AlexDJ98

- United Kingdom

Message Buyer

My attempt at erotica 🤣🥵

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It had been a long day. The afternoon light was fading. I sat at my laptop, drained.
“I hope this is enough,” I said to myself.
“No, I should keep working on it,” I muttered, clutching my stomach with one arm while hovering my other hand over the keys.

I slammed the lid shut, the sound echoing through the empty room.

I stared into the mirror—my hair a tangled mess, eyes shimmering with tears that refused to fall.
“I just wish I was enough,” I whispered.

The phone buzzed on my desk, vibrating through me.
“He’s finally texted me,” I thought, my heart quickening with anticipation.

I reached for the phone, my fingers trembling.

The screen lit up with a notification:
[Username] just posted for the first time in a while.

I sighed, recognizing the name.
“Oh, it’s her again,” I murmured.

Guys always seemed to swoon over her. She had a new partner and appeared carefree, relaxed, and happy in every post.

“Why can’t I have this?” I wondered, a pang of envy tightening my chest.

I tossed the phone back onto the desk, the notification fading, much like my fleeting moment of hope.

Why do I have to be home alone? I felt like a recluse, with no excitement beyond the monotonous routine.

I’m just an average girl, I thought, as the weight of my solitude pressed down.

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I needed to get out, somewhere fresh—even if just for the night. A bit of self-care.

I searched for hotels and found a quaint, old-fashioned place.

I thought I deserved this. Even if it was expensive, it was only for the night. I can treat myself, can’t I?

I booked the room, feeling a flicker of excitement.

The hotel seemed like the perfect escape—a place where I could unwind and escape my thoughts.

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When I arrived, the atmosphere immediately set me at ease.

The grand building was welcoming, ivy climbing the stone walls and a bubbling fountain at the entrance providing a gentle sound.

The receptionist greeted me with a warm smile, and I felt at ease as she handed over the key.

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The moment I stepped into the room, comfort enveloped me.

The space was quaint, with dark wooden beams and vintage furniture telling stories of its past.

Warm lighting from a bedside lamp cast a gentle glow, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

A plush armchair by the window invited quiet reflection, while an antique desk held old, well-worn books and a silver inkwell that seemed ancient.

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The bed was my favorite part—the quilt, thick and embroidered with delicate patterns, made the space feel intimate.

Its softness cradled me, the cool linen against my skin contrasting with the room’s warmth.

Every breath I took filled the room with calm, the air fresh and cool.

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I settled into the bed, sinking into comfort, and remembered a guilty pleasure—a site I hadn’t visited in a while.

It was a place where I could explore desires, helping others express fantasies.

Life had been chaotic, but this space brought comfort, sometimes even joy.

I opened the site, nostalgia washing over me.

A new notification greeted me:
“Hey. There’s something about you I can’t ignore.”

It was simple yet enigmatic.

I hesitated before responding, tracing my fingers over the edge of the phone.
“Can I ask what it is?” I typed.

A pause. His reply came cryptic.
“You know more than you show.”

My breath caught. It wasn’t flirty—at least not entirely—but something deeper, intriguing.
“Maybe,” I replied, trying to mask the flutter in my chest.
“But what does that mean?”

Another pause, then:
“Let’s just say I see what you’ve been holding back.”

The room felt heavier with each message, my heart quickening.

It wasn’t just a playful exchange—it tugged at something deeper.
“Why do you care?” I typed, feeling self-conscious.
“Because sometimes, seeing isn’t enough,” he said.
“Sometimes you need to feel.”

The air grew thick, and I wondered where this was leading. Excitement and apprehension swirled between us, blurring reality and desire.
“Feel what?” I asked, trembling with vulnerability.
“Maybe,” he replied, his message light yet teasing,
“you’ll find out soon enough.”

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The tension was almost unbearable.

He knew what I wanted—what I craved—but the stranger’s confidence unnerved me.

How could I trust him?
How could I let go?

Yet, something pulled me toward him—a mix of fear and undeniable allure.
There was mystery, something new—a novelty whispering possibilities.

“I don’t even know you,” I typed.
“You don’t need to,” he said.
“You just need to let go.”

My heart raced, the weight of his words pressing down.

Trust wasn’t something I gave easily, but temptation was overwhelming.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” I typed.
“What if it’s too much?”
“Then we take it slow,” he said.
“But you know deep down you want to explore. You crave something more.”

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My breath hitched.

He understood me in ways I couldn’t fully grasp.

The walls I built, doubts and fears, felt lighter.

Still, could I truly trust someone I didn’t know?

Could I surrender to the unknown?

“Maybe,” I whispered to myself,
“just for tonight.”

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The weight of my decision pressed down, yet beneath fear was exhilaration.

A new chapter began, where the unfamiliar felt like home.

The cozy hotel room wrapped around me, old-fashioned charm providing comfort.

It was remote—far from familiar faces and expectations.

No one knew me here. No one would ever know.

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My fingers trembled as I stared at the message.

Doubts lingered, but so did the tension.

What if he’s dangerous?
What if he isn’t what his profile shows?
What if I’m making a mistake?

Yet, I couldn’t stop myself.

I began typing slowly at first, deliberate letters, filled with hesitation.

What if he’s nothing like I imagine?

The warmth in my cheeks grew, a flush creeping over my skin.

I pressed harder, faster, until I reached the last word.

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Room 305
The Old Mansion Hotel
(empty postcode space)

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The room felt heavy yet soothing.

The lights would be off, I told him.
I don’t want you to see me.

But when you’re here, just give 3 knocks.

I left the door on the latch.

It was done.

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My heart pounded louder than the quiet hum of the room.

I set the phone down slowly, the screen glowing faintly.

The air felt thick, every breath heavier.

My mind raced with doubts and fears, but something deep inside felt liberated.

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I reached into my panty drawer, fingers trailing over soft fabrics until I found them—my favorite pair.

Silky and delicate, they hugged my hips perfectly, making me feel like the s**iest woman alive.

Even if I didn’t admit it out loud, there was a flicker of undeniable desire.

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I slowly slipped off my clothing, piece by piece, feeling alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

I turned off the lamp, the darkness swallowing the room.

I lay back, heart pounding, breath shallow as I waited with eager anticipation.

The quiet was intense, every noise amplified.

The weight of the moment pressed against me—exciting, terrifying, thrilling.

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Just for tonight.