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I was reading a news article online, and thought there was a story idea in there
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/travel/news/article.cfm?c_id=7&obj...
My thoughts are about a hotel security manager watching patrons attending a conference, where one 'lady' attracts his interest. Not sure where it goes from there, but its a start...
I really laughed at the last paragraph or so, with the sex toys and a nuns habit...
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An Easy One
As he is responsible for security, he begins to check on her. When she is in the lounge, during happy hour, he pretends to be another patron. After buying her a drink, which she is thrilled to accept, he engages the lady in chit chat. Though he decides she offers no threat, he can't seem to get her out of his mind.
Thus begins a routine the security manager initially passes off as follow-up, but becomes so much more.
Nancy Cole
"You may be what you resolve to be."
T.J. Jackson
I would like to know the cause of the jealosy
Was the husband jealous of the wife's use of the "sex toy", instead of him, or of the wife's ecstacy, USING the "sex toy"? Or perhaps it wasn't jealousy at all, but rather frustration at having the batteries die at a "critical" moment?
Inquiring minds would like to know.
with love,
Hope
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.
In case it was the ecstacy...
Maybe it was the wife, having finished HER turn, who threw the toy from the suite, in a fit of pique and the husband had just been seen trying desperately trying to CATCH it before it was lost???
with love,
Hope
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.
If it was the frustration...
Was the "sex toy" supplied by the hotel and SOMEONE forgot to change the batteries after the last guest's use of it? Maybe the "husband's" aim had been right on???
with love,
Hope
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.