Here’s a little snippet from Roberta Carwin’s piece at Cleansheets on why hotel sex is hot:
In literature, who can forget the journey of Humbert Humbert and Lolita to one motel after another? Nabokov describes the motels and the young girl with equally hypnotic attention to detail; they often come together in an unforgettable image, as when she dives into a glittering swimming pool or eats potato chips in bed.
In real life, too, renting a hotel room can be a great way to get intensely erotic with someone. With none of the usual trappings of your life around, you can concentrate on each other. When Tommy and I go to Las Vegas, we stay in a high-rise hotel with rooms that are bigger and more luxurious than we’d get elsewhere. They lay it on in Las Vegas, hoping no doubt that if you feel like a high roller you’ll act like one, and gamble a lot. The sex we have in this place is always amazing! Yes, there’s the gambling, the manic 24-hour activity and the sight of a lot of gorgeous women. But it’s also the space — the floor-to-ceiling windows with the sheer steep views; the mirrors all over the place that seem to magnify everything; the pulsating needles of the shower; the smooth sheets and endless fluffy towels. Granted, we’re often a little too jet-lagged to do something like make up a complicated sex scene, but that very sense of disorientation, along with the unreal luxe surroundings, can turn your Saturday night lovemaking into something unexpectedly luscious.
Obviously, hotels and (especially) motels are also places people go to have sex that they’re not supposed to be having. On “Sex and the City,” Carrie and the married Mr. Big meet at a downmarket hotel in the afternoon. Why such a grungy place? Possibly, so they won’t run into anyone they know. But also, there’s something sexy and naughty about a slightly crummy room. It seems to advertise that you’re there for one reason only. You’re not going to be served tea or treated to a tour of the owner’s antiques collection, like in a nice B&B or a bijoux hotel. You’re not there to deal with relationship stuff either, not in the hour or two you’ll be in that room. No; you’re just there to fuck.
Ever been in a motel that seemed to exist for sneaky sex only? While touring the Mezzogiorno region of Italy, a girlfriend and I checked into an unassuming hotel with a fabulous swimming pool. The guy at the desk acted like it was a little peculiar that we wanted to stay for a few days. We figured out why when we got into the room. The bathroom cabinet was crammed with partly used bottles of lubricants. We went and sat by the pool — always empty except for us — watching couples drive in and out of the parking lot. It was kind of fun, except that the round-the-clock loud sex, and the place’s thin walls, combined to make sleep impossible.