pop-up site about BDSM came on his screen, close it Henry stay in the virgin territory...

It's happening and here Henry was wishing and hoping it will be an experience worth the risk - or please at the least pleasant, it's his first time, and the God of blue would give him that.  Driving to the Ms red was hard, the mixed emotion of excitement and fear envelopes him - when Henry makes it to the destination the fear wins as he decided on backing out, his thought is blue and red is the color of danger...
fade to black...