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parking She pulled up behind the hotel making sure her vehicle was not visible from the highway she checked her face in the rear view mirror her make up while not flawless looked good better then she had hoped she once again hiked up the thigh highs that were simultaneously bagging at the ankles and rolling down the thighs she wondered fleetingly if she could make strips torn from the roll of spider-man duct-tape abandoned on the back seat be considered sexy as she stepped out onto the pavement striding through the parking lot she paused only long enough to snag the key card off the windshield of the pickup in the front row she caught a flash of the wrap dress that fit her torso like a second skin showing off her cleavage while the drape and soft folds camouflaged her waist and hips black Betsy Johnson peep toe stilettos finished off the ensemble she recalled the going out of business sale that allowed her such extravagance and grinned at finally having an excuse to wear it in the side door up the steps and down the hall to room 215 |
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2/10/2015 12:52 pm |
What a hot little story the next time I come to town I am asking for room 215 and will be letting you know ahead of time!
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2/6/2015 12:19 pm |
You caught our attention with your story.
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She almost slips on the wet floor, the steam has moisture dripping from the ceiling... Her lips water as she hears her favorite song 'What you need' being played somewhere in the background... She decides to take the heels off and let her hair down... What is she getting herself into? To be continued... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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And then Find pleasure in giving pleasure
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she goes to knock on the door... and, to her surprise, it is open... rose petals are strewn on the floor with candles leading to the bathroom... she hears the water running in the Jacuzzi tub... the room is covered in steam... a champagne bucket is inside the bathroom, no lights, but, the window let's in enough moon light to let her eyes spy her lover... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Something tells she wasn't going to room 215 to catch up on her rest .
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