Once a month, I disappear on purpose.

No explanation, no witnesses—just a hotel room, a bag of surprises, and a higher sex drive than the top floor I book.

I keep my room door unlocked… a kink? A risk? No, a thrill. Curtains open, city lights bleeding through, like they’re trying to watch. I drop my clothes, concealing nothing from my breasts to my clit. I hear my cocktail hit my door and open it- not thinking twice of who may be watching, like I want someone to see my naked body.

My sex machine goes where it always goes, positioned like it belongs there—like it’s been waiting. Porn glows from the tv- all my favorites on my playlist flashing by. I unpack my toys and restraints with a reverence that borders on obsession.

I sprawl my petite, horny body across the massive king bed and lock my legs to the frame. Tipsy, deliberate, and fully aware that from this moment on I’ve chosen surrender, chosen to stay right here until my body squirts- my conditions for unlocking myself and allowing myself the sex machine.

When the low hum finally fills the room, it’s over powered by my moaning. The bed has a mirror over it- almost designed to watch yourself obsessively orgasm. With the vibrator on high I feel myself fill and cum- once…twice…and I force every nerve to not squirt as I shove the vibrator into my tight, soaking pussy. I feel my lips grip onto it, pulling it deeper and sending electricity through me.

I feel the sensation come flooding - my pussy full and throbbing for me to let go. I finally pull it out and watch my body squirt across the bed- with every pulse and squirt; I crave more. I bring my sex machine over- deciding which dildo my pussy is craving the most.

I decide on a thick, long, filling option- my favorite. I attach it and plug the machine in- this happens at the window, where the city moves fast under and around me. I love my little secret. I turn on the machine, slow and steady always teasing myself aggressively to make myself go obsessive. I feel it go in slowly, filling me with each thrust. I stop the machine with it inside of me- I like to feel filled and throb until I just need it that much more.

I crank up my machine, I feel it drive into me like a force rather than a motion—deep, insistent, impossible to ignore—sending raw, feral sensations ripping up my spine until my breath breaks. My body answers before my mind can catch up, bending my back wanting to feel it so deeply it touches my gut. With every thrust of the machine, I thrust myself into it, breaking every inch of resistance I have left.

My moans turn into screams disappearing into the city while I feel the cum pouring down my legs. My legs shake, and I pull the vibrator to my clit- this is when I do it. I feel the orgasm through my body and rip the machine out as I watch the floors become drenched and I stand there. One hand rubbing my breasts and the other admiring my drenched pussy- all while thinking about which vibrating panties I’m wearing to dinner.