The add on “romance package” seemed like an OK deal: a bottle of Prosecco, some chocolates and rose petals on the bed. I considered asking them to hold off on the rose petals, but just ticked the box marked “yes please” for the package. It worked for me because I was only going to arrive in the room a few minutes before my companion.
The Prosecco was really very good and perfectly chilled.The chocolates were OK (too sweet) and the rose petals and artful towel swans? Hmmm. You judge.
And as for Lilly, with whom I shared this romantic extravaganza, she was just gorgeous and sexy and tender and everything I could have hoped for. She was so gorgeous that I invited her back for breakfast so we could talk about all the hot and extraordinary things we had done together.
Something about the way she squirmed in her chair when I marvelled at how hard I’d spanked her the night before suggested that it would be OK for this to lead to more than breakfast.
And so it did, as we returned upstairs and brushed the fading rose petals from the bed.
Lilly wrote a wonderful post about our morning together. You can read it here.
More Sunday sin here: