Just another hotel

I love hotel hospitality. I love white linen sheets. I love the view of urban lights flickering against a backdrop of undiscovered blackness. I love new cities. I love walking through a lobby with confidence and purpose. I love the sound my heels make as they announce my presence across shiny marble floors. I am not ashamed to admit: I turning heads. I love finding him, or her, in a bar and planting an obvious, ‘here I am’ kiss on those unsuspecting lips. I love every part of sex with strangers in a strange place. I love the anonymity of hotel rooms.

Hospitality has a standard; the valet is eager, the concierge is chipper, every staff member greets you with a cheerful salutation and everything that happens on premise, stays on premise. Like Vegas. Even furniture arrangements bear similarities - bed, couch, TV, desk, bar - the staging is formulaic. The linens are always crisp and white, which amuses me because everyone knows the dirty shit that happens between crisp, white linen sheets. Don’t worry, I’m not the only guest requesting extra towels at 11pm.

The date space of a high-end hotel is sexy; it’s formal and polite, yet dripping with not-so-polite naughtiness. At any given moment, separate guests in separate rooms are getting off separately, in unison. It’s like an orchestra with orgasmic ensembles - desire inspired by the breathless moans of lovemaking from the suite next door. The sound of strangers pausing for passion in their pursuit of pleasure - did she climax? Will I?

Hotels have become a comforting face in the circumstance of unfamiliar faces. The outcall space, specific to hotels, is a neutral playing field for both client and companion. Designed for discretion, guests come and go so they can come and go. Discretely. This anonymity speaks to a specific mindset - you have to find comfort in, and adapt to, any environment. A calm resolve will soothe nerves and remove any inhibition (and pants) with charm. You embody this confidence by finding familiarity with the unfamiliar - bed, couch, TV, desk, bar - everything is different, yet everything is the same. Perhaps it’s the soft sound of your pleasure that inspires the suite next door.

But first, you have to like crisp, white linen sheets.