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Table of Contents:
Introduction: Made for Sex (see below)
Welcome for the Aphrodisiac Hotel by Amanda Earl
Tightly Tucked by Alison Tyler
From Russia with Lust by Stan Kent
Mirror, Mirror by by Andrea Dale
The Royalton–A Daray Tale by Tess Danesi
So Simple a Place by Isabelle Gray
Heart-Shaped Holes by Madlyn March
The St. George Hotel, 1890 by Lillian Ann Slugocki
The Lunch Break by Saskia Walker
Memphis by Gwen Masters
The Other Woman by Kristina Wright
Talking Dirty by Shanna Germain
A Room at the Grand by Thomas S. Roche
Tropical Grotto, Winter Storm by Teresa Noelle Roberts
G is perfect for Gypsy by Maxim Jakubowski
Reunion by Lisabet Sarai
Hump Day by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Guilty Pleasure by Elizabeth Coldwell
An Honest Woman by Tenille Brown
Room Service by by Donna George Storey
Introduction: Made for Sex
Hotel rooms are, inside a word, hot. The minute I enter one, I need to strip off all my clothes and dive naked relating to the sheets, whether I have a lover there to share inside indulgence with me or not. Much much more than my very own bed, hotel beds make me horny. They are, or at least, manage to me, being generated for sex.
Hotels give us the opportunity to unwind, relax, and, as we choose, become someone else. Behind closed doors, we're free to frolic, fuck, and flaunt ourselves. It is irrelevant whether the hotel is in the faraway land or perhaps in your individual hometown; the point is, it's really a clean slate. It isn't your property filled wonderful the reminders of what you could or needs to be doing. Other folks have fucked and will fuck inside the bed you're going to sleep in; that will be referred to as a turn-on in and of itself. It's your borrowed space, with an hour, a day, a night, or longer, along with that time, it is possible to claim it, control it, use it for your own personal naughty purposes. Other guests are prowling the hotel, checking in, checking out, banging and achieving banged contrary to the wall. There's a feeling that anything can happen--and quite often, it does.
To me, the anonymity of hotel rooms, their personality wiped clean with each new guest, is a part of their appeal. They beckon us with their welcoming ways. They offer some slack from your everyday, a possiblity to let loose and be someone else. In Usually Do Not Disturb, I wanted to capture the methods hotels match our erotic imagination, whether they're a necessity or possibly a luxury. Hotels let's explore parts individuals passion that will get left behind inside rush of daily life.
The authors whose work you might be planning to read understand perfectly the allure of the fresh hotel room—or a hotel lobby. Indeed, the entire atmosphere expensive hotels offers can easily scream of sex. This is true of five-star and by-the-hour joints. They each have something to add, and here you can find romps between lovers and strangers, reunions and quickies, as these characters indulge within their new settings.
Many with the characters here use hotels for secrecy, relying on the unspoken code of employees to not ever share what goes on. Others use them for flirting, for catching their prey. Many need hotels in order to take part in an affair or a roleplay. Whether exploring Japan's love hotels in Isabelle Gray's "So Simple a Place" or getting "A Room in the Grand" to get a very special callgirl, the men and women you'll read about get off on the surroundings. The hotel itself becomes a person of their affair, an indication from the lengths they'll go to be together.
And this book wouldn't be complete without some extramarital affairs that is only able to happen in hotel rooms, just like the lovers in Lisabet Sarai's "Reunion" or Gwen Masters's "Memphis." For these characters, the hotel room takes on added meaning for it is definitely an ever-changing venue where their relationships grow, where they can savor each other's bodies without their spouses knowing, or so that they hope.
Hotel rooms are also ideal for quickies, those fast fucks that you simply just have an hour or so roughly for, made all the greater arousing for brevity. In Saskia Walker's "The Lunch Break," a sultry waitress pounces on a diner, as well as in my "Hump Day," a couple shed their business personae once a week being the type of people they might never be (or fuck) at home.
Even within the more innocent stories here, the vacation sex, the getaways among couples, there's something just a bit clandestine about these hotel room hookups. That air of perversion is finished . that makes getting serviced inside a hotel (or motel) infinitely sweeter than doing it anywhere else. It's an exclusive way of becoming an exhibitionist, of leaving the staff and fellow guests guessing (or parading around inside your hotel robes). Sometimes it is a neighbor who'll lure you in the safety of your relationship, for example the lesbian who teaches Madlyn March's protagonist a thing or two in "Heart-Shaped Holes," or the means by which Elizabeth Coldwell's fellow jurors wind up relieving some tension in between trial time.
There's an accommodation in New York, the Library Hotel, that has long intrigued me. They offer an Erotica Suite, stuffed with strawberries, whipped cream, red roses, erotic dice, Mionetto Presecca, edible honey dust, plus a Kama Sutra pocket guide. They're upfront of their intention that you simply truly savor their package, at exactly the same time as your lover's. I've never stayed there, or done more than pass by. In some ways, I prefer to hold its beauty safely tucked away within my imagination, the form of room I'd use using a rich lover from away from town who'd seduce me together with his or her accent, whisper in my opinion in a very foreign tongue prior to taking that foreign tongue and licking me all over. That's something else about hotel rooms: they are perfect to fantasize about. In them, as well as in your dreams about them, it can be done to have any sort of sex with anyone (or everyone) you want.
I can tell you that the sex I've been in hotel rooms continues to be some of the hottest of my life. I buy off on knowing that neighbors may hear me, along with fact, that can bring out the exhibitionist in me. The sexiest porn director I know involved to his hotel room in Manhattan one night even though his porn star girlfriend was elsewhere, we indulged in a with the most dirty, powerful, delicious fucks That i've ever had, so when he came throughout my chest, I reveled in it. I didn't wash it off, either, but proudly let it dry on my skin and couldn't stop the smile that found its method to my lips because i took the subway home.
Once, in a few random seedy L.A. hotel, another lover i hadn't brought any condoms, and instead had to create do having a paddle plus a butt plugæpoor us. In a seedy Midtown motel, I spent a couple of hours romping with a very sexy son who showed me all types of ways I could twist my body to extend my pleasure, then felt a shocked, naughty thrill because he entered the toilet while I peed and watched me before dipping his fingers to the stream. Something I likely wouldn't have allowed in your own personal home became acceptable in a very place I'd likely never find myself again. And when I'm inside a hotel room by myself, tucked away under the sheets, I am naughty and decadent, regardless of whether the sole party guests I'm hosting are my fingers and my pussy.
While I doubt hotels are going being stocking this book in their dresser drawers alongside The Bible, I am hoping it finds its way into hotel romps. I picture lovers reading aloud to one another because they get ready to mark their hotel room, or inside afterglow, perhaps leaving it behind to the next lucky guest. I really hope hotel staff spirit it away and make out your print during their downtime. I hope the subsequent time one enters expensive hotels lobby, even if you have no intention to get busy with anyone you will most likely find there, that you will at least see the many erotic possibilities that greet you.
My most recent hotel rendezvous was on the ultra-fancy art-filled Chambers Hotel in Minneapolis. I used to be staying by myself for just two nights, although I didn't share my bed, the area itself beckoned to me. I found myself getting horny as I dove involving the covers, wishing I had a lover to share my good luck with. Now We have this book, which I am hoping you'll take along with you on your own travels, perhaps read it while lounging inside a hotel lobby, or whisper as a result into your lover's ear before you select to make so much noise inside your college accommodation bed that someone calls security. However and wherever you look at this book, I am hoping it turns you on as much as it lets you do me.
Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City
Rachel Kramer Bussel’s other kinky books include He’s on Top, She’s on Top, Caught Looking, Hide and Seek, Crossdressing, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, and the non-fiction collection Best Sex Writing 2008. She hosts the in The Flesh Erotic Reading Series, is Senior Editor at Penthouse Variations and formerly wrote the Lusty Lady sex column for The Village Voice. Visit her at rachelkramerbussel.com
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Table of Contents:
Introduction: Made for Sex (see below)
Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel by Amanda Earl
Tightly Tucked by Alison Tyler
From Russia with Lust by Stan Kent
Mirror, Mirror by by Andrea Dale
The Royalton–A Daray Tale by Tess Danesi
So Simple a Place by Isabelle Gray
Heart-Shaped Holes by Madlyn March
The St. George Hotel, 1890 by Lillian Ann Slugocki
The Lunch Break by Saskia Walker
Memphis by Gwen Masters
The Other Woman by Kristina Wright
Talking Dirty by Shanna Germain
A Room at the Grand by Thomas S. Roche
Tropical Grotto, Winter Storm by Teresa Noelle Roberts
G is made for Gypsy by Maxim Jakubowski
Reunion by Lisabet Sarai
Hump Day by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Guilty Pleasure by Elizabeth Coldwell
An Honest Woman by Tenille Brown
Room Service by by Donna George Storey
Introduction: Made for Sex
Hotel rooms are, in a word, hot. The minute I enter one, I would like to strip off my clothes and dive naked between the sheets, whether We have a lover there to share with you within the indulgence with me or not. Much more so than my own, personal bed, hotel beds make me horny. They are, or at least, apparently me, to become created for sex.
Hotels provide us with the possiblity to unwind, relax, and, if we choose, become someone else. Behind closed doors, we are free to frolic, fuck, and flaunt ourselves. It makes no difference if the hotel is in the faraway land or even in your individual hometown; the actual is, it's really a clean slate. It isn't your home filled with all of the reminders of whatever you could or should be doing. Other people have fucked and definately will fuck within the bed you're about to sleep in; that may be a turn-on in and of itself. It's your borrowed space, to have an hour, a day, a night, or longer, along with that time, you are able to claim it, control it, put it to use for your own naughty purposes. Other guests are prowling the hotel, checking in, checking out, banging and getting banged against the wall. There's a sense that anything can happen--and quite often, it does.
To me, the anonymity of hotel rooms, their personality wiped clean with each new guest, is part of their appeal. They beckon us using their welcoming ways. They offer a getaway from the everyday, a possiblity to exposed and become someone else. In do Not Disturb, I desired to capture the ways hotels squeeze into our erotic imagination, whether they're absolutely essential or even a luxury. Hotels let's explore parts individuals passion which get forgotten in the rush of daily life.
The authors whose work you might be planning to read understand perfectly the allure of a fresh hotel room—or an accommodation lobby. Indeed, the entire atmosphere expensive hotels offers can simply scream of sex. This applies to five-star and by-the-hour joints. They each have something to add, and here you can find romps between lovers and strangers, reunions and quickies, as these characters indulge of their new settings.
Many in the characters here use hotels for secrecy, relying about the unspoken code of employees never to share what goes on. Others rely on them for flirting, for catching their prey. Many need hotels to be able to participate in an affair or even a roleplay. Whether exploring Japan's love hotels in Isabelle Gray's "So Simple a Place" or getting "A Room in the Grand" for any very special callgirl, the men and women you'll learn about get off on his or her surroundings. The hotel itself becomes a player in their affair, a sign with the lengths they'll go to get together.
And this book wouldn't be complete without some extramarital affairs that are only able to occur in hotel rooms, much like the lovers in Lisabet Sarai's "Reunion" or Gwen Masters's "Memphis." For these characters, the accommodation assumes added meaning for this is an ever-changing venue where their relationships grow, where they could savor each other's bodies without their spouses knowing, or so that they hope.
Hotel rooms will also be perfect for quickies, those fast fucks that you just only need an hour or so approximately for, made all the more arousing for their brevity. In Saskia Walker's "The Lunch Break," a sultry waitress pounces on a diner, along with my "Hump Day," a few shed their business personae once a week being the form of people they can not be (or fuck) at home.
Even within the more innocent stories here, the vacation sex, the getaways among couples, there's something just somewhat clandestine about these accommodation hookups. That air of perversion is what makes getting serviced in a hotel (or motel) infinitely sweeter than doing the work anywhere else. It's a private way of becoming an exhibitionist, of leaving the staff and fellow guests guessing (or parading around in your hotel robes). Sometimes it's really a neighbor who'll lure you through the safety of your relationship, for example the lesbian who teaches Madlyn March's protagonist a thing or two in "Heart-Shaped Holes," or the means by which Elizabeth Coldwell's fellow jurors end up relieving some tension in between trial time.
There's an accommodation in New York, the Library Hotel, which includes long intrigued me. They offer an Erotica Suite, full of strawberries, whipped cream, red roses, erotic dice, Mionetto Presecca, edible honey dust, along with a Kama Sutra pocket guide. They're upfront inside their intention that you simply truly savor their package, at the identical time as your lover's. I've never stayed there, or done a lot more than pass by. In some ways, I prefer to help keep its beauty safely tucked away inside my imagination, the sort of room I'd use with a rich lover from from town who'd seduce me regarding his or her accent, whisper if you ask me in a foreign tongue prior to taking that foreign tongue and licking me all over. That's another thing about hotel rooms: they're perfect to fantasize about. In them, and in your dreams about them, you are able to have any kind of sex with anyone (or everyone) you want.
I can show you that this sex I've been on hotel rooms may be some of the hottest of my life. I purchase off on knowing that neighbors may hear me, along with fact, which brings your exhibitionist in me. The sexiest porn director I realize involved to his hotel room in Manhattan one evening and while his porn star girlfriend was elsewhere, we indulged a single from the most dirty, powerful, delicious fucks That i've ever had, and when he came across my chest, I reveled in it. I didn't wash it off, either, but proudly let it dry on my skin and couldn't stop the smile that found its method to my lips as I took the subway home.
Once, in certain random seedy L.A. hotel, another lover and i also hadn't brought any condoms, and instead had to create do with a paddle along with a butt plugæpoor us. In a seedy Midtown motel, I spent several hours romping with a very sexy young man who showed me all kinds of ways I really could twist my body to extend my pleasure, then felt a shocked, naughty thrill as he entered the restroom while I peed and watched me before dipping his fingers in to the stream. Something I likely wouldn't have allowed in your house became acceptable inside a place I'd likely never find myself again. And when I'm in a very accommodation by myself, tucked away beneath the sheets, I'm naughty and decadent, regardless of whether the only party guests I'm hosting are my fingers and my pussy.
While I doubt hotels are going being stocking this book inside their dresser drawers alongside The Bible, I hope who's finds its way into hotel romps. I picture lovers reading aloud to 1 another while they get ready to mark their hotel room, or within the afterglow, perhaps leaving it behind for the next lucky guest. I am hoping hotel staff spirit it away and make the print in their downtime. I am hoping the next time one enters an accommodation lobby, even though you have no intention to getting busy with anyone you might find there, that you will no less than spot the many erotic possibilities that greet you.
My most recent hotel rendezvous was with the ultra-fancy art-filled Chambers Hotel in Minneapolis. I had been staying by myself for two nights, even though I did not share my bed, the space itself beckoned to me. I discovered myself getting horny while i dove involving the covers, wishing I had a lover to share with you my good luck with. Now I have this book, which I hope you'll take with you on your own travels, perhaps see clearly while lounging in a very hotel lobby, or whisper from that in your lover's ear when you make much noise with your accommodation bed that someone calls security. However and wherever you see this book, I really hope it turns you on just the maximum amount of as it will me.
Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City
Rachel Kramer Bussel’s other kinky books include He’s on Top, She’s on Top, Caught Looking, Hide and Seek, Crossdressing, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, and the non-fiction collection Best Sex Writing 2008. She hosts the in The Flesh Erotic Reading Series, is Senior Editor at Penthouse Variations and formerly wrote the Lusty Lady sex column for The Village Voice. Visit her at rachelkramerbussel.com
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Table of Contents:
Introduction: Made for Sex (see below)
Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel by Amanda Earl
Tightly Tucked by Alison Tyler
From Russia with Lust by Stan Kent
Mirror, Mirror by by Andrea Dale
The Royalton–A Daray Tale by Tess Danesi
So Simple a Place by Isabelle Gray
Heart-Shaped Holes by Madlyn March
The St. George Hotel, 1890 by Lillian Ann Slugocki
The Lunch Break by Saskia Walker
Memphis by Gwen Masters
The Other Woman by Kristina Wright
Talking Dirty by Shanna Germain
A Room with the Grand by Thomas S. Roche
Tropical Grotto, Winter Storm by Teresa Noelle Roberts
G is for Gypsy by Maxim Jakubowski
Reunion by Lisabet Sarai
Hump Day by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Guilty Pleasure by Elizabeth Coldwell
An Honest Woman by Tenille Brown
Room Service by by Donna George Storey
Introduction: Made for Sex
Hotel rooms are, in the word, hot. The minute I enter one, I'd like to strip off all my clothes and dive naked involving the sheets, whether We've a lover there to talk about within the indulgence with me or not. Much way more than my own, personal bed, hotel beds make me horny. They are, or at least, appear to me, being created for sex.
Hotels provide us with the opportunity to unwind, relax, and, when we choose, become someone else. Behind closed doors, we are absolve to frolic, fuck, and flaunt ourselves. It makes no difference if the hotel is in a faraway land or even in your individual hometown; the point is, it is a clean slate. It's not your house filled with all the reminders of what you could or needs to be doing. Other individuals have fucked and definately will fuck within the bed you're gonna sleep in; that may be described as a turn-on in and also itself. It's your borrowed space, to have an hour, a day, a night, or longer, and in that time, you can claim it, control it, apply it for your own personal naughty purposes. Other guests are prowling the hotel, checking in, checking out, banging and getting banged from the wall. There's an expression that anything can happen--and quite often, it does.
To me, the anonymity of hotel rooms, their personality wiped clean with each new guest, is part of their appeal. They beckon us making usage of their welcoming ways. They offer some slack from the everyday, a opportunity to let loose and turn into someone else. In Don't Disturb, I wished to capture the ways hotels fit into our erotic imagination, whether they're absolutely essential or possibly a luxury. Hotels let us explore parts individuals passion that get left behind inside rush of daily life.
The authors whose work you get lucky and be about to read understand perfectly the allure of the fresh hotel room—or expensive hotels lobby. Indeed, the entire atmosphere an accommodation offers can merely scream of sex. This goes for five-star and by-the-hour joints. They each have something to add, and here you will discover romps between lovers and strangers, reunions and quickies, because these characters indulge of their new settings.
Many of the characters here use hotels for secrecy, relying around the unspoken code of employees to not ever share what goes on. Others make utilization of them for flirting, for catching their prey. Many need a hotel room so as to engage in an affair or even a roleplay. Whether exploring Japan's love hotels in Isabelle Gray's "So Simple a Place" or getting "A Room with the Grand" for the special callgirl, the men and some women you'll find out about get off on their own surroundings. The hotel itself becomes a new player within their affair, an indication with the lengths they'll go to be together.
And this book would not be complete without some extramarital affairs that is only able to occur in hotel rooms, much like the lovers in Lisabet Sarai's "Reunion" or Gwen Masters's "Memphis." For these characters, the hotel room takes on added meaning for this is surely an ever-changing venue where their relationships grow, where they can savor one another's bodies without their spouses knowing, or so they really hope.
Hotel rooms are also ideal for quickies, those fast fucks that you simply just have one hour roughly for, made all the greater arousing for their brevity. In Saskia Walker's "The Lunch Break," a sultry waitress pounces on the diner, along with my "Hump Day," a few shed their business personae once weekly to become the kind of people they might never be (or fuck) at home.
Even in the more innocent stories here, the vacation sex, the getaways among couples, there's something just a bit clandestine about these college accommodation hookups. That air of perversion is exactly what makes getting serviced in a very hotel (or motel) infinitely sweeter than doing the work anywhere else. It's a personal way of being an exhibitionist, of leaving the staff and fellow guests guessing (or parading around inside your hotel robes). Sometimes it is a neighbor who'll lure you in the safety of your relationship, like the lesbian who teaches Madlyn March's protagonist a thing or two in "Heart-Shaped Holes," or just how Elizabeth Coldwell's fellow jurors wind up relieving some tension among trial time.
There's a hotel in New York, the Library Hotel, which includes long intrigued me. They offer an Erotica Suite, filled up with strawberries, whipped cream, red roses, erotic dice, Mionetto Presecca, edible honey dust, as well as a Kama Sutra pocket guide. They're upfront in their intention that you just truly savor their package, too as your lover's. I've never stayed there, or done more than pass by. In some ways, I prefer to keep its beauty safely tucked away in my imagination, the form of room I'd use with a rich lover from from town who'd seduce me regarding his or her accent, whisper if you ask me in a very foreign tongue before taking that foreign tongue and licking me all over. That's another thing about hotel rooms: they are perfect to fantasize about. In them, plus your dreams about them, you can have form of sex with anyone (or everyone) you want.
I can let you know how the sex I've had in hotel rooms continues to be some in the hottest of my life. I get off on knowing that neighbors may hear me, plus fact, which brings the exhibitionist in me. The sexiest porn director I realize took me to his hotel room in Manhattan one night although his porn star girlfriend was elsewhere, we indulged in a single with the most dirty, powerful, delicious fucks I've ever had, so when he came around my chest, I reveled in it. I did not wash it off, either, but proudly let it dry on my small skin and couldn't stop the smile that found its way to my lips because i took the subway home.
Once, in some random seedy L.A. hotel, another lover and i also hadn't brought any condoms, and instead had to generate do with a paddle plus a butt plugæpoor us. In a seedy Midtown motel, I spent several hours romping with a very sexy young man who showed me all kinds of ways I could twist my body to extend my pleasure, then felt a shocked, naughty thrill as he entered the bathroom while I peed and watched me before dipping his fingers into the stream. Something I likely wouldn't have allowed in your house became acceptable inside a place I'd likely never find myself again. And when I'm in a college accommodation by myself, tucked away beneath the sheets, I am naughty and decadent, even when the only party guests I'm hosting are my fingers and my pussy.
While I doubt hotels are going to be stocking this book inside their dresser drawers alongside The Bible, I hope that it finds its distance to hotel romps. I picture lovers reading aloud to a single another as they get prepared to mark their hotel room, or within the afterglow, perhaps leaving it behind for the next lucky guest. I really hope hotel staff spirit it away and see clearly in their downtime. I hope another time you enter an accommodation lobby, even if you might have no intention of having busy with anyone you will likely find there, that you'll at least notice the many erotic possibilities that greet you.
My most recent hotel rendezvous was in the ultra-fancy art-filled Chambers Hotel in Minneapolis. I used to be staying by myself for 2 nights, even though I didn't share my bed, the bedroom itself beckoned to me. I ran across myself getting horny while i dove relating to the covers, wishing I stood a lover to share with you my good luck with. Now I've this book, which I hope you'll take along with you on the travels, perhaps see clearly while lounging in the hotel lobby, or whisper from that into your lover's ear prior to deciding to make so much noise inside your college accommodation bed that a person calls security. However and wherever you see this book, I hope it turns yourself on around it lets you do me.
Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City
Rachel Kramer Bussel’s other kinky books include He’s on Top, She’s on Top, Caught Looking, Hide and Seek, Crossdressing, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, and the non-fiction collection Best Sex Writing 2008. She hosts the in The Flesh Erotic Reading Series, is Senior Editor at Penthouse Variations and formerly wrote the Lusty Lady sex column for The Village Voice. Visit her at rachelkramerbussel.com
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