hotel sex…

we had sex in hotels a lot…

it was the only way we could get away from everyone, and be on neutral territory – and there is almost nothing sexier than being in a place where you are free from responsibility…

the first time was a hotel in a city a few hours away…

we ate bbq and then finally retired to our hotel. he had packed the handcuffs…

we ran around surveying our room like a couple of kids – jumping on the bed and looking at the free coffee and turning the tv on and off…

it felt so good to be free of the prying eyes of our close social circle…

we fell, tired, onto the couch.

‘what do you want to do?’

i just gave him a raised eyebrow – he reached into his suitcase and i heard the clank of metal against metal…

next thing i knew i was handcuffed to the leg of the desk, laying on the floor, getting head, and getting pissed.

it felt so good and made me so angry – he just kind of smiled at my precarious situation and continued torturing me with his tongue.

a breathy ‘fuck’ and i came with a few violent shivers.

he undid the cuffs and let me get up on the bed, where we finished the few airplane bottles of vodka we had purchased with the condoms…

exhausted from driving and socializing – we feel fast asleep…

i stirred in the morning sun before he did…i turned over to find the back of his neck – i loved the back of his neck.

i kissed it softly and ducked under the covers.

i roused him with my lips around his cock – i know it is a great way to wake up in the morning.

he could only take a few minutes of this, when he grabbed me and threw me on the bed – boy, he is big and strong.

he rolled me over and grabbed my hips – with direct force, he buried himself deep inside my cunt. and banged away for a while.

‘you like that, huh?’ he said in in that dirty way – in the tone of voice that implied i am a whore.

‘fuck yes. fuck me.’

that always made him push harder – i could feel he wanted to give me all he had…every inch…and i always wanted more.

thump.thump.thump. he reached towards my head and wrapped his hand in my hair. slowly he pulled. pulled until my head was pulled back as far as it could go. thump.thump.thump.

‘fuck’

he groaned. and froze. midthrust.

he shuttered in me. i shuttered around him. we both savored that moment. and then collapsed on the strange bed.

~ by kansas on February 25, 2008.