One Night of Lust

I am so horny I could fuck my best friend’s grandma. Okay, it’s not quite that bad but memories of the last time I got laid are becoming a very distant memory. I’m tired of jerking myself off. I want to find a woman with a wet pussy and bang her for hours until she is bow-legged and my dick has lost a dozen layers of skin from all the friction. I want to feel pussy-burn!

I live in a studio apartment with paper-thin walls, not conducive to the loud, raunchy sex I want to have. I grabbed my key ring, wallet, and overnight bag and headed for my Toyota. I drove until I found what I was looking for - a second-rate motel with an almost empty parking lot. I registered at the desk, getting a room in the back corner away from the half dozen other guests. The last thing I wanted to deal with tonight was noise complaints.

I tossed my bag on the motel room floor and grabbed the Yellow Pages off the desk. I flipped through it until I got the section I was looking for - escorts. I was shocked by how many choices there were. It looked like I could have my pick of whatever type of woman I wanted.

I decided to go with two women; one won’t cut it tonight with the mood I am in.