HOTELS

There is something very special, but very dirty about our time together in hotels. I love the excitement we get on arrival, checking out the room, the bed, the minibar, the bathroom - is there a bath to lie together in.

We know why we're there, we know we're going to fuck each others brains out and that sooooooooo turns me on. The anticipation, the hunger, the feelings, your words -I love that you talk so dirty to me. I love to hear what turns you on, how sexy I am, how fuckable I am, how I excite you and make you hard, and how you want to rip my clothes off the minute we walk through the door.

And last time was no exception, except I played a blinder and it was a pure accident.

My friend was with us, and her room was a few doors down the corridor. She was waiting for a man friend to arrive and couldn't decide what she should wear, was getting in a tizzy so rang for me to help her.

I left you for a while lying on the sofa, and nipped to her room.

Half an hour later I returned and gave you the suprise you needed to spice up our evening (even more than usual). I stood at the corner of the open living area of the room, and you looked up. I wore a pink and black basque, a tiny black thong, black lacy hold ups and stilletos. I just looked at you with my smouldering, I want you eyes and you melted. You came towards me and our mouths locked, and within seconds we were on the floor, you on top and hard inside me in full view of the floor to ceiling windows and the builders opposite. Neither of us cared, in fact it was a turn on. I climaxed, you flipped me over and you climaxed all over my tummy. I love to watch that, and your face, so full of pleasure and lust.

Babe, it's been ages and we've fucked so many times, but you still do it for me. Don't ever stop. XX