There it was, home sweet home. I opened the door—She was wearing a towel and she had dirty, oily hair—and I could sniff her puss from here.
She knew I was attracted to her, so she had me there. But she knew I could easily attract another woman, so we were tied. We were both the jealous type. It always felt like we were cheating on each other, and it made it hot.
“Aren’t you going to start getting ready?” she asked innocently.
“Yes.” I said, “After I fuck your stinky parts.”
She tried to slap me, but I got the towel off of her anyway. I started manhandling her, and she insisted I close the only window in that little hut. She didn’t want the neighbors to hear us. Rich. We didn’t even know the goddamned neighbors. I got tired of hearing her wail on about it, and I didn’t want to hear her crying when I was trying to concentrate, so I finally shut the window. Then I told her to not say another word. From then on, all I heard was her moaning in pleasure and pain, and in pleasure.
Any room starts to look good when you’re fucking in it. I guess that’s why people willingly stay in dumpy motel rooms—it’ll look good after a good fucking.
We had the shades drawn, and there was no air conditioning in the room, did I mention that? It was a sauna in there. I didn’t think she was going to make it. There was more of her sweat on me than there was mine.
We were upright, her ass on the writing desk. I could see the top of her head, you know, her hair, and her ears, and then her shoulders and tits and the rest of her body. She was so close to me that I couldn’t see her face, because I’m that much taller than she is. I imagined for a minute that I was fucking some woman I had just met, and in a way, I was, because this was the best damn sex we had ever had up to this point. This was a new woman, and I liked this slut better than the stuck up one that was replaced.
She really smelled now—it was like having her vagina blown in my face—and it turned me on and turned me onto her. I didn’t want this ride to end. Please don’t tell me this will end and go away and I won’t have this woman again, because I like this new toy I found. She’s my new toy and I want to play with her a lot. I want to dress her up in bikinis and panties and nightgowns and maybe even nice dresses. Let’s play house, Dear.