Laura sees the hotel, and her heart starts to race.
Her husband away, on business again.
Children at school, other mums meet for coffee.
But Laura sees the hotel, and her heart starts to race.

She must follow through now, she feels strangely obliged.
She replied to his text, a simple 'yes, I will be there.'
She can picture the sheets, freshly laundered and pressed.
Her face pushed into the pillow, inhaling the scent.
The boutique hotel he has chosen, to take her for pleasure.

Laura sees the hotel, and her heart starts to race.
He gives no commitment, he knows she is married.
She knows it's not love, but that's not what she needs.
To be wanted for sex, is all that she craves.
His cock in her mouth, as she kneels on the floor.
Then onto the bed, to be fucked on all fours.

Laura sees the hotel, and her heart starts to race.
She walks to the door. No turning back, it's too late.