A night of passion
This was a story I wrote to my ex about a joint fantasy of ours that did not unfortunately materialise. —————————We decide to spend a night alone at a hotel somewhere outside London where we are not known. After checking in we go to the bar separately wherby we can eye each other up. You are looking very sexy in a black number, short skirt and tight top with knee highs. I am wearing a dark suit, neither of us are wearing underwear. I watch guys trying to chat you up but you ignore their...