The hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaching my thoughts.
I lay, naked in bed. The usual type of hotel room with the usual type of hotel bed, sterile and very impersonal. White sheets, white bedspread. Tan carpets. A painting of flowers on one wall, the other a forest scene. I swear the chains buy them in bulk, I've never seen them before but they look like a hundred others I've seen on hundred of other walls in hotels everywhere.
My mind is a million miles away. My thoughts are on you. I've never really touched you, tasted or smelled you, But you've come to me a million times.
I've never heard you speak. But I know those sexy little moans and grunts you make right before you cum.
I think about watching you, as we've done before...your hand moving fast, up and down. Squeezing tight as you in turn watch me. I touch myself slowly. Teasing you as I slip my toy deeper and deeper inside me. Moving my hips in the rhythm of your hand, pretending it's you moving deep inside me.