A newly divorced woman arrives at a luxury hotel for a conference and discovers a mysterious photo on her phone—one that suggests she’s been there before. Memory, desire, and an unexpected encounter begin to blur the line between past and present.

Amy felt her jaw drop as she looked at the photo on her phone. It was a total and utter mystery, but for some inexplicable reason it made her feel excited, confident, sexy and weirdly vulnerable, like a case of sensual Deja vu.

She was standing in the lobby of a renovated old luxury hotel in a city where she had never been before. In front of her was a massive celestial clock that reached up to the second floor. It was encased in a rose gold and wood column, and as the spotlights shone on it, enveloped it in what seemed like a pink haze

This clock was distinctive – that was for sure. So why was there a picture of it on her phone taken just over a year ago. She had never been in this city before, certainly not in this hotel. But the clock was the same. She used her fingers to expand the image to see more of the lobby surrounding it. Yes. Exactly the same hotel. So why did this give her a wonderfully warm feeling that stretched from just beneath her belly button down to her thighs, affecting all points in between.?

Amy stood simply staring and enjoyed the feeling

A voice took her out of her hypnotic reverie “Amy, Amy darling, you’re here. It’s a shame we only see each other once a year.” The voice was from Marnie, one of the organizers of the business conference she was here for. She was also Amy’s counterpart in one of the local offices. As usual, she didn’t bother to wait for Amy to respond.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your divorce Amy, but still, I’m sure at your age you don’t really have much interest in men anymore. But here’s a hint. If you do, I’d suggest going for a less frumpy look. I’d wear that skirt a few inches shorter to show off some upper thigh. Oh, I forget how much younger I am. Of course you may not want to do that with YOUR legs.”

Marnie deserved a smack, but Amy’s mind was still on the clock.

“Besides Amy, you don’t want men gawking at you like they do with me. In fact there’s a hot number just across the lobby that’s staring right at me now. Well I’ll have to disappoint him. I’m off to do the gift inventory. I’m sure he’ll be following me around all afternoon.”

Marnie walked away – her high heels clicking on the tile. Amy could have easily put her in her place but didn’t bother. The insults didn’t sting much. After all Amy wasn’t that old, and in terms of her interest in men, she wasn’t entirely vanilla either. There was that one man she’d met online just before her divorce. It was her way of experimenting with being submissive and kinky without the worry of attachment which would have been difficult. Of course being in dfferent cities made things so much easier.

©2026 R.Jay Moran at Sexy Stories for Women.com

Oh the things he had told her to do… and she did them. Photos and videos, both explicit and sexy, but always interesting. Then there was the time he told her to purchase a butt plug that had the word master written on it and wear it to this very conference last year. That way, she could think of him inside her the whole time. The memory was making her wet.

She wondered: Did he still have those videos? Did he still think of her at all? She felt bad about cutting things off so quickly once the divorce proceedings started. She didn’t say goodbye. She had just deleted her account and hoped he understood.

Still there was the matter of the clock to figure out, but before that, Amy looked over to where the supposed hot number had been standing and ogling Marnie. The man was still there. He was standing next to a decorative marble pillar that cast shade along his face. Like the clock he seemed weirdly and vaguely familiar. But he was not watching Marnie as she retreated down the hallway. He was staring at her. There was something about his stillness that was both exciting and unsettling. Like a panther who has spotted his prey and doesn’t wish to give the game away just yet. A long pause to assess the situation and then, a quick strike.

With that analogy firmly in her mind, Amy saw the man bolt from his position. He was definitely coming towards her although there were several people, couches and side tables in the way. Her heart had already been pounding and with his sudden movement, she took off instantly to escape.

The hotel was new to her and she had no idea where she was going, although every once in a while there was a flash of something familiar. A snapshot of a corner, or a window that made her certain she had been here before, despite that impossibility.

She looked behind her. She had kept her distance but the man was still moving towards her. In her fear and flight she could only catch a brief glimpse of the face – handsome but determined. Determined in a way that both frightened and excited her. She turned the corner towards one of the conference areas, but it was empty – a quiet hallway with doors leading to various meeting rooms. She tried one instinctively, but it was locked.

Where could she go? He would be there in seconds. At the end of the hallway was an escalator. She used it to go up to the next floor. This time, more silence. And more empty rooms. Unexpectedly, along one interior wall , there were cute bay windows that were covered in a slightly reflective film that made it difficult to look inside. But there was a sign. It simply said HOLIDAY BAR. Scanning the dates below it, she realized it was only open on legal holidays. Today it was closed and locked.

Desperate, she still ran to the door. It had an old style tumbler lock on the knob, just like the one in the bathroom at her parents place. Her older sister had shown her how to open it by jamming a small piece of metal inside and then jiggling it so that the tumblers aligned. Her tiny metal nail file was at hand and perfect for the job. The door opened and she quickly plunged inside, taking a second to make sure it closed silently behind her. She re-locked it from the inside.

The place was dark and extremely small with the only light coming from the hallway outside. Even that was dim, with the tinted film on the windows. The bar itself, from what she could see was tiny adorable and luxurious with a long sumptuous couch along one wall and comfy chairs on the other side of the small tables. She decided to lay along the couch just underneath the window, a position she knew where she could not be seen even if the place had been lit.

She lay there silently trying to control her breathing and assessing the situation. Nothing had actually happened yet. There was no explicit threat. Simply a man who was moving towards her. Was she exaggerating things? No. it was the WAY he moved, like he KNEW her, like he OWNED HER. Maybe that’s why she was so excited.

Everything seemed surreal and odd. There was also the clock, remember the clock. Somehow the mystery of that rose gold clock was the key to unlocking what was happening heare. Why did she have that picture on her phone? She thought hard.

After her online fling with Vin, that was his name, Amy became fastidious about clearing out photos on her phone, especially the kinky ones. She remembered being both horrified and incredibly turned on when she realized they were still in her deleted files folder.

She remembered watching all of them one last time, as she lay alone in her King bed at the house, masturbating furiously at the kink she had been coerced into doing and sharing. The video of her fucking a suction cup dildo in the shower, taking off her top in the back yard while the pool men were working in the next house. Then discretely recording herself giving her husband head one last time and asking he cum in her face.

She drew the line at including her husband, and had decided instead to send VIn a video she took immediately afterwards, in her bathroom, her face covered and dripping from a sizeable load.

She still could see herself in the video mouthing quietly in the mirror “I did this for you.Enjoy”

And enjoy he did! The audio message he sent afterwards telling her how incredibly hot she was made her melt. As did all of his responses to her videos. He was clearly so turned on by both her mind and her body. Occasionally he’d send videos of himself reacting to her. He would also send photos from his daily jaunts around town. There was a hotel he’d go to every afternoon to have a quick drink and make notes for his next novel. It was so like this one, she realized. It even had… OMG the clock. This was HIS city and HIS hotel.

Her heart beat even faster now and she was incredibly turned on. Still crammed up against the window she realized how damp her underwear was. Hiking up her skirt she pulled her panties down with a few quick tugs and slid them in a side pocket of her purse. Opening her legs she got some needed air towards her pussy when she heard the metallic click of the doorknob. It was still locked, but the man outside had obviously looked everywhere for her and realized there was only one place she could be.

Another click – a bit louder now. Followed by a quiet conspiratorial knock. She didn’t answer. She strained to hear her name. There was a voice. But was it really there? Was it really asking what it sounded like? “Amy? Amy?”

No it must be her imagination. More silence, then another metallic sound and a rumbling as the doorknob was shaken just as she had done. The door quickly swung open, bringing a shaft of light towards her. The light was behind him, leaving his features totally in shadow.

As she followed the bright shaft of light up towards herself she realized she had pulled up her skirt too far. There she was, her wet and willing pussy open in an obvious invitation for whomever walked in. By the tilt of his head she could tell he looked from her face to her pussy. As he turned to silently close the door, she caught sight of his smile.

Before she could move he was on her in the darkness. His hands sliding underneath her ass as he pushed her pelvis up towards his face. His lips were now on hers, sucking in her wetness and furiously licking her clit.

She wasn’t sure, but at this point she didn’t care, wrapping her legs around his head and moaning yes…. Yes… I need this… I need you. 

She had never felt a mouth this furious and hungry before and her first orgasm took her by surprise. She squeezed his head with her legs while grabbing his hair with her fingers.  Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing the pleasure of the orgasm out. 

Her grip loosened and he was up again, her jacket and blouse were now open. Her bra askew. He positioned her so her head was tilted up on the plush armrest of the couch, while she lay on her back. Her eyes had adjusted slightly in the dark as she looked at him kneeling over her. In this position he seemed to tower above her. His face was still obscured in the dim light but his voice was unmistakable. 

“You decided to be a Good Girl after-all didn’t you? Attone for your naughtiness in leaving your master. Only I wasn’t upset. I knew you would come for me. The pull of attraction was too great to keep us apart. I longed to taste you, to penetrate you, to complete that incredibly naughty  part of you that only I could understand.”

Amy heard a zip and saw the shadow of something she had only seen on  her phone. At this angle it seemed massive and perfectly shaped, like a piece of art, both beautiful and threatening. 

You’ll do exactly as I say Good Girl. Keep your mouth closed for now. I want to explore your pretty face and mark you with my scent. Ohhh let me rub my cock over those gorgeous lips of yours. Mmmm I’ve wanted to feel their softness for a long, long time. Mmmm. Do you like the feeling of my member pressed against your face? all hard and horny for you. Mmm you get to feel it for the first time – your master’s cock. Mmm I like this position. You lying on your back. Head tilted up to take me and totally in my control. I know you want to taste me Good Girl, so stick out your tongue. Mmm let me glide my head across it and around it. Yes, swirl it, swirl it around my head. Ohhh, in a few moments I’m going to grab your hair and plunge deep into your mouth. When I tell you, I want you to wrap your lips hard around my cock and give me that suction. I want to be hard as a rock, when I ravage your pussy next. Are you ready gorgeous?  Oh yeah here it is, take it in your throat yes. Feel my presence inside you. My hands on your head keeping you in place while I ravage your mouth. Ok now gorgeous I want you to suck, suck hard as I slide back and forth. Mmmmm yeah, just draw that taste out of me. Ohhhh, you serve me so well. Look up at me. Yes, I can see your pretty face better now. You are so beautiful as I thrust into your throat. Do you like pleasing your Master? Yes, try to answer. Mmm I love the feeling of you trying to speak around my cock.  

What’s this? What’s this on the floor? Looks like it came out of your purse. It looks familiar. It’s a butt plug with the word Master on it. You brought it with you. Of course you did. I knew it would all come together.

Another co-incidence, wondered Amy. How did that get in there? She hadn’t even seen the plug since last year… of course, she hadn’t used that purse since then. It must have been still there at the bottom of the.

Open up, said Vin, His cock now out of her mouth. We need to lube this up for you. Suddenly the plug was in her mouth. Thankfully it had been washed before she put it back. Amy curled her tongue to get more saliva on it. She knew where it was going. 

Moments later she was sliding it in. Vin watched as well as he could in the dim light. “I was so excited when I saw you across the room. I knew the time had finally come, when your master would be served in person. So many nights I’ve watched your kinky videos, knowing they were all things you’d never done before and never WOULD have done without me. My voice, my imagination and my command. Even though it’s been a year there has been no separating us.

Amy moaned hearing her questions answered while she reenacted their scenario from a year ago, inserting the plug into her ass. Of course he’d kept the videos, of course he watched. The wild and unconventional bond they shared would not be broken, but demanded physical consummation. She reached out to touch his hard thick member and teased his soft, yielding balls knowing exactly what was next. 

Her aroused feeling of luxurious confinement on the plush couch was further heightened as Vin pressed down on her shoulders and moved in to devour her mouth with his. Their tastes mingled and their lips danced as he moved his right hand down to manhandle her breasts just the way she liked it. 

“I remember,” he said. “I remember everything you said you enjoyed, that you  fantasized about.  I remember when you first used your butt plug and you said it would be pure joy to have my cock inside you at the same time. It’s time to introduce you to the skill of your master’s member.” 

Amy was so completely wet. Vin spent a moment, sliding his bulbous head around her tips and teasing her clit before he slid into her. She gasped with delight.

“Here I am Good Girl. Your Master is inside of you now. Ready to DEEP. (gasp). Yes, deep. Feel me as I rotate around you, introducing your womanhood to the man you’ve secretly been obsessed about all these months. You may have tried to forget me but she never did. She kept souvenirs. A butt plug, maybe a photo or two. You couldn’t get rid of me entirely. She wanted to feel me throbbing inside her just like I am now. Thrusting harder, fucking you the way you dreamed about. I want her, I need her and now she’s mine. Feel my thick presence inside you. Oh I love the sounds you make when I fuck you like an animal like this. I can feel you groping me, pressing against me. You’re going to cum aren’t you. I’m going to give it to you’ve never had it before Yes, YES, YES.   That’s it cum around my cock.”

Amy squeezed everything in one huge orgasm opening her eyes and gasping mouth to the sight and sound of stars seeming to fly everywhere. His hands were on her inner thighs as she pushed hard against his member and then released. But his orgasm was now to come. 

“I’m going to cum on your face Good Girl. I’ve wanted that ever since you sent me that video. I wanted to make your pretty face mine and cover it in my soul, coaxed so deep within my body.”

“Look up at me .Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh……..”

Amy was covered. She felt like her sexual conquest by Vin had been complete. She was now enveloped by the essence she had drawn out of him. Warm, thick and just for her. She went to reach for her purse to get a tissue and then remembered she was out. Vin saw her body language.

“No! Don’t wipe it off just yet. I want to see you in light first. To see myself covering your pretty face.”

 He reached out his hand in a gallant gesture, leading her up and to the door. Her jacket is still open and breasts exposed. There had been no sound outside the bar since they had been there and the assumption was that the floor was still empty. Vin brought her to the threshold of the door and kissed her passionately. Amy felt the light descend on her face.  He pulled back to get a good look at her. Instinctively Amy’s eyes darted around in the brightness and her heart raced once again. Just across the hallway, looking straight at her, was her work colleague Marnie.