Archive for March, 2009

World’s hottest hotel hot tubs

March 30, 2009

Travel & Leisure has a fabulous slide show of the hottest hotel hot tubs! These are my three favorites:





Name a Hotel, Win a Trip

March 27, 2009

Hotel naming banner

I love contests, like, really, really love them, although I’m terrible at coming up with titles (currently brainstorming book titles, coming up with very little).

So I think this is a great idea – check out the contest at Desires Hotels and good luck! Feel free to take me with you if you win.

You can win:


The $1 hotel room (in Philadelphia)

March 24, 2009

Alexander Inn, $1 rooms in Philadelphia

Gadling tells us:

Looking for a cheap night’s sleep in Philadelphia?

You probably can’t do better than the Alexander Inn, a boutique hotel in Center City.

Right now, the hotel is offering a limited number of rooms for $1. The offer is good for one night’s stay, Sunday through Thursday, with no minimum stay required.

The offer is running from now through June 11. Unfortunately, you cannot book the rooms more than 30 days in advance of your stay.

And here’s the Alexander Inn website, where they say:

As our guest, you may enjoy at no additional cost, all of the following:

* our breakfast buffet plus 24-hour fresh fruit and snack table
* a 24-hour fitness center
* e-mail access computers
* color television and DirecTV including 8 movie channels
* individual room phone messaging & wake up
* discounted nearby indoor parking
* historic sightseeing pick up at our door
* nonsmoking comfort
* Wireless Internet access
* in-room safe

Say goodbye to the front desk

March 20, 2009

Andaz image via

From the Los Angeles Times:

A hotel “host” delivered a bottle of water and knelt at her side, swiftly tapping on a hand-held computer no bigger than a stenographer’s notebook. Quickly, the host used the device to confirm her reservation information, swipe her credit card and activate her guest room keys.

What? No front desk? Has check-in become obsolete? No, hotel experts say, but the ritual is certainly changing.

Faur never stood in line, never waited for a clerk to retype her reservation information and never was ignored so the clerk could answer the phone.

Andaz, a new, hip hotel brand from Hyatt, has no lobby telephones or agents behind imposing counters. A communal table set with jars of candy, bowls of fruit and a selection of wine is as close as you’ll get to the front desk of old.

Andaz is one of the first U.S. hotels to do away with a front desk. Elsewhere, automated kiosks allow some travelers to confirm their reservations at airport terminals or in hotel lobbies. At the new Aloft chain, which has a hotel in Rancho Cucamonga, guests can use a lobby kiosk to check in and obtain keys, or consult with a nearby human to complete the process.

Interview with Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories contributor Kristina Wright

March 20, 2009

How did you come up with the idea for your story “The Other Woman” in Do Not Disturb?

A couple of years ago, I shared an elevator with two women and a man. It was a strange dynamic, with him flirting with both of them and the women not being particularly familiar with each other. So I imagined a man arranging a ménage a trois with his reluctant girlfriend and another woman. What would that look like? What would happen between the women if the man was out of the picture? My story “The Other Woman” blossomed from that sixty second elevator ride and the questions the threesome inspired.

Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?

I don’t know if there is a part of a hotel that is the sexiest, but I think there is something very sexy about hotel experience. When you walk into a hotel, the real world ceases to exist, time stands still for the duration you’re there and you can become anyone you want to be. What could be sexier than that?

What’s been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?

My favorite hotel experience was in July 2008. My husband is in the Navy and he left in April 2008 for a six-month deployment. His ship pulled into Jacksonville, Florida for a few days during the mid-point of the deployment and I was able to fly down and meet him. We stayed in the lovely Casa Monica Hotel in St. Augustine, Florida and it was a truly decadent three-day weekend! I hadn’t seen him in three months, so when he picked me up at the airport in a rental car and then took me to a hotel, it was a bit like having a rendezvous with a handsome stranger. (And I must say that in-room massages make for very relaxed and limber bodies!)

What do you think a hotel needs to make it a “sexy hotel?”

When I think of a sexy hotel, I think of a refuge from reality. Lush. Comfortable. Peaceful. Feeling pampered makes me feel sexy. I want a king-sized bed with a ridiculous number of pillows and the softest sheets that have ever touched my naked skin. And, of course, 24 hour room service to cater to my insomnia and the late night romps on those soft sheets.

Is there a specific hotel you’ve stayed in which you recommend, and/or a hotel you want to stay in, and why?

The Jefferson Hotel ( in Richmond, Virginia is a terrific weekend escape. The staff is friendly and attentive, the hotel has a lovely history and they have a Sunday champagne brunch that is simply incredible.

And—oh my—there are so many hotels I want to visit! I’m dying to spend a weekend at Keswick Hall near Charlottesville, Virginia. It looks like such a perfect retreat. I’ve wanted to be a guest of the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, Michigan ever since I saw Somewhere in Time when I was a kid. And I’ve had afternoon tea at Claridges in London, but I would love to spend an entire week there.

What’s next for you?

Currently, I’m working on short stories for various anthologies and developing two novel proposals—one is an erotic paranormal romance and the other is an edgy, erotic suspense. Because I’ve started writing erotic romance, I will be attending the Romance Writer’s of America conference in Washington, DC in July. I can’t wait to check out the hotel!

Below is an excerpt from Kristina Wright’s story “The Other Woman.” Read the whole story in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories and read more about Kristina at

It was Jason’s fantasy, not mine; Jason’s desire for a threesome—two women and him, of course—that had me sitting in a hotel bar nervously sipping on my second cosmopolitan in less than an hour. We were waiting for the woman who would be our third and I was wishing I was anyplace else but there.

Jason grinned like a teenaged boy seeing his first dirty movie. He reached across the bar and squeezed my hand. “Thanks for doing this, doll,” he said. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get what you want for your birthday.”

Ultimately, it had been the allusion to an engagement ring that had me sitting there in the first place. My hands were clenched in my lap so I wouldn’t fidget. When I’d agreed to Jason’s ménage à trois birthday request, he’d immediately known whom to ask. I wondered if all men were like that—they had a name and number always at the ready, in case the opportunity should present itself.

I glanced toward the entrance for about the fiftieth time since we had walked into the hotel bar. It had been Jason’s idea to meet me here a few minutes before the other woman arrived and my idea to get a hotel suite for the night. I just couldn’t bear the thought of him sleeping with the other woman in our bed. Somehow, having a threesome in a five-star hotel felt more like a fantasy than any part of my reality—and that was exactly how I wanted to think of it. Just a fantasy, nothing real that could hurt my relationship with Jason. The other woman would come and go and we would still be intact, untouched. Or so I hoped.

I kept thinking of her as the other woman, even though I knew her name was Stephanie and she worked in the accounting department at Jason’s firm. I would be face-to-face with Stephanie-from-accounting and I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for that. What do you say to a woman you’ve never met but intend to fuck before the night is out?

Why I want to stay at the Louvre Hotel

March 19, 2009

Just look how pretty it is! See their official site. I’m going to Europe in May, so maybe it’ll happen!

Could this photo be any more beautiful? I don’t think so.



Audio version of hotel sex erotica story “Room Service” by Donna George Storey

March 13, 2009

For those who like their erotica in audio version, listen to this super sexy reading of Donna George Storey’s “Room Service” read by Diva Diane at Nobilis Erotica.

The story is from my new erotica anthology Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories.

Watch the book trailer, read the introduction and numerous contributor interviews about hotel sex over at the Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories blog.

Do Not Disturb is available for sale at Amazon, B&N, Powells and your local bookstore.

Interview with Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories contributor Donna George Storey

March 12, 2009

You probably recognize the name Donna George Storey, from her guest post “Love Hotel Madness.” Well, here’s more from her about hotel sex and the inspiration for her story “Room Service” (excerpt at the end).

How did you come up with the idea for your story in Do Not Disturb? Were you inspired by any particular hotels?

I wrote “Room Service” around the time I stayed in the Mayflower Hotel in Washington DC. The décor of the Atlanta hotel in my story is lifted from my room in this Washington grande dame. And yes, we did order room service. I think Washington hotels have their own special eroticism. All of those diplomats and power-hungry politicians running around the city—and no doubt trysting in rented rooms–make for a heady sex-and-power cocktail.

Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?

I like the bathroom vanity area with the big mirrors and the conveniently roomy countertop. It’s a great place for parents to sneak off to when the kids are sleeping. The woman can shimmy up on the counter while her partner stands or kneels before her at her pleasure.

Donna George Storey for Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories

What’s been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?

I love Chojukan at Hoshi Hot Springs in the Japan Alps. The inn dates from the nineteenth century and the beautiful cedar grand bath allows men and women to bathe together, a practice that used to be common in Japan, but is now very rare. I’ve used that bath as setting for about four sexy stories—after midnight things get quiet and I’ve heard stories about interesting encounters with strangers in the steaming water. A stay in a traditional Japanese inn is a complete experience. You shed your regular clothes for a cotton robe, take lots of baths, eat a huge feast in your room, take more baths, have sex, and fall into a soft, sweet slumber.

What do you think a hotel needs to make it a “sexy hotel?”

The sexiest hotel rooms transport me from ordinary life into another world, another self, which for me means either the height of luxury like castle hotel Schloss Durnstein on the Danube or a dilapidated pension where we stayed in La Spezia, Italy that looked out over a courtyard with laundry hanging out the windows. In such settings, I can become a duchess tipsy on Grüner Veltliner or a young wife heedless of the creaking bedstead as she couples with her muscular, workingman husband. In that sense hotels are like a stage set, the stagier the better.

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Is there a specific hotel you’ve stayed in which you recommend, and/or a hotel you want to stay in, and why?

On my recent book tour for my novel, Amorous Woman, I stayed at the Beverly Hills Hotel (subsidized by a generous relative). The photo above is of my very sex-worthy bed, but the whole room was luxurious and hushed, quiet enough to hear the Hollywood ghosts whispering their secrets. As I walked around the place, to the Fountain Grill for breakfast or the Polo Lounge for a $40 hamburger, everyone seemed to study me. Clearly I wasn’t an obvious celebrity, but their gaze lingered as if they were trying to figure out which behind-the-scenes important person I might be! And important people do come there for sex. One person in my party stepped onto the elevator with a well-known producer and his companion, a younger and very attractive woman. They didn’t seem happy to have the company as they headed up to the suite floor.

What’s next for you?

I’m working on recording podcasts of some of my stories. My recent readings at In the Flesh and for X: The Erotic Treasury made me realize how much I enjoy purring dirty words into a microphone, so I’m indulging my appetite for more.

Catch up with Donna daily at her blog.

Below is an excerpt from Donna George Storey’s “Room Service” (incidentally, that was my original title for the book!). Read the entire story in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories.

I’m restless tonight, too. Maybe it’s the splayed legs on the brocade armchair, or the thick wooden knobs on the drawers. Or maybe it’s that my coworker Kevin has the next room, the one right through that door by the closet.

Ah, Kevin. My sales engineer, and the perfect nice guy. He’s not bad looking either, with his gold-green eyes and size 32 pants (I checked the label on his jeans). His hands are his best feature, though, thick fingered and tireless. I sat across the aisle from him on the flight out and watched him working on his laptop. The regional sales manager told Kevin just this morning he wanted tomorrow’s presentation rewritten so it matches the customer’s RFP, and he was none too happy about it. I expressed my sympathy, but secretly I enjoyed his scowl of concentration, the steady tap of his index finger on the touchpad. It reminded me of the way I masturbate.

Kevin’s married, of course. I met his wife. I like her. As far as I’m concerned, his marital status is one of his many attractive qualities. I’m still recovering from a nasty breakup and see no reason to waste my ambivalent, on-the-rebound lust on someone I could actually have.

Without really thinking, I smooth my pin-striped skirt over my belly and let my fingers wander lower to press the rough cloth up between my thighs. With a quick shake of my head, I snatch my hand away and pull the curtain closed. Hardly proper behavior for a newly promoted product manager: playing with herself in front of a hotel window.

The only thing to do now is get ready for bed. Flossing my teeth always puts me back in a wholesome frame of mind. On my way to the bathroom, I resist the urge to try the door to Kevin’s room. What if it opened and he were undressing or even jacking off to one of those pay-per-view videos? I’ve never had the nerve to rent one, especially on a business trip. I’ve heard the women in accounting laughing over the hotel receipts. They know.

Not that I need a video. It’s enough to put on my nightgown and slip under the sheets, breathing in the fragrance of hotel linen. When I close my eyes, I can see them. I smell them, too, beneath the semen-scented tang of bleach, all the people who’ve sought their pleasure on this bed.

Send me to San Diego and the Ivy Hotel

March 11, 2009

Ivy Hotel

I’ve already blogged here about the sexy-sounding Ivy Hotel in San Diego, but here’s a little more about it courtesy of TravelWIRE, all of which is making me want to go there. Perhaps a reading down the road for Do Not Disturb needs to happen…

With 159 guestrooms, including 14 deluxe suites and 3 specialty suites this cutting-edge hotel offers modern luxuries with a seductive twist. You don’t have to be a celebrity to enjoy the VIP treatment at the Ivy Hotel, “Your every wish is our command” touts the hotel as each room comes complete with a suave personal butler to cater to your every need. In addition, VIP access to Envy Club, Escalade service, 42″ HDTV Plasma, In-room bottle service, Korres bath products.

My suggestion is to, at the very least, request the premium guestroom which features the signature butler-drawn luxury molten bath, where the glass-enclosed bathtub is exposed to the entire guestroom. How’s that for sexy. Or leave your inhibitions at the door and check in to the Star Suite, which includes a group shower, stripper pole, king size bunk beds, fully stocked wet bar. Are we at the Playboy Mansion, Las Vegas? Nope, right here in “the finest city in the world” San Diego. Better yet, if you are a true member of the Ivy league try one of their two Suite packages:

The “Get Wet” package for $3500 per night which includes your own private rooftop cabana, Swarovski Havaianas flip-flops for the ladies, waterproof digital camera, Beluga caviar, Ultimat Vodka or Veuve Clicquot champagne all the while relaxing under the sun.

Or choose the “Arouse” package at $4000 for two nights which includes ViP access to Envy nightclub, his & hers 80 GB iPods, Chef’s bed dinner for two in the Quarter Kitchen, breakfast in bed, monogrammed robes and much more are included in this ultimate pampering experience.

Interview with Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories contributor Elizabeth Coldwell

March 10, 2009

How did you come up with the idea for your story in Do Not Disturb? Were you inspired by any particular hotels?

I assumed that a lot of ideas, such as couples checking in under false identities and people meeting up to conduct an affair would probably be pretty popular, so I tried to find a different reason why someone would be staying in a hotel. At the time, there was a story about a trial which was taking a long time to come to a verdict, and the jurors were having to stay overnight in a hotel until they reached a decision. That, coupled with the fact that every time I switched on the Scuzz rock video channel, it seemed to be playing Good Charlotte’s “Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous,” which is set in a court room, set something off in my head, and I came up with the two bored jurors who found a sexy way of passing the time before they had to be back in court. I didn’t have a specific hotel in mind, just somewhere nice but fairly generic where all the rooms are identical – and, of course, it had a view out over a busy city.

Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?

I like hotel bars, and being able to sit and watch other people around you, wondering what they might be doing and who they are with. I’ve been in the bar at the Algonquin Hotel in New York and loved it – so much history. And of course, bars are great places to hook up with someone, if you’re looking for a no-strings liaison.

What’s been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?

Two female friends and I spent a couple of days in Jersey, and booked a room for three – it was some cheap deal through one of the daily newspapers. When we turned up, they had assumed we were two parents and a child, which was quite funny – and to make it worse, the single bed one of my friends was in (I was sharing the double) promptly broke when she got into it. Absolutely nothing naughty went on, but we dread to think what they thought we’d done to it!

What do you think a hotel needs to make it a “sexy hotel?”

Ideally, it needs to be small and intimate, not large and characterless. I don’t go for sleazy motels, though I know a lot of people find them very sexy – I like to feel that I’m being pampered by the staff, as well as whoever I’m with.

Is there a specific hotel you’ve stayed in which you recommend, and/or a hotel you want to stay in, and why?

I’m very intrigued by the Lloyd Hotel, in Amsterdam’s Eastern Docks. It’s an amazing Art Deco building, with quite an arty history, but its selling point is that it has rooms varying from one star to five stars, all in the same building. Apparently one of the five-star rooms has a grand piano, while another has a bed which sleeps eight. You could really have fun in that one…

What’s next for you?

I’ve just had a story accepted by Black Lace for one of their anthologies. And my next holiday is booked, to Amsterdam. I won’t be staying at the Lloyd Hotel, but I may take the chance to go to their bar and see if I get inspired by it.



Lloyd Hotel photos via their website

Below is an excerpt from Elizabeth Coldwell’s story “Guilty Pleasure.” Read the whole story in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories, available now, as well as in the (forthcoming) June 2009 issue of Penthouse. Also available at Amazon UK.

“Nice room,” Craig says, looking around. “And that view is superb. All I can see out of my window is the parking lot.”

He turns out to be a vodka man, and I’m unscrewing a bottle and pouring it into a glass for him when he suddenly says, “Hey, I’m not interrupting anything here, am I?”

The bathroom door is open, and at first I assume he can see the tub, full of foamy water. And then I realize he’s staring at the bedæmore specifically, at the hot pink vibrator which is still lying where I threw it.

My cheeks are flushed and I know I’ve been busted. “What can I say?” I ask, trying to make a joke out of the situation. “Sometimes I just get horny.”

“Particularly when hubby and his big, hard cock aren’t around to satisfy you, huh?” Hearing Craig use the word “cock” makes my pussy clench with a sudden, fierce spasm. As I stand rooted to the spot, he picks the toy up, twists the base so it buzzes briefly into life, then switches it off again. “You know,” he says, “I’ve always wanted to watch a woman use one of these things on herself.” I think I know what’s coming next, but I just fiddle with my glass as he continues, “And I’d love it if that woman was you.”

I should stop the conversation here and ask him to leave the room. After all, I’m a respectable married woman, not some kind of slut who’ll act out any old nasty fantasy if a man asks her to. And yet, there’s something about being in this anonymous hotel room, away from everyone and everything I know, which makes me feel that, if only for tonight, I could be that slut.

The tension in the room is almost unbearable as Craig takes a swig of his vodka and I wait for him to raise the stakes. “Go on,” he says finally. “Take that robe off for me.”

I set down my glass and walk over to the bed. Craig’s eyes never leave me as my hands fumble with the belt of the robe. I untie it and shrug the garment off, standing before him naked. It’s been a very long time since anyone but Don has seen me this way, and I can’t help being a little insecure as I bare myself to him. I’m sure my body is more mature than those of the girls Craig is used to being with, a little heavier, a little more rounded. But his gaze is eating me up, letting me know just how desirable he finds me.

“Here.” Craig hands me the vibrator, letting his hand brush gently against the curve of my ass. I don’t bother with the lube; I’m already so wet that I know the toy is just going to slip inside me.