*You tottered along the corridor nervously, imagining every guy in every room watching you through the peep hole, waiting for you.

"Wear the sluttiest outfit you have." Was all he'd asked. Still, maybe the heels were a step too far. You couldn't believe you were agreeing to meet a man you'd never met, alone, dressed like this.

You reached his door, bending down to yank the hem of the tiny skirt lower for what felt like the hundredth time since you entered the hotel. And that's when his door opened.*

Hey. So the scene isn't necessary, it's just one that I have some experience with and would like to do again sometime.

Me: 44 year old, 5'6" white male, slightly dadbodied, with a hotel room in Leicestershire to myself from tonight until Wednesday. Clean, cut and dnd free. Kinky A.F but just looking for some fun at the moment. We can try to incorporate whatever floats our mutual boats.

You; you tell me?