The Woman in the Hotel Gym

She’s my age, lithe, incredibly fit, with tan skin and toned muscles. A perfect body. Her hair is the color of caramel cream, her sports bra and workout pants a rich burgundy. They’re tight enough they could be painted on. She’s wearing headphones, nice ones, and as she glides into the room, she picks the stair stepping machine.

Zeze

She was, technically, another total stranger. But she was dressed up all goth, too, and that was instant kinship. She’d rolled even deeper into the look than I, with her corset and corsage and little hat and burgundy perfectly-arranged hair and scattered piercings. She was bonkers hot -- tall and trim and busty and cute, her smirk confident and knowing, her big eyes inviting and expressive -- she was who I wished I could be.

Kathy

When she says, “Come to my room,” I nod, not questioning that of course she means for us to finally hold our postponed planning conversation, to set forth our schedule for tomorrow.

The Honeymoon

All of Laura’s friends were hot, that’s just the circle Laura traveled in, and Allie was no exception. I’d never met her before, but I figured the only reason a hot girl like her was talking me was because of this drama. I didn’t need her pity. “No, it’s--” tears betrayed me, suddenly springing from my eyes, streaking down my face. So much for not being pathetic.

Violet

“Cuz you keep looking at mine,” she said, “Makes me think you’re a boobs guy.” She cupped her large breasts, squeezing them together. Then she pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress and you better believe I was watching. She giggled and rose from her spot, sitting down next to me. “I could see my sister attracting a boobs guy, she’s got nice tits. They pierced?”

Cora

The feeling of her body against mine was fucking fantastic. This beautiful, nearly naked women I’d just met, writhing in my arms, sucking my kiss, wanting me with a crazy passion. Her smell was intoxicating, the brief moments of eye contact intensely erotic. We were strangers, but were in tune, my craving mirroring hers.