At 10 minutes before the agreed time, I’m standing at the corridor of a hotel. For the hotel security team, I may look suspicious just standing here for so long. So, I keep on looking at my mobile just to make it look like I’m reading something on it.
I’m just staring at my screen. The screen to wait for the change of time.
There, a few metres from where I am, is the hotel room that you told me. I can see it when I look up.
It’s not too late to go back, I think. He would understand if I don’t show up. I can go back, forget about him, and delete his number after blocking him….the angel in me says to me.
The devil reminds me of what we have talked about. What he said he would let me experience. What I said to him.
The devil wins. Sigh. Of course. I know it’ll be the fruit of a poisonous tree. I can’t turn back if I experience it once.
I said…please let me experience it only once. I begged…..cried that it’ll be only once…but…
I shake myself a bit to clear my head, ignoring the heat between my legs.
Will he be nice to me?
Aha.
That was a stupid question to ask. This is BDSM. This is rough sex, at the least. As I asked for. My thighs squeeze together in an effort to hold in the pleasure and stop myself from reaching between my legs.
My analytical part is starting to fade. I find my breath getting heavier. Concentrate…I don’t want him to see that I’m so excited even before I see him.
He, when not texting his fantasies is a gentleman. But I want to provoke him, I want to see his untamed beast come out. It’s probably not going to happen, but still. I can try, can’t I?
I think I’m good at sucking a cock, but will he be happy with how I suck? He obviously loves it and probably has been sucked by so many ladies. Will I be up to it? Will I gag? Will I cry? When I suck, I get so concentrated that I may not listen to what he will say. Will I be punished for it?
Will he shove me against the wall? How will I feel? Scared? …No probably excited. Too excited.
I close my eyes for a second.
I feel something along my thighs. Oops. It’s dripping….because you said no panties. You won’t know that I was in two minds about this to the last minute.
I’m afraid that I will disappoint him. What if I don’t react to what he does? What if I don’t feel anything? and…what if he doesn’t like my body?
..No…I’m already so hot. I am already reacting.
I dream of you yanking my head backwards. I dream of you fucking me so hard that it hurts. Hurts but I can’t stop loving it. Being dominated by you. Being fucked by you. I dream about the pain you might inflict me.
I dream of me being mesmerising by how you look at me. The cold look. The look that says he won’t care what I think.
Will you bite? Will you pinch? Out of all the things we discussed, what will you do?
Will I beg you for more pain? or will I beg you for your cock? Will I beg you to stop me coming further because I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore?
I want to hear you grunt.
I want to see that ‘look’ you gave me. That primal look.
A door opens and I look up.
I see you looking right and left of the corridor. And you wave at me. You must have wondered what I was doing standing in the corridor.
I turn off my mobile and put it in my handbag.
I start walking towards you. Wondering if you could smell that I am already aroused.
…deep breath. Enjoy this encounter. Just for once. Enjoy the BDSM and sex I dreamt of.
Just this once.
When it’s over, smile and leave the hotel room. Before the dawn.
That’s my plan. Act like a mature lady.
….can I do that?
You reach your arm to hold me. To quickly take me inside.
…Oh…..I’m………not sure