Hotels. It’s all in the details.
Hotels turn me on. I haven’t found the psychological meaning behind it but I don’t care at the moment.
I have this urge to strip down and edge for hours. Have sex for long periods of time. And even pretend I don’t know the window binds aren’t shut all the way.
Sometimes I notice dried semen on the headboard. In any other situation this would sicken me, but noticing these details make me harder. Fantasizing about the guy that shot his load where I was sitting..
by the end of the stay, cum has hit the headboard, sheets, carpet, desk chair and more. The cleaning crew probably hates me.