Josie

You held my hand at the bar, stopping me from tearing my napkin into an even finer confetti. You sat facing me and rubbed one waxed calf against mine as you offered me a sip of your lychee daquiri, one hand on my thigh with your pinky inching my skirt up. I felt awkward, but I couldn't help it. I was out of my element and that was what excited me.

When you asked me to smell your hair, I thought it was a bit weird but totally hot and I could feel the eyes of everyone nearby on us. I saw suits nudging other suits, and women whispering to other women, jealous and begging for more. When you winked at me and leaned forward so I could smell you better and you licked my cleavage under the curtain of your auburn hair, I nearly lost it.

I nearly tripped in the elevator and couldn't believe that you wanted me, but your fingers buried deep between my legs and your lipsticked fat lips sucking on my tits said otherwise. Your giggle as I pointed to a camera in the elevator was more than enough encouragement for me to take your hand, run you to my room and throw you down like the filthy bitch I know you are. I didn't want to know what you did and where you lived. It would've ruined it.

Burying my face in your hairlessness, I breathed you in and drank you as if I had just come out of rehab. Your legs wrapped around my head so gently and so softly, and your purring only made me want to ruin you. You smelled like summer and tasted like sweet butter. We fucked against the window as a boring meeting under the city clock wound itself up across the street. We 69'd on the table and I still chuckle at us nearly falling off the table when we found the Holy Bible wedged between the wall and your sex because I ate with my eyes closed.

I loved that you fucked me so hard that I came out of it with come all over my face. I loved that you licked it off and suggested a bath, only to do it all over again as the sun crept up and poked through the sandstone and steel of the city.

It's been three weeks and I am so pissed that I lost your number and didn't think to give you mine. I hopped online yesterday and looked for your profile, but you had removed it. I've kept mine on but I'm waiting for you. I don't want anybody else.