Naughty Stopover: Reunited with Corinne in a Paris Airport Hotel
I hauled my battered suitcase through the glass doors of the Paris airport hotel. Jet lag clawed at my eyes. Beep. Magnetic key card unlocked room 412. Third floor. View over the runways—planes roared into the night sky. Anonymity hit hard. No one knew me here. Flight out at dawn. Perfect for a naughty stopover. […]
Naughty Stopover: Old Classmate Hookup Turns Wild in Anonymous Hotel Annex
Wheels of my suitcase clattered up the dim stairs to the annex hotel by the church. Village nowhere, perfect layover pitstop en route to Tours. Train tomorrow. Total anonymity. No one knows me here. Buzzer buzzed. Key clanged down from third floor. Grabbed it, hauled ass up. Door ajar. ‘Enter, shut it, sit in the […]