The hotel door closes behind us and the lock loudly clicks … All these months … Now, fantasy and reality collide and there’s no escape.
We meet in the hotel lobby as planned but barely say a word to one another. We’ve been talking for months hidden behind laptops and phones. But now we are finally face to face for the first time and words seem to escape us. I can feel your eyes looking me up and down as I’m getting us checked in. And I take every opportunity to return the favor when I know you’re not paying attention.
You’re even hotter in person. I feel nervous. I have butterflies. Like a school girl playing chicken for the first time. I already like you. We established that long before today. I know your kinks, your dirtiest secrets and the Fuck-It list of fantasies you still want to live out. So, I ask myself, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breathe. Calm down. Get it together!”