We meet at a bar. You are in LA on an extended business trip. There is instant chemistry. Something about you intrigues me. After a couple of beers, we confess our deepest secrets. I admit that I talk dirty to men on the phone and you admit that you hate sleeping alone.
I leave you sitting at the bar alone. I leave you with my number in your phone. You send me a text the next day inviting me to your hotel. “Cum and tell me what my kiss tastes like.”
I arrive at your hotel door wearing something sexy. There is not much conversation. We get naked and end up in your hotel bed, but this is what I came for. The sex is dirty, hot, passionate, intense, maybe even a little rough…just the way I like it. I walk out of the hotel feeling good the next morning.
I am walking to class later that day. You send this text, “I’m not in love, but the sex is good. You know my weakness. You touch me in all the right places. I hate sleeping alone.”
You invite me back to your hotel tonight for more good sex. “So you know what my kiss and cum taste like. You can’t mistake it. The sex is good. Tonight, I am going to lay you down”
We may not have much in common. We are from different worlds, different interests, but the sex is good. What else really matters, when the sex is THIS Fucking Good!
Skylar
