The sound of the knock on the hotel room door brakes the trance of the daydream that had been occupying you for, well you aren’t sure how long exactly. It’s only when you stop tapping your nails on the glass table next to you do you realize you had been doing it in the first place.

You collect yourself and walk to the door. The tight lace under your dress reminding you that this is all real. You open the door and greet me with a small, somewhat nervous kiss. I am in a white button down shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket that is so soft it feels like satin. I have a knowing smile on my face and you aren’t sure why.

“What?” You ask playfully insistent.

“I have something for you.” I reply.

I walk past you to the small kitchenette, open the door and grab a bottle of whisky, glasses, and ice. I move about the room as if it is mine, even though you are the one who has been living here for the last week.

“What is it?” You ask.

“You’ll see soon enough.” I reply without even looking up.

I hand you your glass and toast you.

“To new adventures.” I click your glass and take a sip, you do the same but with slight hesitation. Something about the way I said “adventure”, and the look in my eye when I said it, has you questioning just what was happening.

You and I had met several times for our little escapes in rooms just like this, and you know full well that my appetites are varied and nearly insatiable. One night the love making can be as gentle and sweet as a teenagers first love. Another night could leave you with bruised wrists from where you strained against leather belts as you were brought to the edge of climax and back again for what seems like an eternity.

Having experienced that, you weren’t quite sure what I had in mind for tonight, but my tone, my whole presence was slightly different.

“Seriously, what did you bring me.” Your tone now more firm.

As if on cue there is another knock on the door.

“Why don’t you go see.” I reply, my voice flat but my face with a nearly imperceptible smirk.

Your eyes widen and you hurry to the door.

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This is a very open ended prompt. I want you to tell me who or what you fantasize is on the other side of the door. Is it another man? Another woman? A couple? A box with some special treat inside?

My interests/kinks a wide reaching and am excited to hear what your fantasies are. Normal limits (bathroom, gore, non con, etc.) apply.

I look forward to your orange envelopes.

-Jack