As a resident of Southern California, my understanding of weather is more or less hypothetical. I spent most of February wearing shorts and am currently preparing my garden for this year’s tomatoes. Despite my sheltered upbringing I have on a few occasions encountered unfair conditions.
Four years ago I was in the Northeastern United States when there was a three foot blizzard. This was the first time I had seen snow and I didn’t realize at the time that my mini vacation was about to get two days longer. Most of the city, including the airport, had shut down and I spent the next 48 hours wearing the same pair of underwear doing absolutely nothing. It was brutal.
I was lucky enough to be staying in someone’s home when my travel plans changed, but this isn’t always the case for some people. When a flight out of southwest China was forced to delay due to increment weather, two women were left stranded in the airport with nowhere to go.
Fortunately for them, their airline was gracious enough to put them up in a hotel for the night, but to their surprise the room was equipped with amenities like sex chairs, chains, and ankle cuffs.
Apparently the room the airport booked was in a “love hotel” popular with people looking to engage in casual sex. I’m pretty sure that’s how half of my favorite pornos start out.
Given my limited world traveling experience, I don’t have much knowledge of short-stay sex hotels. They sound like somewhere you wouldn’t want to wait out a storm as the high turnover rate means they get cleaned about as often as the trashcan under my desk- which if it wrote a book would be called “Catch Rags and Tea Bags: Why I smell so Weird All the Time.”
In college I briefly worked as a bar back in a part of town popular with an older, post-college crowd. Most of the patrons I saw were in their early 30s and very comfortable with their sexuality. The bathroom was a popular location for their drunk fucking and the photo booth in the middle of the bar was also a possibility for the more daring.
If sex hotels mean hardworking bar staff don’t have to clean yuppie sex juices off every flat surface then I could totally see the appeal.
At any rate, we don’t have much follow up information on these women and their sexy misadventure. Prior to being directed to a hotel room full of S&M equipment, the stranded travelers were perfect strangers. However few situations build friendships faster than standing in a room where hundreds of people have fucked that gets cleaned once a week.
Image: Rebecca Moore in Mistress Moore And Her Manservant by Brazzers
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