Fantasy Series: Driving to Our Weekend Away From the World

This writing was originally published as part of my email newsletter series. Sign up to receive them first at evabora.com

Disclaimers: Fantasy Series is for entertainment purposes only and is not an indicator of services offered by Eva Bora. Please do not solicit the acts in the Fantasy Series for in-person services.

Notes from Eva: Consistent LDRs haven’t really worked out for me in the past. That said, I’ve always enjoyed being a comet (that’s a non-monogamy term for a partner that comes by every once in a while very intensely). The idea of being away from the world for a romantic, erotic getaway sounds like a fun weekend to me.

Friday night you’re driving and trying not to speed too much. You want to get to our destination safely, after all. But you’ve been waiting for this weekend for so long, you really can’t wait. As you get in your car, plug in the GPS to where we’re headed, you’re excited about getting to your destination… but also the person that’ll be at your destination.

Just as you’re getting into the parking lot of the hotel, you get a text from me. “Room 505. They upgraded us… you’re gonna love it.” Hoo boy, this just got even better.

You feel your heart thumping louder. Holy moly, this is really happening, you think. You’ve dreamed of doing this for a while. A few stolen hours here and there quickly didn’t become enough for you and me whenever we saw each other, and both of us were left at the end of every date feeling like we both wanted more.

This was the logical point we were going to get to eventually. We just needed to figure out how we would go about this.

You walk up to 505 to see the door slightly ajar for you… you slowly open it.

It already looks even better than the pictures you saw online. I could say that about a certain someone as well, you think. There’s an L couch, loveseat, and a kitchenette and bar with cushioned bar chairs around a large, lush countertop. You see a half wall blocking the view of the bed right now and can’t quite see it yet. You do see the door to the bathroom in front of you.

You decide to head in there first. “I’m using the bathroom and then I’ll come back out,” you call out to me.

“Mmhm, okay my dear,” you hear me croon back around the corner.

You walk in the bathroom and… you know how hotels never really take good pictures of their bathrooms because they know people will do dirty things in them? Yeah, the pictures did no justice to what you actually walk in and see.

Everything about it screams thoughts from the dirtiest parts of your mind.

There’s a full-size hot tub in the bathroom. You see a shower with built-in benches and multiple heads, from above the head, the middle section, to the waist area. There’s a bench for your belongings outside the shower. Hell, you even see a full size mirror facing the tub… it’s like they want you to fuck from every angle possible of this bathroom. You’re already getting hard seeing all the places you could pull me down or bend me over to have fun with me.

Focus, you tell yourself. You have all weekend.

You walk out and find me sitting on this plush king size bed. You notice quite the view behind me, but you’re more focused on the fact that I’m wearing a thin, almost-see-through bathrobe and panties… but not a bra.

“So, I wanted to ask,” I say as I slowly walk across the room towards you, your eyes glued on my hard nipples grazing against the thin bathrobe fabric and peaking through. It’s almost like my body is begging for TLC. “But.. did we want to go out to eat tonight? Or… should we order a pizza or get room service tonight instead?”

We didn’t fully plan on it, but now that I’m in front of you you’re thinking you might be spending more time inside the hotel— and probably me— than outside this weekend.

And you’re definitely checking out at the last possible minute on Sunday to enjoy every inch of me.

What happens the rest of the weekend is up to us, but maybe you have some ideas of your own to make it more fun.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Sign Up for My Newsletter!

Taken by Storm Web Design

Eva Bora