A hotel room. Crisp, clean sheets. Soft, squidgy pillows. Everything is tidy and simplistic, and ready to make an absolute mess of with fucking. Lots and lots of fucking.
Last night I had sex.
Well, I kind of had sex. Is masturbation sex?
I would never say that a sex toy could replace a partner, but my Doxy gets me off with great efficiency and will never comment on how filthy or depraved the porn I get off to is.
I was prepared with some of my favourite erotic stories to read and some new sex toys to play with. I am going to jerk off until my clit is sore and I can’t come even one more time.
I would have liked to have hotel sex, pegging a sex friend with a strap-on or giving a messy blow job. But to be honest it had been a very long day, and collapsing in bed – alone apart from my own dirty thoughts – might have been just what I needed.
So let’s try again: last night I wanked a lot, and it was wonderful.