Tuesday, not much special about it. honestly most Tuesdays I chalk up to failures as far as days go. They’re not as scary as Monday, and don’t give me hope like Thursday or Friday… Nah, tuesday’s normally got nothing to get me going, but today’s a little different. Tonight I’ve got a toy to play with, and she’s been on my mind ever since we booked the hotel.
I arrive on time, and I watch your car pull into the parking lot. Perfect. We exchange greetings and a kiss. Our hands join, but not before I smack your cute, tight ass. You smile at me in your demure way. “Why are you such a whore?” I tease. “Because it’s so much fun!” you grin at me sideways, I concurr. It’s good to have a proper fucktoy around after a long Tuesday. My mind races in anticipation of the evening.
We run through some idle small talk while in earshot of the receptionist, who gives us our key and promptly leaves us alone. I take the chance to run my eyes over you for the millionth time, not that it’ll ever grow old. You’ve got these perfect little tits that are within grabbing distance, and I wrap my hand around one of them as we enter the elevator.