Hotel Fuck at the Conference Phone Sex

The plane landed in New Orleans–it was so hot and humid, what Southerners would describe as “sultry”. All I wanted was to check into my hotel, take a cool shower, grab a bite, and kick back before the library conference got underway at the convention center. I got my shower, and headed down to the hotel’s restaurant, wet hair in a messy bun, and dressed in jeans and a simple black camisole. I was sipping my ice water, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

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Testing My Boundaries Phone Sex

I am no stranger to being treated rough, or treating someone else roughly.

The other week I really got tested to the limits.  I met a guy in the gym.  I had seen him checking me out before, he was well built and confident.  The day he finally approached me, he didn’t waste much time with pleasantries.  He came up to me and said he wanted to break me, I laughed but was intrigued.  I asked if he meant as in training in the gym and he said no….

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