With the soft economy and all, we couldn't afford to get away to a fancy hotel or anything, so we sneaked down to the neighbors and had sex in their jacuzzi, then left a fiver on the picnic table.
Actually, Dumbplumber says that who the eff can tell what model. However, late 50s Coupe (edit..possibly early 60's Dumbpumber drills down on these details...God love him) maybe Pontiac, and then something technical about the seat, the forward latching and a bit about the chrome strip.....and...even Jay Leno couldn't tell you what it is.
I wasn't really listening because I was pondering about why hotel sex is different than regular sex.
wasn't really listening because I was pondering about why hotel sex is different than regular sex.
The change of routine is what makes it different. Different setting, plus, there's always a bit of thrill about doing it in a hotel. Something that carries back to younger years.
And the whole "....shhh..the people next door can hear!" thing adds to it, especially if you don't care what the people next door can hear.
LOL. Yep the change in routine is the charm, plus we are away from the telephone ringing constantly with work calls. Not that we are complaining about work!!!!..but the calls ring at home and start at 7am and end when we unplug the phone at 7pm.
One of the places we like to say at is within walking distance of a great steakhouse where he can get beef ribs and I can get a rack of lamb. No driving or DUI worries.
I was a desk clerk @ a resort hotel in Wildwood, NJ for 2 summers in college. I was the swing man..worked all 3 shifts. For a stipend, other employees would stumble in @ night and get a vacant room from me. Plus, I had a room anytime I wanted. We had free lodging in the attic of the hotel but that was not conducive for sex..just booze and bongs.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Hey, that's my seduction technique!
Hotel? Ha!
The Floorboard Inn.
No bedbugs!
The Dumb Plumber couldn't wait!!!
Took her right in the car.
With the soft economy and all, we couldn't afford to get away to a fancy hotel or anything, so we sneaked down to the neighbors and had sex in their jacuzzi, then left a fiver on the picnic table.
Keeping Carolina classy.
DBQ - ask your SO what kind of car that is in the photo. I say Ford.
DBQ - ask your SO what kind of car that is in the photo. I say Ford.
Hell, how can I tell. It's upside down and backwards.....just the way I like it.
Ooops.. did I say that out loud?.
ricpic said...
The Dumb Plumber couldn't wait!!!
Took her right in the car.
No sign of the Dumb Plumber there except the necklace he left behind.
Is that a transmission hump?
Mayhap the Good Plumber dreamed of four on the floor one more time before he died and went to heaven!
Glad you had a GOOD weekend together DBQ!
Prompting the chickelit to proclaim ... so there was no hotel sex like DBQ enjoyed. It was nice to have 4 days of nothing but museum going.
Ha I have to edit.
Actually, Dumbplumber says that who the eff can tell what model. However, late 50s Coupe (edit..possibly early 60's Dumbpumber drills down on these details...God love him) maybe Pontiac, and then something technical about the seat, the forward latching and a bit about the chrome strip.....and...even Jay Leno couldn't tell you what it is.
I wasn't really listening because I was pondering about why hotel sex is different than regular sex.
I was pondering about why hotel sex is different than regular sex.
I think usually that's b/c it doesn't involve your spouse.
wasn't really listening because I was pondering about why hotel sex is different than regular sex.
The change of routine is what makes it different. Different setting, plus, there's always a bit of thrill about doing it in a hotel. Something that carries back to younger years.
And the whole "....shhh..the people next door can hear!" thing adds to it, especially if you don't care what the people next door can hear.
And room service breakfast or dinner.
Plus, calling the concierge and asking for more batteries, nine feet of soft rope, and a dark scarf.
That one sounds like David Carradine's last room service call.
@ Haz
LOL. Yep the change in routine is the charm, plus we are away from the telephone ringing constantly with work calls. Not that we are complaining about work!!!!..but the calls ring at home and start at 7am and end when we unplug the phone at 7pm.
One of the places we like to say at is within walking distance of a great steakhouse where he can get beef ribs and I can get a rack of lamb. No driving or DUI worries.
I was a desk clerk @ a resort hotel in Wildwood, NJ for 2 summers in college. I was the swing man..worked all 3 shifts. For a stipend, other employees would stumble in @ night and get a vacant room from me. Plus, I had a room anytime I wanted. We had free lodging in the attic of the hotel but that was not conducive for sex..just booze and bongs.
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