The Party Upstairs

Did you look for me, or enjoy being lost?

You came together. Somewhere between the kitchen and the stairs you stopped being a pair, and nobody up here knows which of you is which. There is a hand on her waist she can't name. He is watching from a doorway, or he isn't.

You play it together, on one screen or on two phones in sync. He chooses for him, she chooses for her, and the story only moves when both of you have answered. Same bed or different cities.

It can end with her going back downstairs. It can go to being watched, to the red room, to a hotwife night with more than one pair of hands. How far it goes is up to the two of you.

Not sure this is your story? The Menu is a yes / no / maybe list for couples; what you both circle points at the right door. Or see all the stories.