Key to the room.
Lift to the second floor.
Narrow staircase to the third.
The bedroom and beyond that, the living room.
A beautiful big room on the top floor of the hotel… a room entirely for ourselves.
A room that would soon be filled with sex and submission.
And so it started…
Many, many hours later, I lay on the floor, spent… fucked out.
And after this experience, the words to one of my favorite songs got a total new meaning.
Baby I’m from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Cause Now you’re in New York
These words bring smiles to the faces of my Husband and me…
… and an understanding only the two of us share.
© Rebel’s Notes