The Start

Checked in.

Key to the room.

Lift to the second floor.

Narrow staircase to the third.

Door unlocked.

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

 

 

14 thoughts on “The Start

    1. Thank you for your kind comment. Those lyrics will always be part of us now, as we are planning to return to the same hotel 🙂
      Rebel xo

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