Despite our own expectations, the hotel module was launched into the Earth’s orbit right on schedule. An engineering team had already flown there. It is hard to describe the lively excitement on their faces after their hotel stay. Needless to say, the Glint Hotel has been on the front pages of news media around the world.

The protocol called for the R&D group to fly next. As head of the architecture and design department, I was thrilled by this opportunity. Of course, I had already seen every detail of the project thousands of times on the ground. But to examine the whole project on orbit? Are you kidding me? It was much more significant and certainly fascinating to me.

Preflight training was highly confidential and strictly individualized. Due to the non-disclosure agreement, we could not discuss the preparation process. We did not know the names of the other candidates. And frankly, I was not very interested. I was focused on following the regime with all seriousness and did not want to jeopardize this fantastic opportunity.

The only thing I knew for certain was that the command module to be used could hold two people weighing no more than 280 pounds. With my 162 pounds, the second hotel guest would most likely be a female. Or is there a plan for me to be on my own?

“All tests are perfectly fine,” Dr. Foster said with a smile, rustling papers with his slender fingers. “I think your recent high physical activity is the reason for the increased testosterone levels. Should not be a problem,” he patted me on the shoulder. “Best of luck, Paul! Send me a few photos, when you have a spare minute.”

“I will, Dr. Foster!” I shook his hand firmly in return. Overwhelmed with unspeakable excitement, I went home. It was hard to believe that in twenty-four hours I would be looking out of the porthole of the Glint at the Earth. And maybe I will not be alone.

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Hi DPP! Just like the title says. Let’s fuck each other’s brains out in the first space hotel ever! It would be wonderful if we could gradually build up sexual tension between us. The tight, high-tech fabrics of our spacesuits, the confined and not always comfortable interiors, and, of course, zero gravity.

Let’s discuss our characters and kinks that we can include together.

My hard limits are fluids, CNC, feet, gore, toilet play, water sports, taboo scenarios, surrealism, death and pain.

First-person writing style preferred. Can’t wait to hear from you!