Five hundred twenty-five — it was a subliminal message I had in my head one morning.

I skipped the gym and drove to a hotel in a nearby town. I walked to that room number and knocked on the door. A man answered, wearing next to nothing.

I couldn’t control myself; I barely made it into the room before attacking him. I had to taste him. I had to touch a body like this that had been dominating my fantasies for what seemed like forever.

Touching his skin and feeling the hardness of his body pressed against me was electrifying. Having him touch my breasts and other places that made my body quiver made me hungry for more. I couldn’t stop myself from kneeling before him and taking him into my mouth. He tasted so good.

Feeling him fuck my mouth was a powerful turn-on. My tongue slid... Read More