His hands were like magic, and he had a magnificent cock. But not to get ahead of myself, I was staying at a 5-star resort hotel in Las Vegas, and one of their amenities was their in-room massage. I love massages and prefer having a man’s hands on my body, and I asked for a masseur when I called the front desk for the in-room massage service. They told me they would have one available in 30 minutes. I wanted to smell fres...

“What the hell kind of a name is Tyrmin?” Gressil asked. He was met with a stony glare with a deadpan resting expression as Tyrmin exhaled the last of his cigarette smoke and smushed the butt of it into the plastic microwave container that no one had thrown away from some meal someone ate days ago. “Are you really going to give me shit about my name, Gressil??” With a roll of his eyes. “Touche. So are we going to bang or...

The week was one of great highs and lows. I had finally gotten over my last boyfriend and focused on my husband. It had been months since I'd taken some time for myself from the family, so I decided to visit my BFF down in Des Moines. My husband was fine with it, and I figured I would get a decent hotel just down the road from her home. She had a three-bedroom but also had two kids who never got along, so I wasn't going t...

Is there truly any such thing as an amicable divorce? Robert and I told everyone that's what it was, but the truth was uglier than fiction. He wanted half the estate—said he was entitled to it—and I told the lazy bastard he could have it when he earned it. We lawyered up and fought it out. I eventually let him take a quarter of it when I was fed up arguing. It drained me and I took the long days and longer nights of lonel...

I could not believe it. I just could not believe it. One of the hotel’s many elevators had just broken down - stuck somewhere between the fifth and sixth floors - and standing on the other side of the uncomfortably small space was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. As I looked at him in awe he smiled, dimples showing, as our eyes met. I smiled back shyly after a moment, not wanting to disturb his peace - or worse, say...

Tracey was attending her close friend's wedding, so I had to go to my work's annual awards presentation night by myself. I was not expected to go because I did not know her friend. We decided to have our own night since she gets tired of my company's presentation nights. I was gone for several days because the wedding was local, but my presentation bash was in the Midlands. I lodged in a hotel along with the other staff m...

There's comparative silence in the featureless hotel room. That will soon change. Strip for me. Kneel. There on the floor beyond the bed. Hold my belt in your upturned palms for me, while I circle you. Appraise you. Mmm, so pretty. Now cup one hand between your legs and collect every drip as I spank you with this belt. Yes, right now. I want to mark you. Hear you gasp as the leather slices the air and cracks against your...

I know the rules, Of this game that plays me. No emotions involved, Just lies and hotel fees. No calls in the evening, Your name stored as a she. Two hours twice a week, When you belong to me. Scolding hot showers, Wash away sweat and shame. I can’t help myself though, When you moan my name. Wrapped in your arms, Pretending I’m fine. But the band on your finger, Doesn’t match mine. Untangling of limbs, An awkward goodbye....

Jen lay in bed naked. She had just gotten out of the hot tub, dried off, and was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. With her legs spread, pussy lips puffy, and clit still sensitive, Jen once again lost herself in her teenage memories. Oh, what a slut she was back then, fucking everyone willing to share a bed with her, regardless of what they had between their legs. Jen had mellowed out and gotten wiser over the y...

Jen inserted her key card and heard the familiar click of the door opening. With a sigh of relief, she walked into the fancy but empty hotel room that had been her home for the past week and would be her home for at least one more. She was exhausted from being on her feet all day, running around a busy conference center, making sure things would not go to shit. Jen was a senior event coordinator for a big multinational co...

Sometimes we all come across stories about incredible, creative, uber-smart people in the news or online. Maybe we even meet them: walk away with a picture or a signed piece of memory to take home, or a mere flap of a butterfly’s wings leaves a subtle imprint on the course of a steadily rising acting career by rubbing shoulders with them at a gala. This story is nothing like that and I’m here to tell the truth. I was alwa...

My wife Elena is a smoke show and I’m not the only one who thinks that! She's been a dancer and a fitness girl all her life, and her Latina heritage blessed her with sexy petite curves, perfect perky breasts, and a gorgeous face with bright blue eyes. People often turn their heads when she enters a room, whether it’s at the gym, at a bar, dining in a restaurant, or even at the supermarket. I'm sure guys would be surprised...

I'm already there waiting for you when we meet in our hotel lobby, and I can tell how nervous you are, but I'm quite laid back and my smile relaxes you a little. I've booked us into the room already and we go to the bar for a drink, so we can meet properly. You sip your brandy, almost shaking as I sit across from you dressed in a suit. I find it difficult to keep my eyes off your cleavage, shown off by that tight top you'...