*Alright — I’ve posted before, but I’m a little nervous! This is an excerpt from a newsletter I’m writing about a one-year sex life makeover I’ve undertaken (https://www.reddit.com/r/DeadBedrooms/comments/yxzjfs/slm_quick_update/) and it’s my first time sharing, like, sex writing (rather than writing *about* sex) with others. Hope you enjoy.*
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It started with a joke: *What if we booked a night at Sybaris?*
As I mentioned in a past issue of this newsletter, Sybaris is a line of adults-only resorts dotting the Midwest; initially, I had pulled up the website last week to make a gentle crack about the suspect sexiness — and maybe slight sleaziness — of the rooms, which feature in-ground pools, a fireplace, a sex swing and adult entertainment on the televisions.
“A romantic paradise to ignite feelings, rekindle the romance and enjoy quality time together,” the web copy reads. “Our whirlpool and swimming pool suites are a delight to the senses, providing every amenity possible. It is the ultimate romantic experience.”
But here’s the thing — while it may not be the ideal bedroom I want to go home to every night, since clicking on the website, ads for a discounted one-night stay began stalking me online. At this point, I was still in My Old Hometown while S was at home, so I sent him the aforementioned joke via text.
*What if?*