Desperation and Fornication

Part 5: The Activation

So there you have it! The desperation and the fornication. Well, I guess that's the entire story. No it's not! I hate when people don't realize that an erotic story is still a story. It's a lot of sex, but it's not just sex for sex's sake. Especially not with these two main characters. So, if you're up for it, there is more to this story that you can hear, but only if you're up for it. If you want some really good masturbation material, go read parts 3 and 4 again. If you want to see the ending to the story of John and Tracey, then I suggest you stick around until the end.

Tracey woke up before John did. She had to get to work, and she knew that she couldn't be late. She worked in fashion, and she loved her job. She went to go leave, but when she checked her watch, she realized that she had 20 minutes to spare. On a normal day, she would use this time to go get some coffee, or get some breakfast at a drive-through and then eat in her car. But when she opened the door to leave, she looked back and saw John. Sleeping peacefully in the bed they shared together.

Well, Tracey considered it peaceful. From an outsider's perspective, he looked like a fucking trainwreck. His mouth was wide open, his eyebrows were untrimmed, and he had her lipstick all over his mouth.

But she didn't care. He was handsome. She closed the door to their room and sat back down next to him on the bed. He slept on the right side of the bed, so she sat next to him on the left. She leaned over and started to stroke his hair. Tracey smiled softly as she felt the fibers of hair that were atop his head. She could've sat here for hours, just playing with his hair but there was a knock on the door.

"Housekeeping!" It was a woman's voice who spoke. Oh yeah, they're in a hotel, remember? They were so horny that they had to have sex that night. She seemed to immediately open the door before she even started talking. Also, every goddamn time I go to a hotel, housekeeping comes in while I'm in my room! So, do me, and everyone else who is staying at hotels a favor, ask before you fucking enter! Trust me, it'll lead a lot less awkward conversations if I say, "Yeah, we're busy!" Instead of you barging into a scenario you wish you hadn't seen.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming, Tracey ran over to the door where the housekeeper was opening the door, and grabbed the door to stop her from coming into the room.

"Hi, I know that it's your job to clean the rooms, but he's still asleep, so, could you come back later?" Tracey spoke kindly. She never wanted to hurt anyone's feelings who didn't deserve it.

"Of course, yeah. He can take all the time he needs." She understood, and closed the door. The housekeeper left and she closed the door behind her. Tracey walked back over to John, still blissfully asleep, dreaming of god knows what. Well, I know what he was dreaming of, but that would ruin the surprise. 

Tracey leaned over his body and kissed him on the cheek. She made sure the lipstick she wore left a mark on his face. Not so much that it was hard to get off, but enough to be visable at a glance. She stroked his hair one last time, left some money on the dresser with a note, and then left. She walked away and in the elevator on her way out of the hotel, she wondered what John did for a living. She knew he worked in a business setting, but thought about what his actual career was.

John woke up in the morning to no one in his hotel room.  But when John realized that Tracey was gone, he felt sad, but then realized that he didn't know much about her, just that they were amazing at fucking. I apologize for my crudity, but you didn't know them! They were amazing at sex, and that made them connected. And not in the way that a one-night stand does. It was more than just a wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

John looked over on the dresser, and saw some money on the dresser left for him with a note. He grabbed the note, and it read as follows:

"Last night was amazing, thank you for a great night. The money is to pay for half of the room. -T"