Hotel Sheets

Abby rolled over. What was it about hotel sheets that just begged you to fuck on them? She stretched and, naked, crawled out of the bed. Roger was in the bathroom, which was ironic considering the open bag of Attends on the floor as well as the used diaper still on the bed. The one on the bed was filled with her urine and his cum.

She picked up the soiled diaper and tossed it in the hotel room wastebasket, on top of the two diapers they had used last night in their dirty, kinky fantasies.

She opened the curtains and stared out at the dreary, rainy morning. Yuck. A good day to spend flat on her back with her legs in the air, to be sure. She looked at the open bag of Attends on the floor. What was it about diapers that made her boyfriend Roger so horny? She had never seen him harder (or hotter) than when she was lovingly padded. She had even grown to like them, knowing they drove him crazy. And when the sex was this good, who cares how she got there.

Roger emerged naked from the bathroom and bent over to slide a fresh, perfectly folded Attends out of the bag. "Ready to go again, my baby girl?"

"Hang on." said Abby, grabbing her phone. "I need to text my husband some bullshit about how I wish he was here. Do you think it's sunny in Denver where my 'conference' is?"