Just Three Times

After meeting at the bar, we ended up at a motel together. Over beers, he told me this wasn’t usually his style, and we got to know a little more about each other. Then, with the classic excuse of wanting to catch a whiff of my perfume, he leaned in, pressing his nose against the nape of my neck. From there, his lips brushed against my neck… then my mouth. Before we could even make it to the bed, our bodies were already entangled on the table. When he whispered that we’d only go three rounds, I knew I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.