Leather. Iron. Lust

This.  This image reminds me of a story....

She arrived at the airport late in the evening.  Another 45 minutes or an hour in a cab before she'd be at the hotel.  Her trip was mostly business, but included some pleasure stops.  She traveled often to promote her business and to network.  She entered the cab, gave the address, and almost instantly drifted to sleep.

He'd chosen the hotel because he'd stayed there on a previous visit.  Almost eight years before.  He'd admired the firm mattress and the iron, cage-like headboard.  The classic layout, the windows that actually opened, the cool of the morning as sunlight peered in.

The abrupt stop in front of the large, beautiful stone structure woke her.  The cab driver removed her bags from the trunk, and the bell hop carried them inside.  She checked her phone and gave him the room number. 

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