Page 21 of SEAL Mates

I nodded, as I bit my lip. Put my card slot in, then slammed the door behind me. It was rude I could have said something, but lust was in my mind as I decided to get to work. Which one would I focus on, the sexy cop, who could be a stripper, the fireman, the emerald eye giant, Stan. Shit, there were too many to choose and not enough hours in the day to masturbate about every single one of them.

I was only here for two days. I would need a damn month.

Why do SEALs have to be so sexy?

I thought it was a myth, I’d read a couple of sexy SEAL books and they were all described as hot and sexy. I decided authors would do anything to sell books, but that was not the case at all. These men were all hot and mind-blowingly sexy and this was why once I stripped down to my underwear, I headed straight to the bed, to get to work.

I got up once on it, noticing that I hadn’t drawn the curtains or even taken in my surroundings. It was all relative because I had masturbation on my mind and it was the only thing that would keep me in check and make sure I did what I needed to be done.

I got up drew the curtains, nearly tripped over the sofa which was in the corner of the room. Blindly headed towards the bed. Luckily the room wasn't big, but there was a side table and I managed to bash my foot on that too. I tried to figure out where the lamp was, and switch that on, but then it went crashing to the ground, and if I remembered correctly it was partly porcelain so it was clear that there were broken pieces scattered on the ground.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I clearly stepped in one. Then I fell to the ground, not only hurting my feet but the rest of my body.

“Paula, you okay?”

No. Why is the one time I want to bring my vagina back to life being interrupted. It was Greg at the door. All I could do was whip as I rocked to the side, thinking maybe I would avoid the broken porcelain pieces at the side. No, they were everywhere. Why the hell would a hotel have any breakables in a room.

Between trying to figure out how to get up, and not cut myself anymore. I could hear the key being turned. They were coming into the room. I could hear panic in Greg’s voice as he was telling the owner or whoever was opening the door right now that he could hear me screaming and crying.

Was I really that loud?

Anyway, I gave up trying to get up, and holding on to the little dignity that I had left, by getting some to cover up my naked body.

But, it was too late.

The door swung open, the light was on, my back was facing the door. They couldn’t see that I had one tit out of my bra and the other safely tucked away. I held on to my body as my eyes darted across the room to see tiny porcelain pieces in every part of the small twin room.

“Shit you broke the lamp,” the owner said. I recognized her voice, because she checked us in.

“Paula don’t move, there’s porcelain everywhere. I can’t understand why you would, have breakables in a room. There could be children in here. We’ll get it all cleaned up. Don’t move an inch.”

He said exactly what I was thinking, but then it didn’t make me feel better. I didn’t even like looking at myself naked in the mirror. Let alone having him or anyone else seeing me naked. I noticed in the midst of it, even my panties were torn. I started to sob as I sat there, holding on to my legs, waiting for them to clean the mess that I had created. All I wanted to do was feel alive like I’d done back in the day. Instead I created a mess and humiliated myself as always.

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