We have spent the entire afternoon fucking each other in this hotel room. Now we’re supposed to be leaving and I’ve already showered and should be getting dressed. But I can’t, because all I want to do is fuck you all over again.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I touch my cunt. It’s swollen and deliciously tender from where you’ve spent hours kissing and licking and sucking it. Just the thought of your head between my legs sets me off again, and the slightest caress from my fingers leaves them dripping.

I hear you still in the shower. I put on my silk knickers with the satin bows at the back that you love to undo, then a pair of silk stockings. Then finally a truly beautiful silk corset. Slowly, I do up the fastenings at the front. With each one I am more turned on, imagining you restraining me, your thumbs resting on my hip bones, your fingers splayed proprietarily across my arse. I am breathless now, the corset done up tight at the front, my tits pushed up and forwards. All I can think of is you bending me over, spreading my legs, then sliding your beautiful hard cock in my arse and fucking me over and over again.

“Can you come here a minute and help me?” I ask.

You emerge from the bathroom, towel around your waist.

“And how exactly can I help?” you say, catching sight of the lacing at my back.

“I need you to do this up, please.”

“How tight?” A smirk on your face.

“That,” I say, “is for you to decide.”

We shan’t be leaving just yet.