This is my first attempt at a longer story. Doing erotica to both explore/express sexuality as well as improve writing. Trying weekly. And I’m attempting a theme to tie different stories together, however loosely. So, this is mainly a premise below, with sexy bits at the end so readers know what details are coming later in the story. Feedback is greatly appreciated. If I messed up any posting rules let me know.
Zoe’s Guestbook Part 1
Let’s face it. Hotels are sexy. And no, before you ask and certainly before you stop reading from fear of a boring lecture, I’m not an architecture nerd who thinks old buildings are cool, calling them sexy to liven up a boring topic. I’m not talking about brick and mortar. I’m talking about honest, no holds barred, passionate, breathtaking, exhausting, remember it for the rest of your life sex. There is a point in one’s life where hotels are no longer synonymous with family vacations. Going to a hotel with your significant other, of whatever kink or passion that may be, transforms to a clear invitation, nay an inalienable right, for a good fucking. The hotel bed, once viewed as a trampoline during one’s childhood, transforms to become a platform for one of the best lays one can imagine in adulthood. The TV is no longer for channels you don’t get at home or strange newscasts from cities you’ve never seen. No, the TV never gets turned on at all. At least, not while you are turning each other on.
You are about to read stories from one hell of a sexy hotel. This is a hotel that has had more sets of clothes thrown on its floor than even the busiest dressing room. It’s not a love hotel and certainly not anything seedy. It’s an ordinary hotel. However, there is something magical about it that makes people want to tear each other’s clothes off. The owners know it, can’t explain it, wholly embrace it. They just make sure the the guests are taken care of, any riff-raff is eliminated, and that the overall stay is a comfortable one. Love and fun, nothing else. No one feels in danger, unless that is their consensual kink, safe word included.
I, personally, don’t believe the building is really magic. However, I do think the walls talk. A lot of good happens here and a lot of love. That builds on itself, you know. I think that what goes on here is so good, it’s infectious, inspiring the new guests. This hotel could be any building. It could be in your city. It could even be your own bedroom. How do I know? I’m Zoe, manager of the hotel. The magic of the hotel came to me not just from some steamy encounters, and I’ve had some leg trembling, toe curling encounters here. But, the magic is mainly the stories of the guests, So I started a guestbook to collect them.
This is that guest book. The location of the actual hotel is not listed, not needed. The names are changed of course. The style of each story disguised as my own. Protection of the sexy and kinky is my utmost priority. This guestbook takes the stories from the hotel and puts them in anyone’s home. And it collects some of the sexiest stories you can imagine. Every day, I see couples in the lobby reading it, eyes opening wide, nudging their partner, snickering, blushing, and then quietly shutting the book and departing to their rooms. The next day, a new story inevitably appears. Now the guestbook is available for your own personal lobby, or bedroom, to make you wide-eyed, nudge your partner, snicker, blush, and finally find yourself in bed, enveloped in the arms of the one you love.
And, while reading, if you start to feel tension in your body, feel free to do what I do: Lose yourself in the story. When I do, I always feel the warmth slowly envelope my body, a familiar tingle of passion, my mind turning to nothing but fantasies of grinding on a rock hard cock, feeling it pulsating and twitching inside, his dick suddenly getting harder than ever, pulsing a few times more, extra warmth and wetness beginning to spread, my arms reaching out and holding him for a few more moments, both of us collapsing into each other. With the vivid picture painted, I begin gliding my hand over my pants, massaging my inner thighs, gliding over my vagina, and begin slightly thrusting my hips. My breathing changes rhythm. I can feel the wetness begin to build. I finally slide my hand into my panties and begin feeling the humidity trapped in the cloth. The heat radiates. I slowly insert my middle finger, feeling the ridges of the inner labia slowly glide up my finger, getting wetter and wetter, electricity building and then subsiding only slightly, pulling the finger out, momentarily spreading the moisture on my clit, quickly sliding back in, finding a rhythm, feeling my vagina expand, come hither, pleasure flowing, my hips rhythmically rocking. I begin to moan as my breathing intensifies. I pull out, begin circling my clit, and well, I guess I should get to the story. The noble thing to do is to start with one of my own. This is the story of my first night in Zoe’s hotel…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l30q4a/zoes_guestbook_part_1_fictionmf