Last month I was away on a business trip. The business conference ended early, so I went back to my hotel room.

First thing you do when you have a hotel room to yourself?  Wank yourself stupid until you can't think straight obviously.

I collapsed on the king sized bed reached down and started rubbing my clit, faster and faster and faster. my heart was racing, breathing was ragged. I gripped the head board.

For a minute or so I rode that high, squeezing my thighs together tightly, and pushing down on my clit, until it all of a sudden became too sensitive to touch, and I  had to lift my fingers off.

I thought nothing of it, until the hotel room phone rang. It was the receptionist, saying there’d been a noise complaint, I acted dumb as my heart raced. He explained a nearby room had complained about “suspected sexual activity”

I said I was at a business conference that afternoon so it couldn't have been me. I insisted that I was oblivious, politely adding "I haven't heard anything".

The call ended and I considered it a near miss.