I had been flirting with this charming older traveler i met through friends sophisticated, with silver at his temples and a mischievous smile. when he invited me to his hotel, one of those luxury places with chandeliers and marble staircases, i couldn't resist the intrigue.

we met at the hotel bar, sipping cocktails under dim lights as conversation turned from playful banter to subtle touches. before long, he reached for my hand and led me upstairs, a quiet confidence in his stride that sent a thrill through me. his suite was spacious, the city skyline sprawling behind floor-to-ceiling windows.

he kissed me slowly at first, drawing out every second until the room felt charged with anticipation. i slid my dress off and stood before him, feeling my heart race as he admired every inch of me. he lifted me onto the bed, his mouth exploring my body as my breaths turned ragged. when he finally entered me, the world narrowed to just us the heat, the sounds, the way his grip on my waist pulled me into every thrust.

his deep groans and whispered praises made my head spin. “you’re perfect,” he murmured, making my pulse quicken. when he came, holding me close as his body tensed, i followed right after, trembling from the intensity.

afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, the city lights painting patterns on the walls. a night so perfect it felt like a dream.