Room Service, Please.

I don’t have a kink for hotel rooms but I do have a lot of very happy experiences in them. To be clear, when I say happy, I mean outrageously hot and sexy.

My home situation means that I can’t invite people to my house for fun, so I often meet them in hotels.

There often feels like there is an extra layer of liberation in using a hotel to have a hot time in. It is a bubble away from normal life. A place where the chores list has been replaced with the hot and filthy to-do list. And, I can definitely confirm that there has been some scorchingly hot, sexy and filthy happenings in hotels.

If I could magic a change, it would be that hotel rooms came with sound proofing guarantees. For reasons that mainly come down to being totally overwhelmed with lustful abandon, being politely quiet often gets forgotten. Still, I have only had one call from reception to “check if everything is ok” so far.

I know that the people working in the hotel know what goes on and I am totally fine with that. I’m not going to fake being a prude for anyone. I did experience a mix of feelings when I realised that a hotel that I had used a fair number of times had clearly made a note by my name. I found out when they automatically started giving me a pile of extra towels when I checked in. I’m starting to wonder if there is a note by my name in the hotel that I currently use. I think it isn’t purely chance that means that they give me rooms at the far end of the corridor – but maybe it is.

Hotels make me sexy! This isn’t quite true but there is something about meeting in a hotel that appeals to my slightly more outrageous exhibitionist side. I have given some lucky people jaw dropping welcomes to the room. What could be hotter than entering the room number that you have been texted to find me on all fours on the bed in sexy lingerie. It definitely ignites the heat of that meeting.

I was going to share some of my best hotel experiences here but there are too many delights to whittle down for this post. Maybe I will write about those soon. For now you can just let your imagination wander through some of the hottest and some of the most ridiculous whilst still hot things that have happened in a hotel room with me – has anyone else ever had a rangefinder aimed at their cunt?