🌶️ Sue’s After-Dark Diaries

Episode 2

  The Suitcase Surprise

Carrying on from my previous adventure of Sue’s After-Dark Diaries, theres nothing like The Suitcase Surprise, let me explain and this is how the tail begins.

There’s something thrilling about packing for a solo weekend. No one to tell you what shoes to bring, no compromise on snacks, and no shared TV remote battles, we all know the ones. It was just me, a mountain of moisturiser, and a silky slip I’d been saving since last Christmas.

And Dan. Obviously.

Now, for those of you who are new to my life, Dan isn’t my boyfriend. Dan’s my battery-operated body whisperer. Sleek. Powerful. Whisper-quiet. Reliable. He’s the only man I trust to join me under hotel-grade Egyptian cotton, well on this trip anyway.

The spa resort was just an hour out of town, nestled among palm trees, you know the kind of place where someone offers you cucumber water every time you blink. I arrived with oversized sunglasses, a tote full of magazines and snacks, and enough body oil to lubricate an entire football team.

Me, Myself and Dan

My room? Heavenly. King-size bed big enough for Dan aerobics. A suitcase stand for the inevitable suitcase surprise. A balcony with a view of the moonlit pool. And one of those fluffy white robes that makes you feel like a luxury marshmallow.

I lit a lavender-scented candle I’d smuggled in (yes, I’m that woman) and took a long bath, soaking until I resembled a satisfied prune. I exfoliated every inch of myself like I was preparing for some kind of sensual Olympics. Afterwards, I slipped into my robe and gave Dan a meaningful look.

He didn’t say much—he never does—but I knew he was ready. Fully charged. Eager. Loyal.

I climbed into bed, propped up the pillows, and let the night do its thing. It started slow. A few curious strokes. The soft whirring of Dan beneath my fingers. My breath hitched, not from nerves, but from the delicious thrill of being alone, completely and utterly in control.

I imagined a knock at the door. A rugged hotel porter bringing champagne. His eyes linger. I invite him in. He closes the door, locks it…

Just as the fantasy deepened (and so did Dan’s rhythm), there really was a knock at the door.

Panic at the Paradise Hotel

I froze. Dan didn’t. He was still buzzing like an overexcited bee fighting with all his might to be set free from under the duvet.

I launched into a clumsy dance of chaos—fumbling to turn him off, oh shit wrong button as Dan goes from a constant buzz to a buzz buzz pause buzz buzz pause, diving under the duvet, launching Dan into the pillow pile like a hand grenade. I yanked on my robe like a woman escaping a burning building and rushed over to the door.

The knock came again.

“Turndown service,” said a man’s voice. Deep. Professional. Definitely not the half-dressed fantasy porter I had in mind.

Tacking a deep breath “No thank you!” I squeaked. My voice cracked like a naughty teenager.

A pause, Then footsteps retreating down the hall and then silence.

I pressed my back against the door, my heart hammering like a bass drum in Ibiza. I exhaled, wondering if he had heard Dan merrily buzzing away, oh, how I laughed at the thought, then peeled off my robe and went back to unfinished business.

Dan was right where I left him. Slightly smug, slightly warm, and buzzing with anticipation.

Round Two: Spa Dreams and Silken Sighs

This time, I took it slower. I imagined myself back in the spa steam room with thick mist and that  slippery heat. A stranger across the room, they are watching. His towel slipping enough. My fingers tracing invisible shapes on misty glass.

Dan mimicked the thought with perfection. Slow pulses. Rhythmic teasing, he’s so good at that. Then a crescendo that made my toes curl and thighs shiver. My body responded like it had been waiting all week for this very moment.

The orgasm came in waves—not the wild, chaotic kind—but something deeper. Like a slow-building tide that finally broke free. I moaned into the pillow, relishing every quiver, every flicker of sensation that ran through my flushed skin.

Wow, you did it again Dan, you hit the magic spot. I laid there afterwards, robe open, chest rising  and falling with nipples erect, the soft ceiling fan swirling my damp hair into cool spirals.

“Honestly, Dan,” I whispered, brushing his smooth edge with my finger, “you really should get five stars on TripAdvisor.” you really know how to make a lady smile amongst Egyptian cotton.

A Midnight Snack and a Little Reflection

Still buzzing (figuratively this time) from The Suitcase Surprise, I fumbled around my tote for favourite snacks and then padded to the minibar. A mini Toblerone and a sip of sparkling water felt like dessert after… dessert. I pulled the robe tighter around me, stepped onto the balcony, and looked out at the quiet pool. It shimmered in the moonlight like liquid glass. It looked very inviting.

The night was silent, save for the hum of insects and a distant splash from the hot tub. Somewhere out there, people were clinking glasses, giggling under towels, maybe even sneaking off for their own late-night adventures with their own Dan. And here I was, alone and utterly, blissfully satisfied and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

There’s power in that. In not waiting for someone else to make you feel sexy. In owning your pleasure. In packing your own damn suitcase—complete with lavender candles, silky robes, and Dan. Being unencumbered to pack Dan pride of place with his charger instead of quickly slipping him in amongst your knickers before someone else notices.

Sue’s Reflection

So here’s my tip, ladies: Don’t save the sexy lingerie for someone else. Wear it for you. Don’t wait for a partner to book the hotel. Book it for yourself. And whatever you do, make sure to bring your version of Dan for The Suitcase Surprise, you deserve it.

If you don’t have a Dan, a trusted companion then here’s a link to Lovehoney for all your adult delights and plenty of Dan’s to choose from.

Pleasure is personal. It’s powerful. And it belongs to each and everyone of you.

Keep an eye out for the next episode of Sue’s After-Dark Diaries, it’s sure to have sauce, cheek and a bit of Sue’s humour.

Until next time, keep your vibes high and your batteries charged. oh, and Boys, keep smiling, you know what you need to do.

Love,

Sue -❤️-

Suggested Reading:

Sue’s After Dark Diaries, Episode 1 – Dan and I, A Late Night Tale

Bananas After Dark

The Surprise

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