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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hi, the style Is a bit weird as used to write stories for an old ex in first person. Turned her on that i`d imagine her fucking other guys and write about it. If only we had found fab then  , anyway ended up writing this earlier mostly on a whim. Can carry on if anyone likes it
Walking into the hotel lobby dressed formally, you were instructed to meet at this hotel and wait in the lobby for instructions. As your eyes wonder around the sea of strangers each of which are going about their lives, you think who am I here to meet? Is it the grey fox; staring up from his Newspaper? Or maybe the teen waiting anxiously outside.
Removing your phone from your purse to send a text specifying to this stranger you had heeded his instruction. Once sent your phone is returned, you continue to stare around at the congregation observing their reactions, seeing if any would give the game away.
A loud beep signalling a text, seeing it reads `come to room 214, close the door behind you and place the blindfold, you were instructed to bring on. Once complete say I am ready master`.
Pacing from the lobby into the lift all the way to the outside of room 214, although you have done this countless times the nerves still strike.
Creaking open the door into darkness broken only by a single candle on the dresser illuminating a number of boxes scattered around the floor. With an exhale you reach within your purse and remove the blindfold before placing it elegantly over your flowing locks before stepping over the threshold and closing the door.
Kneeling, you call out "I am ready Master".
Hearing the bathroom door open and feeling another person before you. And with the feeling of breathe upon your face you hear "Hmm I believe M`lady is overdressed."
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