Lustful desires Stories

I traced the rim of my martini glass with my red lacquered fingernail as I slowly took in the patrons of the hotel bar. Several men were present, but all were with women and unavailable. I bit my bottom lip, thinking I could use a man, a virile stud to sate my lust and keep me from spending my last night in my lonely hotel room before going home to my husband tomorrow. I sighed, picked up my drink, and downed what was lef...