Hotel Sex
f… boy abandonment at its finest
“What you up to?”
My phone intruded with a text message from my current obsession, Jay. It had been four days since I heard from him. I had already decided he must have sub come to a tragic shower accident and died. I had unmatched him on Bumble. And apparently, that sent a secret bat signal to him that I was moving on and he should reach back out to me.
“Making Dinner.” I texted back, fighting the urge to add something like, “glad you are not dead.”
“I have a hotel room going to waste. Be a good girl, and come pleasure me.”
And just like that, an involuntary shudder and wave of arousal went through my body. I didn’t even objectively like this guy. We’d had one rather steamy coffee date, and he had been ghoosty from the start. But one dom-like text and I was ready to go.
I texted back, “maybe.” I wouldn’t do the crazy girl thing by yelling at him, but I would leave him hanging for a bit.
“You know you want to feel every inch of me in you. Hurry up and get here.” Despite my annoyance, he was right, and I was already gathering up my stuff to go.
“I want to cum in you,” he texted as I drove to the hotel.
“I am not on the pill, and I don’t have sex without a condom. Do you have any?”
