"You can meet me in my hotel, with nothing on under your Trenchcoat "

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"Let's move together side, by side.
So deep we touch the floor, tonight.
It's written on your, it's written on your, It's written on your body."

Since I have left Loreen's concert, I can't stop thinking about the atmosphere she has created.
It has been such a magical experience to see her perform some of my favourite songs live in front of an audience, even though I just saw her two days ago, when she left my apartment.
Yes, you heard right, she was in my apartment and I know her.
Well not really know, but we both make love to each other every time she's in my city.
You wanna know the whole story?
I can give you a quick recap:

Last year, I was this depressed, little woman that didn't know what to do with her life, so I went to a bar.
Surprise, surprise who did I meet there?
Loreen.
She was so fucking good looking and charming, that I had to talk to her and what can I say, we matched from the very first moment. Later that night we decided to change the location and headed to my place to....well, get to know each other a bit more-if you know what I mean.
It was pretty awesome, so I asked for her number and the rest is history.

We aren't together or anything but we fuck when she's around and today she had a concert here, so I thought I'll buy me a ticket and watch her perform.
It has been an absolute blessing to watch her move around the stage and interact with the audience.
She really knows how to draw the attention to her.
Maybe I should call her and see how she's feeling right now. It would be a lie to say that her little stage outfit didn't turn me on.

"Loreen?"
"Hey, honey."
She sounds so happy
"I hear you had fun today"
"It has been a pleasure, yes. But I think you had your fun too, am I right ?"
Had she noticed me at the concert? I haven't told her that I'm gonna come by
"What do you mean?"
I can hear her laugh at my cluelessness
"Darling, don't you think that I can sense your energy when you're around?"
"You do? Then you saw me dance to your beautiful music?"
"Of course I did. You looked so happy and free. I enjoyed seeing you like that."
"Now you make me shy, but it really made me happy to watch you perform."
"You're so sweet."
"But it made me something else as well, darling..."
I say and wait for her response.
"Tell me about it", she seems very interested.
"The way you moved your hips and closed your eyes gave me flashbacks from our last encounter."
"I think I know exactly where this is heading."
"You made me horny, baby."
"Did I hmm?" she whispered.
"You looked so good on stage, that I have to see you tonight. Do you have time to come by?"
"I have always time for you, darling."
"Good", I smile "how about we see each other in about an hour ?"
"Sounds fantastic."
"Perfect. See you soon."
"Bye bye, darling."

She hangs up and leaves me smiling like a little child. Maybe I should shower before she's here.
Let's see what I'm gonna wear for her.
I stand up from my bed and look through the closet. Well, we have two options:
Either a cute set of red underwear with a matching bra or a short silk dress with white underwear.
I think I'm liking the red set more so let's take that one.
After about 45 minutes I come out of the bathroom. Freshly showered and in my lingerie set, that I put on just for her. I'm so excited to see what she's gonna wear.
Usually she has this very sexy pair of black underwear with little ribbons on the side and a transparent black bra.
Just the thought of her gives me little butterflies in my stomach.
I head to my bed and sit down, but right as I had found a comfortable position the bell rings.
"Hey, sweetheart", Loreen says with a smile as I open the door to my room.
"Good evening madam, come in."
I wink at her and close the door behind us.
Her black hair falls in pretty curls over her long black coat, that she has tied up at the front.
I notice her high heels clicking on the wooden floor as she approaches me and this alone makes me love women ten times more.
High heels are so unobtrusively sexy.

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