Gallery Carre
Saturday Night at the Zetter Hotel (Suzanne Portnoy)
Aug 25th, 2008 by Viviane
. . .I loved his manly body. Loved being swept away in the moment. Loved the messy white sheets, the pile of white goose down pillows on the bed. Loved being with a man I’d met only hours earlier and would never see again. Loved his rough, calloused hands, the smoothness of his face, his hard body and harder cock. I looked around. Our clothes were strewn all over the tiny room. I rolled over on my side and laughed. ‘Isn’t sex just the most fun ever sometimes,’ I said.
‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Now,’ he said as he positioned himself above me. ‘Just tell me again.’
‘Shhhh,’ I said and pulled him inside me. ‘No more talking.’