On my Twitter account recently (@pantsdownabbey) I tried an experiment: to improvise an erotic story in a series of tweets.
I’ve reprinted it below as I wrote it. Each line was a tweet.
I sort of feel like it is unfinished. Feel free to finish it in the comments section! x
It went like this.
THE LOVERS’ HOTEL
A quiet hotel in the country. Her eyes are cast down coyly as he books them in.
The receptionist throws her glance. She looks away. The man leads her up the stairs.
As they climb the stairs his hand brushes her bottom through the thin cotton dress. She longs to get to their room.
He stands behind her, his body touching hers, as he turns the key in the lock.
It was a typical country hotel room. Double bed with blue check duvet. A chair. A chest of drawers.
All was just as it should be. Except one thing. But they ignored that now as they clung together in a deep, warm kiss.
They stripped hurriedly and she lay back, lifting her knees as his beautiful mouth moved between her thighs.
She let out a long satisfied moan & reached down to run a hand through his dark hair. Her fingers tightened.
The stranger’s tongue & lips had not know her before, but they quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm.
She lifted her head from the bed and begged him not to stop.
Her orgasm crashed over her & while she was still catching her breath, he climbed over her and…
…lifted her on to her all-fours.
He stroked her, ran his hand under her and entered her wet sex. She lifted her head.
In this position she could no longer close out from her mind what was extraordinary about this hotel.
As he held her sides & thrust into her she looked straight ahead, and watched what might have been a reflection. But it wasn’t.
Where normally there would have been a mirror on the wall, there was an internal window.
Then in the far wall of the neighbouring room was another window. The next room had another window. And so on.
She stared into the eyes of the woman in the next room. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.
Both were being taken by strangers. Both were being watched. And both were watching.
She tried to make out figures beyond. Legs in the air. Mouths crying out in pleasure. Eyes watching her…
…Staring at her breasts as they moved with each thrust of the gorgeous silent stranger behind her.
And then she was coming, and he was coming, and the hunk & sweetheart next door were coming, and the two girls beyond…
& as the pleasure shuddered through her, she heard the whole hotel come alive with the gasps & cries of their illicit ecstasy.