What if one day you decided to confess your feelings to me? You chose the most romantic and sensual day, Valentine's Day, and sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a brief note 'waiting for you at a restaurant tonight.'

I feel a slight excitement that tingles pleasantly in my chest. I think about how it's going to go, how to impress you, but I try not to get caught up in it. I smile slightly at my reflection in the mirror, trying out different poses and checking how I look. In the back of my mind I hope for lightness, warmth and sincere conversations. I long for this evening to be the start of something special - or at least just a nice moment to remember. A little bit of doubt, a little bit of anticipation - it all makes my emotions intense, and the anticipation only enhances the magic of the moment. Because to be honest, I have long and secretly dreamed of you, of your eyes, your smile and, frankly speaking, of your hands on my slender body. And here it is, the moment when we sit across from each other, with glasses of champagne in hand, when my foot slides over yours and we both realize: this is the moment when we should be together in more private atmosphere.

But what if the adventurous spirit takes over and we find each other into a toilet stall, passionate, barely containing our own moans?