This is my first attempt at a longer story. Doing erotica to both explore/express sexuality as well as improve writing. Trying weekly. And I’m attempting a theme to tie different stories together, however loosely. So, this is mainly a premise below, with sexy bits at the end so readers know what details are coming later in the story. Feedback is greatly appreciated. If I messed up any posting rules let me know.
Zoe’s Guestbook Part 1
Let’s face it. Hotels are sexy. And no, before you ask and certainly before you stop reading from fear of a boring lecture, I’m not an architecture nerd who thinks old buildings are cool, calling them sexy to liven up a boring topic. I’m not talking about brick and mortar. I’m talking about honest, no holds barred, passionate, breathtaking, exhausting, remember it for the rest of your life sex. There is a point in one’s life where hotels are no longer synonymous with family vacations. Going to a hotel with your significant other, of whatever kink or passion that may be, transforms to a clear invitation, nay an inalienable right, for a good fucking. The hotel bed, once viewed as a trampoline during one’s childhood, transforms to become a platform for one of the best lays one can imagine in adulthood. The TV is no longer for channels you don’t get at home or strange newscasts from cities you’ve never seen. No, the TV never gets turned on at all. At least, not while you are turning each other on.