Here's an illusion, the illusion of the blindfold. If you'll look carefully, the blindfold is lace, probably see through. But, it gives the impression of a beautiful woman, vision taken away. How's this play with me? My fantasy, of course, who is the man in the room with her? Does she know? Who is her lover going to be this evening? A stranger? Who is the man that will be with her, touching her, teasing her, inside her?
She asked him, her lover, to do this, to make this fantasy come to life. She asked her lover to make it a mystery. To find a man to please her, a man her lover trusted, a man who would be anonymous to her, known only to him.
The mystery, the unknown, the questions for weeks and months after. Who was he, who was the man who spent the evening with her?
Only her lover and the mysterious man would ever know.
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