Original story: "Two orgasms to the usual room, please", by bonzopoe

It's twelve o'clock at night, I'm about to faint from sleep but I'm waiting for her in the hotel bar, as always. My tongue misses the texture of her lips, all of them. It's exam time, and at the university she has a lot of work, so I know that she will arrive loaded with boredom, and she will want me to turn it into fatigue, into exhaustion.

Today is an odd date, so I have to make the decisions, have control, and with her it is not easy. I know she will challenge me, that she will not make it easy for me, that she will be obedient as always, as long as I take her where she wants to go. Otherwise, the next time we meet and it is a couple date, she will make me pay the price for not having met her expectations, she will make me suffer, the only thing she enjoys as much as me making her suffer.

And it is that after having turned my imagination into that body that I know as much as mine, it is not easy to surprise her. After having done with her everything I have wanted, it is not easy to think of something new that is not expected, that she does not anticipate. And she is able to accept anything, literally, as long as I surprise her, as long I show her new ways to scream or lose consciousness. She literally lets herself be wanted, done, undone and done again.

To be honest, I never know what I will do, what we will do, but after a while of looking at her, listening to her, licking her soul and body, things flow by themselves, and what starts as a slight swell ends in a sea stung in which the danger of drowning makes us cling more to ourselves with arms, legs and teeth, confident that somehow, we will survive ourselves, our debauchery, our violence, our almost cannibalistic hunger for the other .

The truth is, I have not read those romantic novels that girls read in which passion is the main ingredient, so if you ask me what passion is, what desire is, I will not quote anyone famous, or not famous, it is not necessary . For me, passion, desire have their own name and surname, wears miniskirts all the time, a blue mascara that matches her short dyed hair, and a mischievous smile capable of making me leave everything to lose myself in her again. Even this post, in which I planned to tell you more, until I heard her yelling at our waiter: "two orgasms to the usual room, please."

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