Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Hotel Room Sex
There is something a little dirty about Hotel Sex.
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I just spent a moment picturing the inside of a hotel bed. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Anyway. Hotels are the ideal place to get a little freaky. Since it is in a new location, there's an attitude of "what happens in the room, stays in the room" mentality. Except if you're Paris Hilton.
My first experience with hotel sex was not as a participant; at least, not a willful one. When I was 18 or 19, a friend had invited me spend a weekend away with her and her boyfriend (clue #1, I know, but I was a very naive 18 year old). She worked for a large hotel chain, so she got the room for practically nothing.
Her boyfriend was a dirtbag. He wore trucker hats, and this was way before they were event remotely kitsch. He was pudgy and dim and had a fine coat of grease all over his skin. Obviously she found some redeeming qualities in him. He must have had a giant cock, I don't know. All I know is, I wanted as little to do with him as possible.
So, that evening, after lots of alcohol, we headed for bed. We were in a room with two double beds in them, so I obviously laid on the side farthest away from the two of them. As I was dozing off, I starting hearing smoochy-smoochy noise. I was a bit uncomfortable, but mostly angry. It finally dawned on me that I was invited to that her mother would let her go away for the weekend. Looking back, I doubt her mother even knew she was dating him.
As I continued to lay there, the smoochy noises turned into heavy breathing, and rhythmic movement under the covers. I was mortified, petrified, and slightly eroticized. I couldn't believe my best friend (at the time) would subject me to this. On the other hand, listening to people fucking was a new experience to me. Being a virgin at the time, it was exciting to see what was in store. I mumbled a bit in my sleep, and moved around so they knew I was still awake.
"Let's move to the bathroom," I heard her whisper. Thank God.
I heard them turn the shower on, and then a whole lot of banging and grunting. I was disgusted, but still strangely aroused.
Our friendship dissolved soon after that. It was a long time coming, and the hotel episode was probably the straw that broke the camel's back. Were something like were to happen again (and it had, in fact) I would (did) react a bit more reasonably. Sometimes, when you need to have sex, you need to have sex now; with or without other people in the room.
Next post: Hotel Room Sex: Part 2 - How to do it right.
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I just spent a moment picturing the inside of a hotel bed. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Anyway. Hotels are the ideal place to get a little freaky. Since it is in a new location, there's an attitude of "what happens in the room, stays in the room" mentality. Except if you're Paris Hilton.
My first experience with hotel sex was not as a participant; at least, not a willful one. When I was 18 or 19, a friend had invited me spend a weekend away with her and her boyfriend (clue #1, I know, but I was a very naive 18 year old). She worked for a large hotel chain, so she got the room for practically nothing.
Her boyfriend was a dirtbag. He wore trucker hats, and this was way before they were event remotely kitsch. He was pudgy and dim and had a fine coat of grease all over his skin. Obviously she found some redeeming qualities in him. He must have had a giant cock, I don't know. All I know is, I wanted as little to do with him as possible.
So, that evening, after lots of alcohol, we headed for bed. We were in a room with two double beds in them, so I obviously laid on the side farthest away from the two of them. As I was dozing off, I starting hearing smoochy-smoochy noise. I was a bit uncomfortable, but mostly angry. It finally dawned on me that I was invited to that her mother would let her go away for the weekend. Looking back, I doubt her mother even knew she was dating him.
As I continued to lay there, the smoochy noises turned into heavy breathing, and rhythmic movement under the covers. I was mortified, petrified, and slightly eroticized. I couldn't believe my best friend (at the time) would subject me to this. On the other hand, listening to people fucking was a new experience to me. Being a virgin at the time, it was exciting to see what was in store. I mumbled a bit in my sleep, and moved around so they knew I was still awake.
"Let's move to the bathroom," I heard her whisper. Thank God.
I heard them turn the shower on, and then a whole lot of banging and grunting. I was disgusted, but still strangely aroused.
Our friendship dissolved soon after that. It was a long time coming, and the hotel episode was probably the straw that broke the camel's back. Were something like were to happen again (and it had, in fact) I would (did) react a bit more reasonably. Sometimes, when you need to have sex, you need to have sex now; with or without other people in the room.
Next post: Hotel Room Sex: Part 2 - How to do it right.
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