She met him online. It was a fun little website and was quite addictive. He hated her at first, thinking she was crazy, until one drunken night, she threw off her little prudish, anal façade. She got him to laugh, and they began a sort of online friendship. They talked a little about different things, then found out that they both wrote erotic literature.
After exchanging a few stories, they decided to meet. It would have to be at a halfway point, because they lived many miles apart from each other. Arranging all of the details was easy enough; the anticipation was the rough part. Finally, the day came for them to meet in the hotel lobby.
He entered, and began a search of the room. He cut his eyes to the left, and there she was, wearing the emerald green, low cut sweater she had described. Her legs were clad in tight jeans, which were tucked into her chocolate brown, leather "fuck me" boots.
She was sitting on a couch, engrossed in a novel. Her head came up; her eyes landed directly on his. Her lips curved into an unmistakable smile as she rose, gracefully, from the couch to greet him.
Rapidly approaching him, her smile grew even wider as she opened her arms to hug him. She could feel the bulge of his growing erection and it startled a throaty chuckle from her. Gently easing back from his grasp, she playfully ran her small hand across his crotch.
"Shall we go up right now?" she asked, "Or shall we eat first?"
"Up now, room service later," he responded.
She giggled, then took his hand and led him to the elevator. They entered the elevator, each of them noticing they were the only two passengers. After one long, smoldering look at one another, they wound up in each other's arms. Her lips were tantalizingly soft, and she smelled of lilacs. He could feel himself growing harder and thicker with each passing moment.
