Hotel

The dress gleamed beneath the lamp, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Before dinner, she was naked in my room, asking me to show her my world.

I entered the hotel to escape the heat, but it was his voice that stripped me bare first and made me want to kneel.

I thought it would be a discreet coffee, but when I saw her step out of the taxi with that smile, I knew she wanted much more than conversation.

I went down to the lobby wearing my jersey and came back up with a man who intended to fuck me in front of my husband.

All it took was smelling him again to know I wouldn’t leave that room the same woman who had walked in.

My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

I saw him on the beach, we drank together that night, and when I closed the hotel door, I knew I'd end up on my knees sucking him without restraint.

I masturbated in the shower thinking about his return, but I never imagined what he’d do to me once we closed the hotel-room door.

I accepted a beer with a coworker and ended up trembling in a hotel bed, soaked and begging him not to stop sucking my tits.

After lunch, she looked at me over her coffee, and I knew that afternoon I wouldn’t be going for a run—I’d be fucking a stranger.

We went down for a beer to break the ice, but in the elevator his hand found mine, and I knew there was no turning back.

I thought I’d only be watching them sleep, but that woman had such control over him that I ended up glued to the screen all night.

I invited him upstairs while I was still wet from touching myself, and that night at the hotel became an unstoppable chain of sex.

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I still remember how she looked at me before getting off the bed and quietly telling me that, that night, her entire body was mine.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

I thought I was only going to a hospital party, but I ended up on my knees before a mature man—and then my husband wanted to watch it all.

One smile by the sea was all it took for me to know I wouldn't be sleeping peacefully that night.

When we saw the erection outlined beneath his swimsuit as he came out of the water, I knew that cove wasn’t going to end with a simple beer.