With no reason to travel (the whole pandemic thing), I haven’t had the pleasure of fucking in a hotel room in quite a while. Am I the only one who instantly gets horny as soon as that room keycard is swiped?
I love stripping off my clothes as soon as we enter. I love blasting the AC, feeling that crisp air against my bare tits and wet pussy. I love opening the curtains wide, letting the sunshine and curious onlookers in. I love being tossed on the king sized bed, collapsing on the freshly pressed duvet and fluffy down pillows. And I love turning the pristine, white bed into a soiled, sloppy mess.
What is it about hotel rooms that makes me lose all inhabitation? Is it the new environment? The fact that we’re on vacation? Or maybe knowing that we wont have to worry about clean up? (Sorry but prepping the bed with towels back home is so unsexy).
I can tell my partner feels the same way, in how he fucks my mouth deep down my throat, letting a pool of my saliva collect on the sheets below. The way he slaps my clit around recklessly, encouraging me to squirt all over the bed, walls and carpet. I bet I can hit the TV from here… The way he pounds my pussy relentlessly while im bent over, biting the pillow, staining it with my tears and mascara. Or maybe how blindly lets loose rope after rope of cum, letting it hit my face, my body, the pillows, comforter and headboard. By the end of it, I can’t even make the short trip to the shower. Opting instead to letting him splash a glass of water in my face, clearing the mixture of our fluids off my body and onto the sheets, before passing out in our own filth.
Maybe its the thought of some poor individual having to breathe in our stench as they prepare the room for the next guest? Or thought of someone else having to sleep on a mattress steeped in our juices the next night?
Don’t worry, housekeeping is getting a huge tip. But im getting much more ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m0lo4e/i_miss_hotel_rooms