Location, Location, Location

Yes, I use location to set the mood. And I use a very wide selection of locations.
 
I like hotels because I don't have to worry about cleaning the place up afterwards.
 
The rooms with two beds are awesome, you can make a total mess on one, then go sleep in the other.

They usually have great recliners and foot stools that are fun to use for various positions.

One of the best things though are those insanely thick black drapes than can keep a room pitch black even at noon.
 
My first wife would never ever get frisky in a hotel/motel, She said it was trashy to do anything there, and I quote, "someone might hear us."

Killjoy.
 
My first wife would never ever get frisky in a hotel/motel, She said it was trashy to do anything there, and I quote, "someone might hear us."

Killjoy.

Well, damn. Isn't that the point of a hotel? And trashy can be soooo much fun!
 
We stayed in a motel in Santa Cruz CA. Sex was good. Screaming was heard. Young dudes in adjacent room would not look at us when we encountered on the terrace.

We stayed in a motel with hot-springs rooms in Tecopa CA east of Death Valley. Each hot pool was private. Screams resounded off the concrete walls. We like echoes.

We holed up in a tent on the coast north of Santa Cruz, ate mescaline mushrooms, lolled and rolled and fucked and yelled, oh yeah. Screams were lost in the waves and wind.

We screwed on the floor of an abandoned warehouse office near Buffalo, NY during a massive thunderstorm. Hair radiated from our bodies. Screams were frozen by lightning.

Location is important. Timing is important. Weather is important. Fucking is fun.
 
The most memorable element of a cruise down the Rhine with my sister (a minister) and her husband (a doctor) was that we were in cabins bracketing that of an aging heiress whose claim to fame was that she had once been kidnapped and ransomed for a small fortune. She had her boy toy with her and they entertained our party of four from both sides of her cabin nightly with her screams of ecstasy and the bumping of the headboard in her cabin against the wall behind the minister and doctor's headboard. I later included that in a pen name mystery.
 
The most memorable element of a cruise down the Rhine with my sister (a minister) and her husband (a doctor) was that we were in cabins bracketing that of an aging heiress whose claim to fame was that she had once been kidnapped and ransomed for a small fortune. She had her boy toy with her and they entertained our party of four from both sides of her cabin nightly with her screams of ecstasy and the bumping of the headboard in her cabin against the wall behind the minister and doctor's headboard. I later included that in a pen name mystery.

Was it called, 'Reaming Roxanne on the Rhine?' :)
 
Was it called, 'Reaming Roxanne on the Rhine?' :)

No, because that was just a background element in the book. (If I gave the title of the book invariably someone would look it up to connect the pen name.)
 
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