The hotel room
Summary: A flash fiction piece (fewer than 500 words) in which two strangers spend three days in a hotel room engaging in obsessive, depraved sex.

Keywords: MF, anal, oral, pissing, obsession

Language: English

Author: geobek
They hadn't left their room for three days. Had drunk the bar fridge dry, ordered a few room-service meals and spent most of the time in bed having all kinds of sex in all kinds of positions. When they weren't in bed they were on the floor, the desk, the arm chair, against the wall, in the bathroom. The black-out curtains had remained drawn and they didn't know if it were night or day. The night light had been left on so they could see each other and make their way to the toilet, though twice she had simply pissed in the bed, all over his feet the first time, and then on his cock. The room stank – of stale piss, sweat and sex. They stank but could only smell each other's sex. 
They had lost count of their orgasms, didn't know what day it was and didn't care about anything that was not their bodies. They grunted and moaned, cried out in pain; panted; shouted and whispered obscenities and barely spoke to each other. They scratched and stroked, they poked their fingers into nostrils, ears, arses, mouths, armpits. He licked her eyeballs. She had got most of one hand into his arse and he reciprocated with a fist in her cunt. They spent most of their time conjoined, his cock in her arse or her pussy; sucking each others tongues, or tonguing eyeballs, nostrils, ears, navels, arses. 
Sometime during the second day the physical boundaries between their individual bodies had melted away – they could not distinguish one from the other. What she felt, he felt. They lost their own identities and became one amorphous being. Every sensation existed not in either body but in some undefined space between the two bodies, like some electromagnetic field that enveloped them, cocooned them, joined them. They continued to grunt and moan, but otherwise had no need to communicate because they seemed to be thinking the same thoughts, sensing the same feelings. 
On the morning of the third day they crossed some kind of boundary – they could not think any more, could not articulate words. Their shared consciousness was filled to overflowing with physical sensations, crowding out all rationality, all willpower. They fucked each other with frightening ferocity over and over again. Their physical stamina seemed to have no limits. They slept in short bursts and what dreams they had were filled with obscene, depraved sexual imagery. They lost the ability to differentiate between their dreams and their reality. In the small hours of the third night their bodies collapsed in exhaustion. They felt into deep, dreamless sleep. When they eventually awoke, they were spent, wrung out, empty. Wordlessly they showered, packed and checked out of the hotel to go their separate ways. They would never see each other again.

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