Here I am, a single girl in the outskirts of Madrid. He’s known me for a while- he’s happily married but has the hundred year itch- and is clearly looking a young bits that are likely to be responsive. xxx Why am I interesting enough to write an erotic diary? He arrived desparately late, and hour or so- I’m thirty and reasonably glamourous, dyed blonde hair, quite smallish, so he is interesting enough to have me come to his hotel when he’s in town, but I am have got enough allure about me to not be an hour alone in a bar of a posh hotel without anyone coming to talk to me. His bedroom was one of the “budget” ones, which meant a semi-single bed for both of us.
