I had messaged you early this morning. When I hadn’t heard back from you by 1 pm, I knew your day at work had turned to shit. You finally text me at 4 pm and told me that you need to just not think for a few hours. I tell you to come over and I’ll take your mind off of it. You arrive promptly at 6:00 pm and let yourself into my apartment as directed. I’m sitting on the couch waiting for you to turn the corner of the room....

I had a morning and afternoon of anticipation building ahead of me. After he had left his cum leaking out of me the previous night, I was ready for round two. I spent the day trying to forget about what was to happen later in the evening, and, eventually, bought a bottle of wine and made my way back to the hotel. I walked into the room and almost immediately received a message. Don’t forget, wear a skirt and fishnets. I’l...

Fuck, I was late and not even by a little bit. The “team building activity,” whatever bullshit the General Manager felt like hocking off about teamwork, had ran late and I still needed to make my way home to change. All I wanted to do was get home and shower. I shot Bennett a quick text that I was running late as I waited for the light to change so I could get home quickly. Bennett had been out of town all week for work a...

This day needed to be over; scratch that, this whole week needed to be over. The hotel was sold out for the third weekend in a row and I was stuck on rotation with Marcy. Marcy barely knew how to make a keycard even after working here for five years. She spent more time on her cellphone than she actually did working. So it should not have been a surprise to me as she moaned on her cellphone to one of her many boyfriends f...

The Butcher of North Versailles stood behind the counter of “Fromage a Trois” waiting for the last fifteen minutes of his Friday to be over. The smell of fresh-cut salami hung in the air as the Butcher began breaking down the slicers while absentmindedly thinking about what the weekend had in store for him. He was so deep in his thoughts that he missed the bell ringing above the door. Salami in hand, the Butcher turned to...