MOTEL 1

{PALM SPRINGS, 2022}

"It’s thick and he’s hard. We lock eyes. I can’t move. He holds my stare and slides his body down and spread his legs open. I say nothing as I slowly walk to the door and through it, closing it behind me. "

I’m in a motel room that I’ve booked as a neutral place to hook up this Saturday night. It’s one of those nights when I need this scenario in order to let go and make at least half the scenes in my head, or feel the rush of the freedom to try. There’s a knock at the door, and I open it to a 35 year old man--and he’s a man. Solid build, 6 feet, dirty blonde wavy hair, like a navy sailor out of uniform. There’s ink on his muscular forearms, and his hands are large. “Hey,” I say, and we grab hands and he puts his bag down. He points to the restroom and goes in and only half closes the door. I hear him turn on the water in the sink. I walk across the room past the shitty tv, which is tuned to the news and at low volume, and go to my jacket which is hanging on the closet rail across from his half-opened door. I pretend to check the pocket and as I do I turn and look through the door. He is sitting on the toilet stroking his cock. It’s thick and he’s hard. We lock eyes. I can’t move. He holds my stare and slides his body down and spread his legs open. I say nothing as I slowly walk to the door and through it, closing it behind me. I cross the tile to him then get down on my knees and put my hands on his thighs. I am now able to touch his muscular forearms and I’m so turned on by it that I take my watch off and slide it onto his wrist. I lick down his arm and across the watch and look up for approval and he nods 'yes' and my stomach flips. He reaches forward and grabs the back of my head and as he pulls me to him he pushes himself forward and the round swollen head of his cock pushes my lips open and he slides the full hardness of himself across my tongue and down my throat. He holds it there until I choke then pulls out and goes back down, faster and harder, over and over, arching his back each time to drive it down. He takes my hands and lifts me, moving me backwards into the shower. He moves me into the corner, turns me around, pulls my shorts down, pulls my legs apart and pushes his cock with spit on it up into me. He’s so thick my body reacts to being opened wide but he goes in and holds it. He’s breathing next to my ear. He pulls out and goes back in again and I moan and he takes that as permission to let go, and I’m fucked against the shower corner until I’m crying out and that turns him on and when he cums he yells “Fuck!” which is the only word he says the entire time he's here.