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Well, thank goodness for that…today is a mere 75 degrees. Really, if I want to swelter in sub-tropical 96-degree heat, I’ll go jump on a plane and fly a little closer to the equator.
I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll mention it again, there seems to be a direct correlation between the mercury rising and people getting the horn. However, should that mercury rise too high, everyone’s buggered if they're going to make themselves any warmer by having it off; it's a fine line.
This heat isn’t much good for me, anything above 22 Celsius (that’s 72 Fahrenheit in old money) and my desire drifts off to sitting in a tepid bathtub, to happily gnaw away on a chilled watermelon, it's the most sensible place to eat them really.
Whilst taking a siesta (the smart way to cope with the heatwave), I took a call from a young woman making an enquiry for her boss and asking if I might be available? I wasn’t sure about it…so replied I'd be busy with another appointment at that time, which was true.
Later, driving home from said appointment, I got a call from the man whose secretary had called earlier; he was staying at the Hilton (some generic toiletries) in Croydon. He sounded quite pleasant and was keen that I pay a visit, asking, 'And what kind of wine you would like?'
A slight detour and I was there in thirty minutes, we'd arranged to meet at the bar, as the lift, so often the case now, needed a key-swipe to get onto the floor I wanted. S greeted me at the bar and offered me a drink, I suggested we go straight up to his room, where I was happy to just drink water.
Arriving at the room, he confessed to being ‘A little high' on coke and MDMA (ecstasy); I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised (thus the reason I suggested we go straight up), he was buzzing like a bee and sweating an awful lot. I recognise the effects of these drugs (I don’t indulge) and felt I was able to chart my way around it. 
‘Would you like to do a line, Frances,’ 'Ehhh...I’m fine thanks S, I’m quite happy with my water.’
The room, though not trashed, was an abandoned untidy mess of clothes and towels tossed everywhere, pumping dance music, two iPad’s playing porn, half-finished bottles of water and lots little plastic packets of drugs spread across the desk. S was high, not just letting his hair down but his inhibitions too; mission, to have a blast of a good time.
The room was booked for two nights; tomorrow he’d crash and burn, behave himself, detox and spend the day coming back down to earth.
Half a dozen dildos of various shapes and sizes were strewn around the room, one, in particular, caught my eye, the one firmly stuck to the wall, held in place by its suction end; I took a breath, summed up the picture before me and set my mind to the task ahead. 
He apologised that he wasn't able to 'Get it up,' due to the drugs. 'It doesn't matter' I replied, 'we can still have fun.' Eager to try the real thing for his first time, getting fucked, he asked if I'd use the large flesh coloured dido on him to start off, I obliged, with him on his knees and from behind. After a few minutes of play, S went and took a shower, the MDMA had given him a rush and the sweats, I sat on the bed flicking through the radio channels whilst he cooled off in the bathroom.   
'Right, I think I'm ready to be fucked now Frances,' 'OK, I suggest we try from behind, then we can move to the front if you'd like?' I reached for a condom on the bedside table, along with the bottle of lube. There wasn't much resistance as I slipped my cock inside him, as he'd been playing with his multitude of dildos all afternoon. ‘That feels good keep going,’ and so I did for another 5 minutes before he felt the need for another cooling off in the shower.
I’d been there a good hour now, he'd have had me stay longer had I suggested, but now it was becoming hard work, have you ever tried to keep up with someone on coke? Anyway, he’d begun showing me the delights of ‘Grinder’ on his phone, a real-time online meeting place, where you can instantly find like-minded horny folk looking for sex within your area.
It turned out, there were already two other people looking for fun in the very same hotel. ‘Do you think we should get a guy in to join us,’ he asked. ‘Well, why don’t you invite someone up and I’ll take off, then you can both enjoy yourselves together.’ S was happy with the suggestion and his new distraction. And with that, I thanked him for the evening and away’ed into the balmy tropical night, leaving him to a night of hedonism.
What I'm reading in bed...
Kitchen Confidential: Anthony Bourdain.
                                            Frances' Website

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