Time of my life

It started as one of those cliche moments in the bar. Where you buy me a drink and I roll my eyes but accept it. We talk about little things both knowing neither of us actually cared. We both just wanted one thing.

Finally you invited me to your room but we didn’t make it that far. As soon as we get in the elevator you were in me. Pounding away like there’s no tomorrow.

The elevator stops and you pick me up still inside not caring about those passing by just caring about our pleasure.

Finally we make it in your room grunting like animals.

You had a wife and I had a boyfriend but that didn’t stop us. If anything it made us want it more.

I’ve never done anything like this before. But I was loving it.

Lying me on the bed you pounded away and I encouraged.

We soon moved to the balcony where you bent me over the railing and I moan loudly not caring who heard.

Soon we were both near the end. A few more slams and we collapses in pleasure. You fell in a chair holding me down. Not caring I wasn’t protected. I didn’t move not caring I wasn’t protected.

I left your room that night with a souvenir and a hot story.

The next morning I called it off with my boyfriend knowing he couldn’t compete with you.

“What happened in that hotel?” He asks.

“The time of my life.” I left to find my next adventure.