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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The drive to the hotel feels longer than it is, anticipation will do that. The verbal conversation is so vanilla it is almost funny, work, kids, activities, anything to stop us talking about what we hope is going to happen tonight.
We park outside, grab our one bag and head in, our favourite boutique hotel, familiar and yet tonight, it feels different.
We settle ourselves in the room, finally it sinks in, tonight is the night, all those conversations, all those plans, tonight they are going to be realised.
We check our emails, no last minute change of plans by anyone involved, smile, relax.
There is a knock on the door, the masseuse arrives, pre booked, she does her job perfectly, the stress evaporates, expertly replaced with anticipation.
She showers, as he prepares the bed.
Post shower she is as beautiful as ever.
She lies down on the bed and lifts her arms above her head, gently sliding her legs apart.
Limbs are locked into silk bindings.
A long kiss, a look from him that says are you sure, a smile, the blind fold is slipped over.
He puts some music on and leaves the room, heading to the bar as arranged. |
