11-27-2017, 04:49 PM
I heard my own soft breathing before I opened my eyes. Still alive. In the dark I could make out the snoring form of my fleeting lover, breathing slowly, blissfully, a result of our frantic encounter the night prior. The brilliance of the sun had begun to invade the room through the swaying purple silk blinds, further illuminating the room, if only minimally. It was hard not to think about last night as I perused the state of this warm setting in my search for my panties.
The door was mercifully closed, and I thanked whatever lustful gods watched over us last night that we didn’t forego shutting the door in our race to become intimate after our meet and greet at the Red Heat club. A hotel keycard lay haphazardly on the cold wooden floor, dropped by my lover to make room for cupping my breast as his tongue invaded my mouth in a display of animal magnetism.
There was a laptop half-shut and dangerously close to the edge of the kitchenette counter, and I recall fumbling about the area before being lifted onto the island and fondled, hands desperate to support my trembling shape in the dark.
A trail of clothes led to the queen-sized bed and under my bare feet; dress shirt, blouse, jeans, and jewelry, but nary a sign of my presumably now-dry pink panties.
I turned my head to the foot of the bed, a depressed spot in the blanket flooding me with a drowsy little memory of sloppily pleasuring my suitor as he groaned and sucked wind. In retrospect, I was lucky to not upchucked my nightly drinks all over him. I wasn’t a subject matter expert in the art of fellatio, and my gag reflex left much to be desired.
In the folds of the sheets I spotted my object of interest, taking them in my careful hand. I recalled the frame of the bed and the feeling of my panties being slid down my thighs before kicking them off and returning to all fours. My scalp was sore from the pull of my hair, and my ass was raw from the force of the spankings.
I decided against putting them back on, and by the time I had buttoned my red blouse and stuffed the article of clothing in my back pocket, I was more than adamant about my decision, feeling gross enough already. My heels slipped on easily enough, and I was halfway through the room, purse in hand, when-
“Morning, beautiful.” Oh, crap.
I put on my best smile and turned around, “Hey!.. H- Good morning. Didja sleep okay?”
He yawned, arms stretching outwards in a less than seductive display of himself. John. James. Something with a J. Doesn’t matter. He was hot, he was single for the night, and I was insecure enough to bed a stranger, risks be damned, though the wedding band was enough to drop my stomach post-coitus. As he drew his yawn to a close, he began nodding, replying, “Yeah, yeah, slept like baby actually. These beds are-“ he noticed that I was fully clothed and uncomfortable.
“Oh. Are you leaving?” He corrected course quick, a look of confusion on his face, maybe even an ounce of emotional pain.
I winced, eyes squinted, caught. I loathed awkwardness like this. Never was a fan of leaving in the morning but I couldn’t for the life of me not fall asleep after a good lay. I had to say something, “I- I just thought I’d get us some.. breakfast.” Smooth as butter.
J smiled, a little one, crisis averted. He leapt to the other side of the bed, dick swinging, and pulled his pants toward him. Producing a wallet, he directed a bill toward me, motioning to it. I took it. Damn it. A Benjamin. High roller.
“Ham and cheese, if you please,” he said coyly before chuckling. I giggled internally, a reaction whenever someone I’m attracted to makes a funny, whether it is or not, “Keep the change, by the way. I.. I had fun last night, Cassidy.”
It’s hard to feel offended when you’re holding what amounted to free money in the palm of your hand. I could fix this man a sandwich and keep a cool hundred, just like that, if I wanted to. All I did was have sex, my second favorite hobby, and this stranger felt compelled to pay me for my time. Now I knew how escorts felt, and it was empowering. A little degrading, but empowering.
He was still staring expectantly. Fun, he said he had fun, “Me, too... We should-“ I caught myself before I created another unwanted opportunity for myself, “I’ll be back in a little.”
He nodded, searching for the remote, and I shut the door.
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So, big fan of MnF club. A friend of mine there referred me to this forum to, I guess, browse and post stories when the mood strikes (as it often does). Here's my first actual post (yay), and I'd love to hear any criticism, good or bad. I'm always looking to improve. Thanks!
The door was mercifully closed, and I thanked whatever lustful gods watched over us last night that we didn’t forego shutting the door in our race to become intimate after our meet and greet at the Red Heat club. A hotel keycard lay haphazardly on the cold wooden floor, dropped by my lover to make room for cupping my breast as his tongue invaded my mouth in a display of animal magnetism.
There was a laptop half-shut and dangerously close to the edge of the kitchenette counter, and I recall fumbling about the area before being lifted onto the island and fondled, hands desperate to support my trembling shape in the dark.
A trail of clothes led to the queen-sized bed and under my bare feet; dress shirt, blouse, jeans, and jewelry, but nary a sign of my presumably now-dry pink panties.
I turned my head to the foot of the bed, a depressed spot in the blanket flooding me with a drowsy little memory of sloppily pleasuring my suitor as he groaned and sucked wind. In retrospect, I was lucky to not upchucked my nightly drinks all over him. I wasn’t a subject matter expert in the art of fellatio, and my gag reflex left much to be desired.
In the folds of the sheets I spotted my object of interest, taking them in my careful hand. I recalled the frame of the bed and the feeling of my panties being slid down my thighs before kicking them off and returning to all fours. My scalp was sore from the pull of my hair, and my ass was raw from the force of the spankings.
I decided against putting them back on, and by the time I had buttoned my red blouse and stuffed the article of clothing in my back pocket, I was more than adamant about my decision, feeling gross enough already. My heels slipped on easily enough, and I was halfway through the room, purse in hand, when-
“Morning, beautiful.” Oh, crap.
I put on my best smile and turned around, “Hey!.. H- Good morning. Didja sleep okay?”
He yawned, arms stretching outwards in a less than seductive display of himself. John. James. Something with a J. Doesn’t matter. He was hot, he was single for the night, and I was insecure enough to bed a stranger, risks be damned, though the wedding band was enough to drop my stomach post-coitus. As he drew his yawn to a close, he began nodding, replying, “Yeah, yeah, slept like baby actually. These beds are-“ he noticed that I was fully clothed and uncomfortable.
“Oh. Are you leaving?” He corrected course quick, a look of confusion on his face, maybe even an ounce of emotional pain.
I winced, eyes squinted, caught. I loathed awkwardness like this. Never was a fan of leaving in the morning but I couldn’t for the life of me not fall asleep after a good lay. I had to say something, “I- I just thought I’d get us some.. breakfast.” Smooth as butter.
J smiled, a little one, crisis averted. He leapt to the other side of the bed, dick swinging, and pulled his pants toward him. Producing a wallet, he directed a bill toward me, motioning to it. I took it. Damn it. A Benjamin. High roller.
“Ham and cheese, if you please,” he said coyly before chuckling. I giggled internally, a reaction whenever someone I’m attracted to makes a funny, whether it is or not, “Keep the change, by the way. I.. I had fun last night, Cassidy.”
It’s hard to feel offended when you’re holding what amounted to free money in the palm of your hand. I could fix this man a sandwich and keep a cool hundred, just like that, if I wanted to. All I did was have sex, my second favorite hobby, and this stranger felt compelled to pay me for my time. Now I knew how escorts felt, and it was empowering. A little degrading, but empowering.
He was still staring expectantly. Fun, he said he had fun, “Me, too... We should-“ I caught myself before I created another unwanted opportunity for myself, “I’ll be back in a little.”
He nodded, searching for the remote, and I shut the door.
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So, big fan of MnF club. A friend of mine there referred me to this forum to, I guess, browse and post stories when the mood strikes (as it often does). Here's my first actual post (yay), and I'd love to hear any criticism, good or bad. I'm always looking to improve. Thanks!