Londoner visiting Dublin next week. Looking to make the most of the opportunities that anonymity and a hotel room offer.
Here’s a poetic rendition of what time together might be like:
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We’ve had a few drinks
Laughed together; flirty vibe
Let’s get physical
Locked doors; you and I
I get closer; you can feel
My desire raw
No words needed now
Let the tongue get to work
Your, my, our pleasure
Your dress has been ripped
Lingerie lovingly too
Your wet pussy beckons
Fleeting kisses on
Your thighs so smooth; inching up
Now teasing as you moan
Up and down; rhythmic
Frequent clit sucking pauses
Responding to you
Minutes pass, maybe hours
Wordless, passionate, filthy
Fingers too have joined
Your toes, now they curl
Your back, arches more and more
Moans turned to screams now
Your fingers clenching
The sheets well and truly soaked
Spurring me on wild
Eventually
Someone taps out; matters not
Who did; it was hot
And now, I say, with
A cum-stained smile; it is time
To move to your arse…