Frantic. It is the perfect word to describe what is happening right now. The kisses you lay on my neck are frantic and frenzied, while my fingers quickly work to undo all of those pesky buttons on your clothes. Despite the fact that we can't seem to get our mouth's off each other's bodies, clothes are shed and go flying through the air. I back up and take a look at you, a smile on my face. Oh you knew that this would happen, this was your hope all along. Why else would you be wearing that under your clothes, if ending up in my hotel room wasn't your goal? You're smiling too, but it's a delicious, devilish smile, and then our lips are back on each other.

Little curses and growls sneak out with every little movement you make against me. While we might have acted shy when we first met, there's no coyness here, we both know what we want. We want to break the bed, to make each other scream, to fuck each other so hard that we forget how the English language works. No words need to be spoken, as we both dive in together, falling down on the bed in a shower of giggles and moans, our night of fun and lust just getting started.

Frantic. That's the only way to describe how my heart is beating, or how the torrent of butterflies in my stomach seem to be acting. It's silly, feeling this way about someone you just met, someone you've only talked to a few times. But it's happening, and I'm in deep. It's as if I just can't get enough of you, like you're addictive. Every day I check to see if you've sent me anything, and every time I get just as excited as the first time. Every single message, email, little blurb of text sent my way makes my insides jumble all up as if I'm a teenager again.

It's dumb, stupid, and crazy. I know. I mean, we just met and in the craziest way too. What we have, it shouldn't work, and there's no way it's going to last. But the days keep going by, and we are both still here and still crazy about each other. Who knows where this could end up? In my dreams, in those fantasies I have late at night, I see you and me together, doing things we've only whispered to each other. Maybe one day, that dream will come true.

So this prompt is basically a classic idea, the first meeting between two lovers. But there's a twist, and that is that we will be writing the buildup and the payoff at the same time! In every message, like in the above prompt, there will be a section describing the present day and a section describing the past. Something talking about how our frantic meeting in a hotel room is progressing, and something about those first moments when we starting talking. I've left both the details of how we met and what exactly we are doing in that hotel room vague, so we can fill in the blanks together, write a sexy little love story. So if you're interesting in writing this kind of story with me, both past and present coming together, I would love to hear from you.