How did you come up with the idea for your story in Do Not Disturb?
“Heart-Shaped Holes” was mostly fiction, but it was based on a few real things. Like my main character, I was in a less than sexually satisfying relationship with a man. The beginning of the story is my vision of what life would have been like had I actually gotten married to him (and we were frighteningly close to that prospect). Of course he was not entirely as bad as the male character in this story, so I should be fair to him on that point.
The story is also about that moment of discovery every lesbian or bisexual woman has when she realizes she’s turned on by someone of her own gender. It’s a magical moment, whether you wind up staying with the person in the long term or not. That, too, was based partially on my life.
Were you inspired by any particular hotels?
The hotel is mostly just my vision of what a random seedy hotel looks like, but the heart shaped tubs are based on real ones they had in Mount Airy Lodge. I used to see the commercials for them all the time when I was younger. (Maybe you remember them too if you were in the New York area in the 80s?) It looked very fun and romantic. The guy and girl would walk via a special ramp to get into the tub and then they’d be having champagne and you just knew what would happen next. I loved it! Of course, I was about four at the time I was watching this, mind you. Strange, the things that stay in the mind.
Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?
Definitely the bed, with the hot tub running a close second.
What’s been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?
I was working at a fancy-schmancy event my company was doing at the Waldorf Astoria, and my job was to greet incoming guests and tell them where the event was being held. A woman starts walking up the stairs and I immediately recognize her. I tell her where the event is and she says in a very uppity voice, “My dear–I’ve been coming here since before you were born!” It was Kitty Carlisle Hart, God rest her soul.
What do you think a hotel needs to make it a “sexy hotel?”
I think it helps to pull out all the stops with the strawberries and champagne and such. But mostly, it depends on who you’re with. I once was in what I thought was a pretty sexy hotel but I was miserable because I wasn’t with who I was supposed to be 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 really would love to stay in the Library Hotel in New York City one of these days. From what I’ve seen on their web site they put a premium on making the experience sexy for their guests, with their special erotic-themed room, the Erotica Suite, which you mentioned in your intro to Do Not Disturb.I also like the fact that the Library Hotel understands a place can be sexy without being sleazy.
What’s next for you?
Well, hopefully, more erotica stories will be published, maybe some non-fiction, and I am working on Novel Try Number Two after finally having gotten over the heartbreak of not being able to revise Novel Try Number One. Oh, and I’ll be at In The Flesh in June! I’m really looking forward to that.
Below is an excerpt from Madlyn March’s story “Heart-Shaped Holes.” Read the entire story in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories and come out on June 18th to hear her read it at LGBT Erotica Night at In The Flesh Reading Series in NYC.
“Anyway,” I continued, “we were watching this lesbian porn film, and I thought maybe a woman’s lips, just that they’re softer, not that I’m a lesbian or anything. Not that there’s something wrong with it, but I’m not. So this woman’s lips, I thought, like, if I could get inside the TV and…okay, I’m not making much sense now, am I?”
“That’s fine. Sense is highly overrated. But forget about that for a second. I have an exciting experiment in mind for you.”
“What is it?” I asked, thinking maybe she had some kind of magical potion that could make me come with my husband.
“Get in the tub. Position yourself against one of the jets. If you can’t get off that way, then you’ll know you have a problem. But if you can, then you’ll know he’s the problem.” She smiled. “Just sit in there for a little while, and when you’re done, let me know what you think.”
I sat outside the tub for a long time, wondering what to do. This weird woman was telling me to have an orgasm in her room. Of all the things I thought would be happening on my wedding night, this was not one of them. But none of the things I had thought would be happening on my wedding night were happening anyway. What the hell? I was here. Nobody would ever know. And I was curious.
I undressed, turned the water on and went in. I searched for a jet. I found it and slowly pushed my pussy up to it. At first, it was just a pleasant feeling, like when you get a massage. But then the pressure felt different, and I got a very strange urge to thrust my hips against the water like a maniac. The pain in my pussy was now definitely forgotten.
The more I pushed myself up to the flow, the more intense the feeling was. All I wanted to do was sit there all day with water gushing between my legs. And yet I was going mad. This was nice, but there had to be something more. I was desperate for some resolving of this torture, but there was no relief, only more excitement.
And then the water shut off.