I woke up, having been moved from the cold hotel floor to the soft sheets of the bed. My eyes saw nothing but faint blurs for the first few seconds before clearing to the sharpest image of Sin’s breast dangling above my face I’ve ever seen my eyes produce.

“Earth to Guy,” she was straddling me on my chest with her naked body, constricting my breaths as she slapped across my face, “You there?”

I let out a long groan, “I can’t feel anything.”

“Shit,” the woman lowered her face down to mine, unease wrecked across her expression “Are you okay?”

“Nah, I gotta get something,” I moaned, “Quick.”

“Water? A towel? Pills? What is it?”

I opened my mouth and left it ajar, my breaths leaking out of my windpipe as my lips parted. It was only until a long moment had passed when I finally answered.

“Pussy juice.”

I had the privilege of watching Sin’s face switch from that of concern to annoyed contempt.

She then slid her pussy from my chest and lifted it over my face before planting her entire weight down on my head. A familiar taste began filling my mouth.

“Take back everything you made me say.”

“You did this to me in the first place,” was what I tried to reply with, but with a mouthful of meat curtains, what it translated to was nothing but gibberish and more oral stimulation for Sin. I could hear her voice leak out in high pitches as I felt her crotch and thighs jolt from my mouth.

She lifted her cunt from my face, crawling her way back down to my chest, “Next time, I’m leaving you dead on the floor.”

Just before she could settle, I shot myself upright, catching the dark-skinned, freckled tomboy in my arms as I sat up. It caught her off guard, a short squeal leaking out of her mouth as her succulent ass dropped down onto my thighs where my cock had been waiting since the first glance of her cleavage post wake. It managed to wedge itself in between her cheeks during the skirmish where there was no place it would rather be.

“Right, but you didn’t,” I hugged her close from her slender, tight hips. Our height difference from the waist up meant that I had a full view of her bust while she could only look down at me from atop my head.

Shame for her. I would be sorry for her blight, but my mind has different priorities.

Sin seemed to read my mind and, with her great benevolence, responded by flinging her arms around my neck, mushing my face tight against her tits, "I should've just sat there until you stopped breathing."

"There's no other way I'd rather go," I blew in between her cleavage. I could feel her shudder as my breath ran down her sky.

We held each other for a while, letting the silence take our words away. I took that small time to enjoy her chest. Hypnotic, they were. They would radiate warmth every time they rose and fell with Sin's breaths. Every so often,

Sin was the first to break said silence, "You're really enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Look who's calling the kettle black," I replied as I felt her hands run across my back, pushing against the ridges of my muscles.

Hey, it wasn't all that selfish of me. She was enjoying herself, too.

“Want to try something?” Sin suddenly suggested.

I brushed my head up, my face peeping from between her cleavage, “What’s up?”

“Want to take a shower?”

I was intrigued, “Why?”

“Why not?”

“We’re gonna sweat soon anyway. What’s the point?”

“The point is that we can,” Sin reasoned, “Right?”

I didn’t see her point, “Elaborate.”

“It’s not about the practicality but the fun,” she said, “We’ve paid the night for a premium, right? Why not use it to the fullest? Not trash it, but use everything they give us. Turn on all the lights and taps, boil all the coffee satchels, take three showers in a row, use all the towels-”

“Seems wasteful,” I argued, “Like using all the ketchup in a restaurant.”

“But this time, they replace the ketchup with each guest, no matter if they use it or not.”

“A hell of a cleanup job for the guys after, though.”

“Why else are they there for?”

I thought about it for a while, “Nah, fuck that.”

“Why?”

“I bought a hotel room. I’m here to sleep and relax, not carry out an agenda.”

Sin then sighed, “I’ll let you do me raw if you take a shower.”

“Deal,” I leaned forwards, laying the woman on the foot of the bed as I moved off the mattress.

As I turned away, I found myself face to face with my reflection. The hotel room’s decor had an addendum where a giant, horizontal mirror should be put above the head of the bed as opposed to a regular painting or something else that seemed more suitable than a plain mirror.

I leaned in close for a look, scrutinizing my appearance. It wasn’t every day that I got to see myself. I was confident of my face. It wasn’t a pussy magnet, but it wasn’t a subject of disgust either. If I may be so inclined, I’d say I leaned more towards the attractive angle, where I wasn’t handsome nor was I cutesy-tutesy but have just enough defining features for the opposite sex to consider some tangible reasons for having me as their mating partner.

An angular chin; check. A decent, long nose, check. A clean face; debatable, but in a majority of situations, check. A bulking body with clear muscles, check and check. And, as a bonus, long hair with a ponytail on the back for those looking for some exoticism beyond the typical short cut.

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In short, I didn’t look half bad, though I reckoned my charisma would still be required to carry the brunt of the work.

“Hell are you doing?”

I turned to my back, and there on the bed, Sin laid, gazing towards my reflection on the mirror. Her dark skin glistened beneath the hotel lights, highlighting the various curves and contours of her body. Her nipples, pink and compact, rose and fell with her breasts as she breathed. I could see her vagina peeking out from between her thick, shapely thighs as they flowed down to her calves and finally, her feet, where her outstretched toes clung onto the bedsheets.

I figured the sight was a testament to my charisma doing something right.

“Remember when we first met?”

The woman tilted her head, “When was that?”

“First day of senior year.”

She glanced towards the ceiling, rewinding the tape in her head.

She looked back at me, “That was three years ago.”

“Remember what you said to me?”

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“It was three years ago,” she reiterated.

“You don’t?”

“It was three years ago,” she repeated herself once more.

“You told me it was hard imagining me getting laid,” I smirked.

She squinted at me with much dubiety as if I was speaking nonsense.

Then she came to the realization. It dropped on her with the force of an anvil, forcing her eyes wide and her mouth open.

She quickly gathered herself, turning to the other side of the bed away from where I could see her face.

“It was three years ago,” she mumbled.

I snorted, “I’m gonna go wash up.”

I walked towards the bathroom. A small space with a basic sink, a toilet, and a shower in that order from the door to the other side of the wall. A sliding door sat between the shower and everything else, separating the two with translucent screens. It was basic but no less clean and stylized. It was ceramic galore, with smooth marble floors and a vague scent of lavender in the air, probably from a freshener the cleaners have hidden somewhere in a secret compartment in the bathroom or something.

I made a beeline towards the shower as I was already naked. The most I did was untie my ponytail and let my hair fall, throwing my hairband into the sink. I turned on the shower tap and tested the water. It was shy of being a few degrees too cold to be comfortable, but I carried on with it anyway. As the legend pertains, I wasn’t ready to challenge the hotel shower’s temperature settings. Who knows if I end up with a burn or frostbite if I turn the knob a microscopic notch too far?

I washed myself off, ridding myself of the thin layers of oil and sweat on my body. There was some wisdom in Sin’s orders, though not by her intentions. It freshened my spirit some, bringing my energy back to its A Game. Just a minute of simply rinsing myself managed to prep me with enough motivation for a marathon’s worth of work, which was apt.

I was planning to go to town on Sin the moment I stepped out of the bathroom.

Right before I was about to lather myself with soap, however, I felt a slight chill breathing down my back. I figured it was the air conditioning from the hotel room creeping into the shower, blowing from the open shower doors. I turned around to close it but found something else instead. Or, rather, someone else.

Sin was there, standing naked just outside the shower. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised to find her there, nor was she shocked to be caught. I stared at her for a while as she stared back, though we weren’t meeting each other’s eyes. The woman was having a field day ogling at everything below my neck, rolling her eyes from top to bottom like an intimate painter’s brush. I took the opportunity to engage with my deal of artistry too.

I pointed towards her, then towards the sliding door, “Mind closing that?”

Her stare remained static, along with her silence, but her body obliged. She did close the sliding door and cut off the cold air, but with that, she also stepped into the shower, closing us two in a cramped shower with only an arm’s length’s worth of space between us.

I waited for her to say something, but that moment never came. There she leaned against the wall, burning the image of my body into her retinas. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this exposed to someone before, though it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, per se. An odd sensation but also one I welcomed. Why deprive yourself of new experiences? Unless it’s threatening or violating, let it be, I say.

Though I wasn’t letting Sin do her thing for free.

I closed the shower tap and reached for the soap. Standing face to face with the woman, I did my business.

I rubbed foam out of the soap and spread it across my body, covering and obscuring the deepest corners of my limbs. I contorted my figure, stretching my limbs and flexing my muscles as I reached across every nook and cranny I could get my fingers in. Anywhere skin grew, the soap graced. I made sure no square inch was left untouched, especially those with notorious reputations of having higher concentrations of filth, like my armpits and my asscrack and the weapon of considerable destruction hanging between my legs.

Sin squirmed as she watched me clean myself, her shoulders shifting from its joints as she rubbed her crotch between her thighs. I caught her gulping several times. Her eyes struggled to stay focused on one part. They’d dart from place to place, indecisive on which angle they should stay comfortable with. My body odour, dank under the small space and the dense water vapour, filled the surrounding air, forcing her to breathe from her mouth.

Without looking, I reached to my back and turned the shower tap back on again. The water poured over me, rinsing the froth off my body. They’d crash against my crown, racing down my hair as they flowed down the ends and onto my skin. I sped up the process, clearing the aforementioned corners and nooks and cranny where the water couldn’t reach. They splashed everywhere, to the walls and door and the ceiling. Even without Sin, the shower wasn't a particularly huge room. I could raise my hand and touch the ceiling without locking my elbow.

When I was done, Sin was just as wet as me, though some of her moisture was organically sourced.

We stared at one another’s bodies, scrutinizing each other’s features with microscopic precision.

“Your turn,” I whispered to her.

Sin glanced up to my face, gazed back down at her dripping body and looked back up to me again.

“Don’t need to.”

Silence took hold of the soundscape for a short moment.

Sin reached towards the sliding door, “I’ll go get ready-”

I lunged towards her and grabbed her wrist, pinning her arm against the wall. With my other arm, I reached down towards her leg and raised it up, locking her knees between my elbow.

Sin gave no reaction, much less put up any semblance of a fight nor a sign of hesitation. She was like a puppet with strings unattached, free for any form of manipulation.

So I took the reins.

I nudged my cock against her cunt, resting the tip just beneath her soft, narrow entrance. I let it sit there for a while until Sin caught on.

Like the good girl she was at the moment, she reached down to her crotch with a free arm and laid her dainty fingers beneath my shaft. Ever so gently, she pulled my dick closer, pushing it into her folds. I could feel the burning heat of her warm body radiating across my dick. My grip on her wrists and thighs tightened ever so gently from the anticipation. I leaned my head in, watching my cock slowly disappear into her lower half as I felt the raw, moist grip clutch against my head.

Then Sin released a slight moan, soft and high-pitched. It wormed into my ears and my mind and yanked my mind into a frenzy.

I jabbed myself into her in one push. Sin lunged upwards from my force and let out a scream that was the final straw needed to detach my mind from its reasoning capabilities. My body fell into a trance, drowning in a vortex of pleasure.

Driven by pure primal instincts, I threw Sin’s body onto mine and began grinding her insides to a pulp. I was stabbing my pelvis onto the ceiling without the concern of the woman sitting above it. Her ass was thrown and slammed back down onto my crotch at a jackhammer’s rate. To put it in a concise way, her cunt was taking a boxing ring’s worth of beating. I watched her brown, petite breasts dance with each thrust, her nipples bouncing through the humid air as she was bucked up and down like a wild, untamed horse. It got so bad that she resorted to throwing her arms around my neck for safety.

Even then, it wasn’t enough to maintain stability. In one particularly nasty thrust, I knocked her off her one free leg and in that sudden, her vagina began slipping off my cock. In that split second, my reflexes kicked in. In one fell swoop, I threw my arms down and threw her thighs up to my abdomen. Sin was sent springing in the force of a whiplash. Her entire body was now in complete mercy of my strength and the will of my iron pleasure rod.

Like an animal clawing its way out of a well, my cock hammered through her flesh canals with the sole purpose of reaching that fabled, raw climax it's been moulded to attain. Sin seemed to be in the same wavelength as her cunt clamped down my dick with the tightness of a vacuum. Every time I slipped out of her vagina she would pick up the pace and suck me right back in. Her pussy would twitch in a way that felt incredible. My cock was spellbound. I couldn’t stop thrusting; each time I did Sin's freckled face would produce another set of expressions that only fueled my intentions to keep going. I wasn’t sure if I was the one pounding her meat cakes or if she’s the one wringing out my dick spit.

I was on the verge of imploding upon myself. My mind was wrestling between two states; to prolong the pleasure or to let it be and blow up in a torrent of dopamine. People always say it’s about the journey, not the ending, but they always forget that it’s the latter that gives value to the former. Sin’s cunt felt so good that ejaculating right then would be a waste. Yet again, that’s what I’m here for.

It all didn’t matter, however, as I was soon given a biological ultimatum. The mind controls the body, but there are times where centuries’ worth of human instincts just trumps over one’s self-control, like recoiling after touching a hot stove, or looking away when accidentally glancing towards the sun.

At that moment, I felt sparks buzz out from my groin, and I met God.

No, really, I met God.

He froze time in that very instant I was about to cum. Sin was in front of me, stuck in a clutched pose as she held an expression that was every bit as lewd as her body. Mine too, was suspended in place. I couldn't see my crotch as it was so buried in Sin's that it seemed as if she's the one swallowing me whole. My arms, still holding her up high, could feel none of her skin nor her weight. It seemed that even motion itself had been stopped. I could see Sin's hair standing off her scalp at an angle that was an affront to the laws of physics and gravity itself. The dewdrops slipping off the walls also solidified in place.

I couldn't move a single muscle, nor could I feel a single thing. The air lost all its property. The droplets of water on my body became mere decorative items to me. The only thing I could move was my head. It couldn't smell or taste or feel a damn thing, but I was grateful enough to see. I didn't know if I could hear, mostly because there wasn't anything to listen to.

That myth was confirmed, however, when I heard the sliding doors open. I glanced to the side, and there He stood on the other side of the door.

God.

He was an ethereal being, neither fat nor slim, tall nor short. He was everyone and everything at the same time. Every second I spent staring at God He seemed to take a different form. They were never constant, but yet they felt as if they never changed.

One thing that was for sure, however, for that powerful light His mere existence emitted, gracing my eyes with its blinding presence. My eyelids weren't enough to cut it out. My hands were autonomously deficient. All I could rely on was my neck to turn myself away until my retinas could get accustomed to the light.

Another thing that was also for sure was that this entity was unequivocally God. It's a sensation of familiarity a child would receive from a parent, only multiplied by levels that were undefined by any known number in Maths. Many people have gone off in their lives without meeting their maker, but take the words of one with experience in the subject; when He arrives, you will know. If not, just ask yourself; who else can stop time and teleport to you mid-intercourse with a woman in a bathroom while shining out the equivalent of a billboard spotlight?

God talked to me. His voice was indescribable. It's something incomprehensible yet every word He utters will never fail to escape your mind's grasp. It's like listening to a foreign language you never knew you understood.

"Guy," He said, "I've come here to speak with you."

As I tried to pry my eyes away from His light, I responded to Him.

"Really? Again? Now?"