A visit…part one…

I saw him in the hotel, on his balcony. I was staying one floor below and diagonal to his room. He didn’t see me in the shadows, and that was good. If he had…if he had noticed the hunger and need on my face…he might have locked the sliding glass door when he went back inside.

So I waited till his lights went off. Stood there nearly an hour, silently tearing a shirt into strips I could bind him with, letting myself be driven closer and closer to madness from desire. By this time it was well after midnight…but there would be no sleep for me…or him, once I climbed up and snuck inside.

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