This is my first submission and my first time writing anything like this, so please be kind if I don’t quite have it down yet. More to come.
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I often think about the things we’d do together if we had the time. I picture us alone in another city somewhere, far away from anything or anyone we know. A private weekend away, where we can let go of our inhibitions and indulge our darker selves.
You know I think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet and I’ve often fantasized about showing you off. What we have and the way we are together, lover… that’s not normal for most people. The intensity is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. We both know it’s genuine and not a performance, but the exhibitionist in me wants to put you on display.
I see you as this sexual goddess. I want you to see that look, that hunger in someone else’s eyes and understand how desirable you are.
I made some arrangements when we were checking in. I noticed the hotel clerk eyeing your cleavage, so I told you I needed to make a call and to head up to the room without me. Then I pulled him aside and asked if he liked what he saw.