[FM] I think I owe a bunch of people who stayed in a Vancouver hotel an apology

Okay, to begin, I’m using a throwaway to reduce the likelihood that I’d be found by people in my real life. But I am going to be specific-ish on details for the sole reason that this could maybe reach someone who deserves my apology. And for the rest of you, enjoy my slutty story…

It all started on a beautiful night in early-ish March (before the true threat of COVID collapsed our hopes and dreams) in Vancouver. I was travelling for work and spent the evening eating and drinking and being merry with work friends. As the night started winding down but my arousal levels started winding up, I was thrilled to receive a reply to meet up from this spicy guy I had been seeing off and on.

I met up with him and a few of his friends at a cocktail bar and I drank. a. lot. more. It was one of those social interactions where everything felt deep and meaningful but also completely nonsensical. I remember the music at the bar was smooth jazz-y and it was pretty crowded for a week night. Everyone was seriously enjoying themselves. Incidentally, it’s the last time since the public health emergency that I was with a bunch of gathering strangers. Oh boy, I would kill for that vibe right now.

Then, him and I stumbled to the hotel bar. He bought me a drink and I took one sip and I stared into his stupidly attractive face and dark blue eyes and I ran my hand through my really long hair and asked him if he wanted to come up to my room. He said something cheeky like “obviously” or “about fucking time”.

What time was it? I have absolutely no idea. It was after midnight but before the morning. In the elevator we started making out and I remember laughing that I forgot to hit the button of my floor. No one was around. We were holding hands and I was running my fingers along the front pocket of his jeans.

I smashed my key onto the key scanner door-opener thing-y as he was taking my pants off. We went in the room and smashed our bodies around, lips connecting (my god he is a good kisser), and his fingers just clutched in my hair. We took off the rest of our clothes. I left my bra on which worked in my favour because it was really sexy black lace push up and it made my 34DD chest look fire.

And then we crashed into the bed.

It was A LOT of sex. Good sex, too. The kind where we both just wanted to please each other but were still selfish enough to want to get to our own climax. The room was spinning while I was on top of him but it didn’t matter because I was so close. I kept telling him how close I was. He stopped and turned me over to drive me crazy. I’m only a small-ish girl (5’4″,130lbs) and he was absolutely throwing me around like a rag doll.

That happened. And then more happened. I was absolutely wasted. And so was he. At some point he whispered in my ear “I want you to scream” so I did. He put his hand on my mouth. It was so hot. I came. Then we rolled around some more and fucked some more but I was starting to getting really spinny.

We passed out.

Then, 15 minutes later (or 40) he woke me up and we started having sex again. It was amazing. We just have this really good sexual chemistry. No hang ups. No judgments. It helps that he has a great dick.

sidebar* At this point in these stories it appears mandatory to say how big the dick is/was. So, I can say with confidence….I have absolutely no idea. I didn’t measure it. But, It was thick-ish and long. Circumcised. Smelled nice. And it had magical properties. I know this because he fucked me like it did. sidebar over

He fucked me from behind with me on all fours. Then I fell down but put a pillow underneath me and he kept fucking me so hard. I came again. My god.

Then, 5 minutes later (or 60) there was a knock on the door. LOUD KNOCK. We both said “fuck”. The person kept knocking. LOUDER KNOCK. Then they shouted ‘we’ve received a noise complaint!”. We both drunkenly replied “OKAY SORRY”. Then they knocked again. LOUDEST KNOCK. We didn’t get up and answer because it would have been traumatizing for that poor soul at the door to see us: our sweaty, drunken sex bodies.

Finally, they (I think it was a he) went away. And we were like “ugh”. I felt really bad. Even in that self-absorbed moment, I knew that my behaviour was keeping someone(s) from a restful night’s sleep. What if someone had a job interview on the morning? Or a big presentation at work? Or they were about to meet the love of their life’s parents? Ugh. I am an asshole.

I fell asleep.

I got up to pee sometime later and I started thinking to myself: did he cum? I decided that I didn’t think he did. I washed my hands and crept out of the bathroom. Crawled under the covers from the bottom of the bed and started rubbing his dick. He moaned a bit. He got hard a bit. Hard enough for me to take it in my mouth. I blew him like I would never give another blow job in my life. It was sloppy and hard but also enthusiastic. I didn’t waste any time with deep throating or taking it slow. Just rhythmic, perfect sucking and … handing? He moaned a lot more. He was so hard. He came. I swallowed his cum. I got up. Brushed my teeth. I don’t remember saying a single word to him during this, the third act, of my slutty evening/morning. Was probably too scared to get another noise complaint. I just remember feeling sexy and loose. Like I could make anyone cum. A superpower.

I fell asleep.

My alarm went off some time later and the gentleman caller went home and I showered the shame off and got ready for work and left the room. I did not see anyone in the hallway or in the elevator. In the lobby I think everyone I saw knew my dirty secret but that’s impossible–I’m not the center of the universe….right?

I really am sorry. If it wasn’t a massive invasion of privacy, I would look up the names of the people who stayed on the 7th floor that night and apologize to their faces.

If any of you were there that night. I really am sorry. I know what i did was inconsiderate and selfish and definitely makes me a slutty asshole ??

   

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0s0vq/fm_i_think_i_owe_a_bunch_of_people_who_stayed_in