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#29 Participant Link APRIL Hotels/Motels where have you been?
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#29 Participant Link APRIL Hotels/Motels where have you been? There is a tale about a hotel somewhere in southwestern Ontario whispered quietly in back alleys and run down bars from Woodstock to Goderich. This hotel is supposedly magical in its charm and setting, among the pastoral fields and woods and Jack had first heard about it from a colleague of his when they were working together in the city of London, Ontario His regular place of work was at Avon but occasionally he would be farmed out to the less prosperous towns and this one was 50 kilometers from Avon. As he had to get there at 7 in the morning his friend suggested he drive in during the night and book a room at the Silver Maple B&B. He also said that he should take advantage of the Elizabeth suite as that had an outdoor hot-tub and that would be very useful in ensuring that he, Jack, woke up bright eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning. So the following evening, Jack packed his car with the items that he might need the next day, threw an overnight bag in the back and drove down to the Silver Maple, which he reached within an hour. It wasn't easy to find as it was set a ways back from the main road and hidden behind a copse of trees. Fortunately his friend had provided accurate directions so he didn't waste too much time looking for it. Pulling into the parking lot, he stepped out and looked around. The hotel lay back from the main road and the screen of oak and elm trees helped muffle sounds of traffic. Overheard the stars gleamed coldly with their brilliant fire in a cloudless sky and the soft lights from the hotel windows gave out a warm welcoming glow. In the lobby an elderly gentleman, who was also the proprietor welcomed him and got his details. Jack asked about the Elizabeth suite and was informed that yes, it was available. He placed his things in the suite and found that his friend was correct – it did indeed have an outdoor hot tub. He washed then went down for dinner. After dinner, he relaxed in the common room which was off the main hall and his eye was caught by a large number of pictures hanging on the walls. They were mostly woodland scenes interspersed with paintings of flowing golden waves of corn but what they all had in common was bright pinpoints of light in the foreground. It was much like looking at Thomas Kincade paintings through a LSD haze. As the proprietor walked in with after dinner coffee, Jack commented on this. “Ah yes, my old mam painted those. she said those lights were the spirits of the land brought all the way from Cornwall.” “What? All the way from Cornwall, Ontario?” Jack joked. “No, Cornwall, England. The old country,” the proprietor said somewhat frigidly. “A land before the Romans were just learning to crawl out from under the wolf, and the realm of the one true king. Most of the trees around the hotel were brought over as saplings and my mam said that the wood nymphs and other spirits came over with them. She was a bit strange but she believed it. Mind you she never called them fairies or elves, and I prefer wood spirits or nymphs myself.” They chatted for a bit and then Jack, feeling he needed an early start in the morning, took himself upstairs. In the room he thought a soak in the hot tub would be a good idea as he wasn't sleepy. He removed his clothes , put on a robe and stepped out onto the small patio outside his room. He switched on the tub and heard water gushing in. He looked around and saw streamers of mist rising up from the ground. Already the lights out on the main road were looking hazy and shimmering in the cold night. As the tub filled he took of the robe and stepped in. Hot water surrounded him and he switched on the massage function. The steam from the water combined with the mist and soon he was enveloped in his own private cocoon with the outside world cut off. A feeling of lassitude enveloped him and as always when he was thinking of nothing , Nira popped into his head. She was his girlfriend of over a year but now she was his ex-girlfriend. A combination of a demotion at work, long<b> trips </font></b>away from home and the chance encounter with another man she had more affinity with, had been the perfect recipe to take her away from him They had started going out as friends and then it had suddenly blossomed into a romance, one of the greatest romances he liked to think. They talked about everything and nothing, did everything and reveled in the touch and intertwining of their bodies It was the happiest and most fulfilling periods of his life but the fates don't like to see someone spinning a bright thread on life's dark ashcloth and just like that, it was over. Like a lead balloon falling off a cliff. For a few weeks he was like Wile. E. Coyote spinning his legs, trying to stay aloft in empty air, but then he fell to to leave a coyote sized hole in his heart. He was filled with a great sense of loss and it was always the same when he thought of her, her elfin face and chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders and covering her small breasts. She had a way of looking at him with a tilt of her head and then he would be lost in the depths of her eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed leaning his head back against the side of the tub and letting himself go, to drift upwards with the water vapor. What was meant to be was meant to be and there was nothing to be gained fighting aginst the great juggernaut of time which left fragments of memory in its wake. He didn't know how long he lay there but then he felt a feather touch against the inside of his thigh. He was too relaxed to do anything but wonder what it was and attribute it to an eddy of one of the jets, but the next thing he felt was warm lips engulfing his cock and in a dream like state he imagined it was Nira's lips wrapped around it and sucking. He felt her lips draw upwards and then the touch of her tongue and then the plunge down again engulfing his rod right to the base. He felt hands pressing on his thighs as her mouth worked at taking him in deeper and he felt her start an up and down motion on his cock with her lips still wrapped around it. This couldn't be happening he thought. How could she be here with me now? He opened his eyes and it was the same reddish brown hair between his legs and the same green eyes looking steadily back at him. He became lost in them and wordlessly held her face, a face he knew better than his own, between his hands stroking her cheeks. She resumed sucking and licking the underside of his penis which felt as hard as mahogany and he knew that before long he would be pumping his pelvis into her willing mouth. He pulled out of her mouth reluctantly and grabbed her torso pulling her up to him and they kissed long, hard and passionately. He bit her lips and then rubbed them against her cheek, licking her face. She wriggled ad moaned a bit and then he was kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes and she giggled like she always did when he paid particular attention to her ears. He took her left nipple in his mouth and bit down while sucking at it and she put her hand on his head and pressed it against her chest. "I missed you," she breathed into his ear. He lay my head against her chest and he could hear the thudding of her heart. After a minute or so he continued to lick his way down from her nipple to her belly with little nips from his and then down to her waist. He bit her just above her pubic area and heard a sharp intake of breath before continuing lower. He massaged her pussy lips with his tongue and breathed in her aroma. It was the same heady aroma that he remembered so well and the same sweet, salty taste of her . He continued to lave her pussy with his tongue before latching on to her clit and sucking with wild abandon. Occasionally he would flick it with his tongue and then clamp his lips around it. He kept this up and before long he felt her body start to shudder and she bucked against his mouth. He flicked her clit harder and the shuddering grew in intensity and she started grinding her hips against his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her ass and held her tight and soon she gave a long gasp and started panting and her shudders built to a crescendo before she collapsed against me, her salty nectar flooding his mouth. "I really missed you," she murmured again. He moved between her legs and she drew them apart willingly, and with a swift and sure thrust he entered her pussy and it was heaven after so long. It felt tighter then he remembered and she gave a gasp. He held her hair tight and started to kiss her and she moved beneath him thrusting up with her hips. They kept kissing and thrusting against each other in a wild, animal frenzy and the water sloshing every where and over them as he pulled her legs up and plunged deeper into her. He knew he was going to go over the edge soon and before the orgasm hit he pulled out with a groan and moved his body upwards toward her eagerly seeking mouth and she sucked hard on him causing him to explode into her. She kept sucking and swallowed what must have been a steady stream of come as his orgasm kept rolling on and on. It eventually subsided and she let go of his cock after giving it a kiss. He rolled over beside her and lay back looking at her through a haze of steam and sexual gratification. “Where have you been?” He murmured and she put her face close to him and kissed him. “I've always been here”, she said and kissed him again. They lay like that for a while just comfortable with holding each other and he drifted off to sleep. When he woke, the water had become cold and in a daze he got out of the tub shivering, wrapping the robe around him. He was alone and and he looked around hoping to see Nira again, but there was just the mist around him and a sprig of heather on the floor by the tub. He picked it up looking at it as he twirled it around and in the distance, on the wind, came a soft tinkle of laughter |
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I wish my hotel visits would turn out like this!  
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all it needs is some imagination - and a blow up doll
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I'm curious - you're in the UK. do you think it was a bit presumptuous on my part to use UK folklore? Go Forest!!
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Using an imagination is marvelous- doesn't matter where you get it and using UK folklore was great (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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