Japanese Love Hotel

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“You pick the room tonight.”She smiles at me suggestively and gestures at the giant lit-up board next to us. It’s half the size of a wall, covered in blinking circular buttons and rectangular images of the rooms and what waits within them. The buttons have prices next to them, indicating the cost of what pleasures we will choose for our evening. We’ve been to this one before, this love hotel, as they’re called.Japan is full of weird and wonderful microworlds, the closest thing you can find on planet earth to another planet. Fashion, food, and fantasy all take on a strange shape here. Sex is no exception. Most Japanese households have two kids and one set of in-laws living within their walls, and there’s barely any room for sexual intimacy.So the post-World War II society created itself Love Hotels — tall standing oases of carnal pleasure amidst a city and culture of stiff tradition and overbearing formality. The walls are soundproof, the entrances and hallways discreet, and the atmosphere rife with excitement. It’s amidst this anticipation I stand, my hand reaching for my wallet that holds the Japanese yen I’ll use to pay for tonight’s little slice of heaven. I move closer to the board to get to know each room’s contents intimately…Each one has its own theme, its own toys and unique furnishings. An underwater observatory with its walls swirling in cerulean blue around a circular bed. An English countryside cottage, the roof thatched and the white plaster walls surrounding a cozy fireplace. A metal dungeon Ataşehir Escort with leather straps hanging from the ceiling, and just enough reddish light to keep things intriguing and lustful. My eyes move from the room selections to this enigmatic beauty who stands before me.Her long, colorful nails click against each other as they clasp the plastic bag of snacks we grabbed from the convenience store around the corner. Just enough food, alcohol, and hydration to keep us going until the morning. And maybe a few hours past that.We’ve been here before, and we know what’s coming. But that doesn’t make it any less enticing. She’s new enough to me to get me hard at the slightest glance. I’m new enough to her to make her consider every single fantasy and drop every wall. The kind of attraction that makes the idea of public space disappear and everything but our bodies and breath melt away into nothing. We both would desecrate this very lobby if we felt like it.And we do. We already ruined an internet cafe booth this week, and last week got kicked out of a karaoke bar. But we know there’s ample room just upstairs. And we can wait another ten minutes. Barely.”This one.” I place my finger on a red button. A buzzer sounds and an opening takes my cash. A small key with a room number engraved on it spouts out below. I grab the key and take the bag of goodies from her. She cups my cheeks in her jeweled fingers and kisses me fully and hard. I can feel the energy in her lips. Ataşehir Escort Bayan Every hair on my body perks up. I press her against the wall as the elevator door opens by itself, inviting us in. We shift into its four walls, faces never separating. I feel her hips cemented into mine as the portal takes us up.Love Hotel elevators are designed to never stop at any floor but one’s destination, in order to avoid any unwanted encounters. We wouldn’t notice if there was one. Right now, she’s my entire universe. I feel drunk and wildly alert at the same time.The doors open on our floor, and I practically lift her down the hallway. Room 113 — I push her softly against the wall next to our door. Her breath is heavy and quick, our stares penetrating and focused on nothing but each other. She’s got one hand lost in the folds of my hair, messy from the elevator, the other hand gripping the inside of my thigh. My hand slips from her hip to her neck, fingers dancing across her lips and cheek before they trail along her arm down to her hand. Her eyes open slowly as she feels what sits in between our hands as my fingers fit into hers — the room key. She turns to the door. I stop her hand before it turns the handle. “You sure you want to do this?” She smiles.”You say that every time we get to this point,” I smirk and look down at the handle. She already knows this is just my way of building the anticipation. But it’s become our thing, and a little ritual goes a long Escort Ataşehir way. She pushes the door open, and we slip inside.A circular room, complete with the furnishings we need to feel comfortable and little else. A luxurious bathtub in the corner. A small shelf and fridge in another for our things. A massive bed in the middle of it all, with a wide window centered above its head. A simple room, compared to this hotel’s many offerings. But I chose it for a reason.She drops the convenience store goodies to the ground and hops on the bed, bouncing on her knees straight towards the window. It pushes open easily, and a cool breeze hits us. “The river! We’re right above it!” I smile, grab a small, golden rectangle from the grocery bag, and join her on the bed. “We’ll have a view tonight.” I follow my words by tasting her neck and working my way down slowly. The golden rectangle falls to the sheets as I forget all about it. Here, soft touches and hard presses become one and we fold into each other. I lose touch with who is nibbling what and how clothing turns into bare skin. My tongue traces every inch and curve, her taste filling my senses and becoming my entire focus.My eyes are dilated and hyper-focused all at once, seeing nothing but the tan of her skin and the soft blue of the veins beneath it. I feel her heartbeat racing through the pulsing in my lips and tongue.”What’s this?” I look up at her. She tilts her chin as she surveys the bed companion I’ve brought to join us. The golden rectangle reflects light against her nails. A little giggle cuts through the heavy breathing. “White Chocolate…” She shoots me the cutest smile ever seen. “I told you I love white chocolate.” I sit up and take the small of her neck in my hands. She breaks open the packaging and places a small piece on my waiting tongue.

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