“Alright, we have you set up here for five nights in a standard suite. I am not seeing any additional services requested at this time, however, let me give you this booklet of everything we offer on site in case you choose to take advantage….”

The man checking me into my room continued on, telling me about the discounts and bundles. I nodded along knowing that I had not saved up for such luxuries and just wanted to get up to my room.

“Do you have any questions, Miss?” He handed my key card over the counter with an exhausted and friendly expression displayed upon his face.

“Not at this time, I think I’m okay. Thank you. Have a great night,” I returned his exhaustion with my own tired smile. I picked up my bags and headed toward the elevator.

It had been six hours of travel. The start of my solitude. My reward of exploration for the year of crap I had endured. It was as though my entire being was slowly sliding off a ledge I had been trying to keep myself stabilized on. Now I didn’t need to. Now I had air. But first I was tired.

I walked down a dimly lighted hallway until I arrived at my room on the fifth floor. The doorknob shown green when I hovered my key card above it allowing me to enter. I scoured my hand over the wall to the left to find the light switch. Once the room was illuminated, I was welcomed into a corridor, which held the expansive bathroom and generous closets. Through the corridor was a small, but perfect size living room and mini kitchen on the left. On the right was the bed, looking so neat and untouched in every spec and corner that I was determined to ruin.

I took off my shoes and laid down my bags beside the coffee table. There lied the hotel information and room service ticket card for breakfast in the morning. I wasn’t hungry now. I simply wanted a shower and sleep. But I perused the breakfast card and room service anyways. I checked off too many boxes in a means to spoil myself and placed it on the outside of my door before locking up.

I started to undress right there at the door, leaving a trail of clothing and having especially no regard for my black/grey, meant-to-be-comfortable bra. I retrieved my shower necessities from my bag and turned by garden shower-tub up to scalding hot. My excitement of feeling hot water envelop my body, completely alone, was nearly more than I had for my entire trip.

My muscles eased. I hugged my naked body, twisting and turning under the falling water.

I awoke the next morning snuggled up in the heavy white sheets of the bed and my sweats. I had no interest of moving and had no need to. I turned to face the window and wrapped myself tighter in the sheets.

The 6am sun was dimly shining through my sheer curtains. If I had gotten up to peek through I knew I would see peaks of Copper Mountain glazed with greenery and paths shaved for skiing. There was hardly a single sound. That was why I was here.

I wanted to let out a moan as I turned to my back acknowledging the expansive empty space in my bed. I couldn’t make a sound even if I tried. My mind started to wander. Thinking about all of the rough tumbling that could take place in this bed at this time. Thinking about pushing the sheets to the end of the bed. Thinking about biting his bicep ever so lightly as I tried to get a rise out of him.

It wouldn’t be hard and not long after that would he be taking control. I shut my eyes and arched my back in a stretch and need to be devoured. My lips parted and my heart started to wake up.

I inched my right hand into my sweatpants. I was dripping for pleasure.  I could make my wake-up call interesting.

I circled my opening with my index finger and brushed my fingers down the length of my vagina. I arched my back again and widened my legs.

I thought about his hand in my hair, pulling. His hand on my neck pressing me up against the wall as he used his fingers on me. But this time in my fantasy, I wanted to be in the woods. It could be raining. It could be the middle of the afternoon. I wanted him to be pressing me up against a tree.

The slickness of my pussy made it tremendously easy to have my index finger enter. I rested my palm on my clit giving way for the motion of my hand to drive my clit insane. I let my middle finger enter with my index finger. I could feel myself tighten around my fingers.

In and out…my fingers repeated. My left hand clutched onto the sheets.

I thought about him kissing me hard and soft at the same time. Biting my lower lip. Keeping me still. Kissing my neck. Tasting my body. His fingers doing as I did. In and out…sensually slow and rough enough to make my body scream.

I moved my fingers in deeper, arching to the feel of my own doing. I let my left hand come down from the grip beside my head to flick at my clit. Subtle, soft moans escaped my lips.

I imagined him steading me in my place with one hand and separating my legs with the other. I would obey. He would drop to his knees and lick at the wetness between my legs. He would rapidly flick his tongue against my clit and my knees would shudder at how close I was.

I could feel how needy my clit was now. How ready I was. I maneuvered my fingers faster. I needed to grip the sheets to fully allow myself to let go. I moved my palm back to its rough positioning on my clit, but working harder and faster this time. My neck pressed into the back of the pillow.

I could feel the pressure in my lower body. The wave that wanted to release. That by one…more…motion…would…be…out…out…of

….Control.

My body jerked and pulsated against my hand. The release, the wave, was short. And all of a sudden I was ready to come again.

I thought of his need to make me silently squirm against that tree. And then my own fingers were in deeper. My head shook from side to side against the pillow until I was pressed into the bed deep enough that I could bite the pillow.

My body jerked against my hand again and my fingers slowed down. My legs and whole warm body relaxed. My hands flailed out to my sides. I laid there until I felt I would fall asleep again.

There was a knock on the door. I cursed myself for doing everything so early. I stumbled with my shaky legs out of bed and washed my hands.

When I opened the door, my array of breakfast food items sat on a cart. This was my perfect solitude.