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He picked up his phone, turning his back, leaving me to admire his sexy back. With wobbly legs, I managed to leave his office. The lingering scent of his cologne clung to the air, a potent reminder of the unsettling, intoxicating encounter. ***** We couldn't return to Malibu that day, so we found ourselves lodging in a hotel, Mr. D'Amano's hotel, to be precise. We couldn't have a room to ourselves so we were paired up with someone. Fortunately, I didn’t end up with Cassie; if that had been the case, we’d probably have killed each other before dawn.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

"But you? Please. With your flat chest? Even if you were to strip bare, no one would bother looking." I curved my lips into a faint smile and said nothing. “Go ahead, laugh. Soon, you’ll have no reason to,” I thought. Just as I expected, by the next day, Linda’s photos were plastered all over the university’s confession page. The caption read: "To the student in question: Please be mindful of your image and stop flaunting yourself. The school provides proper showers. Why insist on bathing on the balcony? Are you trying to seduce someone? Most of the men here already have girlfriends. Cover yourself up. Don’t you think this is disgraceful?"

Probably the bastard I saw touch her in the hallway. I felt the anger rise in my veins. “10pm. Marrison Hotel. Same room.” “Promise you won’t stand me up this time, because I’m getting all dolled up for you jay.” “Hm.” I responded absentmindedly, my eyes on café. She was still inside. “Jay I was thinking… why don’t we do something different tonight?” “What?” I asked annoyed. “We’ve never made love in your home before, and we’ve been doing this for a while now, don’t you think it’s - “

In the embrace of our love, we reveled in the privacy and seclusion that this hidden gem provided. Together, we ventured into the depths of the night, creating memories that would forever be etched in our souls. The hotel, with its unassuming charm, became a silent witness to our laughter, whispers, and love. The air crackled with anticipation, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Our bodies pressed against each other, fueled by desire and the love that enveloped us. In that intimate moment, it felt as if time stood still, and the world outside ceased to exist.

- I grumbled. -You are, you've been locked in the room all day. We are going out. -What? The brunette got up from the mattress quickly and looked at me. -We're going out, I didn't come to another city to stay locked in a room. Even if it offers us something that I love to do. I couldn't contain the laughter at Camila's mischievous comment, she really seemed to be serious despite her cynical smile. -It's so nice here, I love this hotel. - I muttered, seeing her roll her eyes impatiently.

People call me Haze. It's not my real name, but I've never bothered to correct them. This story isn't about me anyway—it's about my annoying roommate. It all started three months ago when I was waiting in the lobby of a five-star hotel for my friend, who takes forever to get ready. The hotel was one of the finest in the city, and my friend, Ren insisted on staying there because they offered a spa room in their presidential suite. As I was waiting, I grabbed one of the newspapers from the counter.

She knew that they were in some kind of relationship but she didn't think that it had gotten so much further. They are so close that they can spend one day in bed together. '' Do you know what's the location here in these photos? It's from a hotel. It's near your office that day when you had so much fever after you went to the office we both went to date and then we stayed the afternoon there in the same room. Together all alone,'' Christina sneered into her ears.

His clothes were like a second skin and Amanda couldn't stop staring. “Let's get to the hotel… I guess we'll have to stay there till it stops raining!” Carl suggested, staring at the small hotel which was a little far from where they stood. He gave Amanda a piggy ride and trekked down to the hotel. The rain beat them heavily, and a sense of relief washed over them when they finally got into the hotel. “Room 443 is the only room available. The other rooms are filled already. Do you both agree to share a room?” The receptionist asked.

I was enthralled by the view of the great city of Athens, one I had only seen in papers and on the internet, but I have never had the pleasure of seeing physically up until now. We signed into one of the company's hotels here and nothing of Raine's delusive RomCom novel moment happened. We didn't get one room, of course not. The hotel was informed prior our arrival and if rooms were not available for us, I could be certain that the person or people responsible won't be let off with just a warning. Then, if it isn't obvious now, we obviously didn't share one bed because my room was perfect and didn't have any leaking roof or bathroom clogged situation that made me forced to share a room with