This morning I attempted to drive home to Boston from DC where I've spent the past few days touring.
A smart provider simply flies but I am stupid and insist on driving ("but I need to carry more shoes!").

A drive I've now completed dozens of times, today I found myself disoriented and tired, complicated and distracted by the heavy Sunday traffic.  The DC hotel staffers of the hotel I stayed in were especially contrary this visit and like a bad child I determined I would "fuck their shit up" by having the most athletic, raucous sessions possible.  That I couldn't complete my drive today was probably resultant of my ambition.

I mulled a repeat visit to a place I once found while driving home to Boston.   During my last long tour I found myself driving sleepy and knew that I had to pull over.  Somewhere between Hartford and New York I found an exit with a few recognizable chains which would have been sufficient for my purpose BUT I felt like indulging my own fantasy of finding sex in a really seedy motel (perhaps even with a few crumpled dollar bills tossed at me for effect).
Skipping the Courtyard Marriott or some such I opted for the Bates Motel, replete with mismatched furniture, torn curtains and a little blood on the carpet for good measure.  How bourgeois to fantasize about fucking in such a place, but don't hold it against me.  
Unfortunately it was too dirty to consider remaining but out of curiousity I did open the cupboards and turn on the television.  On the telly was 80s hardcore pornography and I immediately realized I was in a real flophouse, something I had only previously read about.  
Of course I masturbated to it, to the sordidness of the whole scene and had a surprising, feverish, intense orgasm.

Today I was not as adventurous and opted for good clean wholesome fun:  attempting to pick up a weary traveler in a 4-star bar.  I found myself near Philly and here I am in Center City.

Do you want to laugh and talk?

I don't either.  Let's fuck.

Love,
Ally
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*The consummate girlfriend experience:  I coo, giggle, sigh & gasp with genuine affection.  I'm greek-friendly & french-oriented with a particular skill that most are enamored with.