Dark room | 2024
We were in Lisbon, our first weekend getaway, just the two of us. Eager to explore the city's gay bars, we soon realized the scene was smaller than expected, with only a few scattered across the center. Seeking a place to unwind and discuss our relationship, we stumbled upon a bar with a pleasant terrace where we could sit, sip beers, smoke, and delve into meaningful conversation about the present.
Both of us still navigating how to infuse our sex life with meaning, we reflected on our past experiences in open relationships. It became evident that the constant pursuit of sex had been a distraction, prompting us to seek a deeper connection and acknowledge our limitations. The memory of past encounters lingered amidst the disjointed experiences as we discussed our desires and boundaries, prioritizing our selfcare.  
After spending a few hours enjoying drinks and shots, we found ourselves drawn to a bar boasting a darkroom with "a lot of foot traffic." Ordering drinks, we retreated to the nearby smoking area for a cigarette before succumbing to our mutual desire and entering the dimly lit chamber where our connections seemed to deepen.
In the darkness, we found a secluded corner, where our passionate kisses quickly aroused us both. Lost in the moment, I was unaware of a stranger's hands exploring my exposed flesh. Redirecting his advances, I refocused on my partner, only to be met with further persistence. As I felt his touch, I realized the intensity of the moment.
Despite my initial uncomfortable feeling, I allowed the stranger to continue, prioritizing my connection with my boyfriend. As we engaged, another figure approached, offering himself to my partner. With a nod of approval, we ventured into uncharted territory, recognizing the significance of this moment.
Witnessing my partner engage with the newcomer sparked a realization within me – we were taking a step into something new, our destinies beginning to intertwine. After my partner pulled away, offering his ass to me, I seized the opportunity without hesitation, thrusting into him as we shared passionate kisses.
With no intention of climaxing, I withdrew and expressed my desire to return to the hotel, eager to savor our connection alone. It was a moment of intimacy and acceptance, where we embraced the highs and lows of our journey together. The escape from our usual routine brought us closer, strengthening our bond.
Waking up the next morning with a throbbing headache, we stumbled down to breakfast at the hotel. Our routine of enjoying coffee on the square outside remained unchanged, but my mind was heavy with the events of the previous day. Uncertainty gnawed at me as I questioned whether our actions had been wise and how they might affect our relationship. Was this a path we should have explored, or had we opened a door better left closed? As we sat in silence, the lively ambiance of the square seemed juxtaposed with the turmoil in my mind, leaving me grappling with unanswered questions.