A Hotel Room Romance That Changes Everything

The night is young and I crave your touch

I needed a much-needed break from the bitter cold nights alone at home. My girls and I rolled out to the casino and hotel. A long drive later, we sat at a blackjack table. My best girls and I were dressed to kill and met three men at the table. Each of them was sexy enough for a naughty hotel room romance tonight.

After 10 awful hands, I had walked outside for a break. You walked up to this sexy divorcee and lit up your cigarette. “Would you like a drag?” you asked, handing it to me. Breaking my own rule, I took a drag and coughed loudly. An embarrassing ice-breaker, if I should say so. In fact, I am always this way when I like a guy, so I laughed it off. 

We walked back inside, sat down at the table, and watched my girls win. Is this the hotel room romance I have been craving? Then I felt your hand rest on my back, and electricity run up my legs. I also noticed your eyes move down my thighs, over my calves, to my heels. “Is that too soon?” referencing your hand. And for some reason, it wasn’t. I texted Raquel that this man could get me pregnant. She laughed, texting back, for me to hurry up and make the trip count. 

A touch that invites you closer

I asked if you were staying here, and you confirmed that you are. “Which room?” I asked. I trail my fingers along your arm, inviting you over closer. You lean in, and your voice lowers. “You look so good tonight, I want to see your dress on my floor.” The way your eyes linger says more than words could. In the elevator, I felt your lips rest on mine.

You pulled me closer, and as the doors opened, we noticed other hotel guests trying to look away from us. We walked over to your hotel room and opened the door. Once inside, you ordered some champagne, and I texted my girls back to not wait up for me. This hotel room romance will last all night. Then you embraced me from behind, turning me around.

I watched you loosen your tie, and you took your time. It made everything feel more intense. I was close enough that your attention locked onto me completely. When you kissed me, it was slow and deliberate. Not desperate, but so confident. The kind of kiss that says you’re exactly where you want to be. I melt into it, and the tension builds. Our night is wide open with no need to hurry. 

Hotel room romance that lasts all night

We move together toward your bed, not because we have to, but because it feels inevitable. The crisp white sheets contrast with the warmth between us, and I feel the shift. A moment happened in our hotel room romance, and desire deepened into something more consuming. I pressed closer, letting you feel how much I wanted you without saying it out loud. Your big hands settle at my waist, steady and sure.

Our connection feels electric, and you slide my dress down to my ankles. I unbutton your shirt, and you step out of your slacks. You’re not just touching me, you’re present. Listening to every moan and taking your time. I feel the way you pay attention, and you take your time. 

No distractions or expectations, our bodies perfectly dance in the night. Then I grab you so hard and hold on for life! Your every kiss sends lightning, and your tongue cleans the rest. We lie in the dark, softly kissing, and the adrenaline keeps us awake. Our red-hot hotel room romance leaves me breathless. I open another bottle of champagne, and you take another drag of your Marlboro. Light up your next one and read about my weed sex story. 

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