Name a Hotel, Win a Trip

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:

Sexy NYC Valentine’s Day hotel deals

If I had someone to share the room with, I’d totally book one of these!

Via New York Daily News, which has more NYC hotel deals:

All signs point to love with the Benjamin’s Star Struck package. Starting at $389 per night, it gives couples a luxury suite, a bottle of chilled Prosecco, rose-petal turndown service and two tickets to view cosmic constellations at the Hayden Planetarium. In addition, couples will receive a keepsake Swarovski crystal heart and a copy of “Love After Sex: Relationships by the Stars.” www.thebenjamin.com.

The Marmara Manhattan‘s Valentine’s Weekend package includes two nights’ accommodation in a one-bedroom suite, a dozen roses – plus rose petals on the bed – Champagne, chocolate-covered Turkish-delight candies and a Kama Sutra kit for adventurous couples looking to indulge their sensuous side. Priced at $699; www.marmara-manhattan.com.

Coincidentally, February happens to be Chocolate Lovers Month. To celebrate, 70 Park Avenue Hotel is bringing guests more than just chocolates on their pillows. How sweet is 15% off the best available rate for the entire month? What’s more, there are complimentary chocolate tastings, chocolate and wine pairings by Tumbador Chocolate and artisanal samplings by Divine Chocolate. Guests can also receive a free consultation with the in-house “romance sommelier,” who can set the perfect scene, from staging an over-the-top proposal in a quintessential New York setting to creating a romantic playlist for a guestroom. Rates start at $279 (use rate code CLM); www.70parkave.com.

Play out your friskiest fantasies at Affinia Hotels with the Naughty and Nice romance package. From $289, the one-night deal includes a split of Champagne, rose-petal turndown service, a romantic in-room movie, a box of handmade Jacques Torres chocolates and an Agent Provocateur strip-poker set; www.affinia.com.

New York’s most notorious hotels

These are not necessarily the sexiest, but they are “notorious” according to Gridskipper, including Hotel Elysee:

The long list of illustrious guests who’ve stayed at this boutique hotel includes playwright Tennessee Williams, who lived in the “Sunset Suite” until his death there in … 1983. The police say that Williams died after choking on the cap to one of the numerous bottles of prescription pills that littered his room, but his brother insists that he was murdered. The Elysee has free wi-fi and reservations start at $275 a night.

I totally want to stay at the Chelsea Star Hotel

But I live in New York, where Chelsea Star Hotel is located (300 West 30th Street at 8th Avenue), so…not sure when I’ll have the chance to splurge. Still, how cool do these rooms look? But no private bathrooms, which to me is a must for sexiness.

I discovered it via the photo directly below by Flickr user striatic – the beds are not the most opulent but how romantic are these stars?

And for gay men and other Madonna fans…there’s a Madonna room!!

Esther Williams room (a double, but how gorgeous?)

Deluxe room at Chelsea Star Hotel

Liberty Inn = “Best By-The-Hour Hotel”

New York magazine crowned the Liberty Inn “Best By-The-Hour Hotel” this year:

Liberty Inn
51 Tenth Ave., at 14th St. 212-741-2333
When it comes to hotels with hourly rates, a lack of pretense can be awfully charming. The Liberty Inn is unabashedly the place to go for some afternoon delight (just take a peek at its not-so-subtle Website, libertyinnnyc.com). Discreetly located in the middle of the West Side Highway, it practically is its own little sex island, making it highly unlikely that you’ll run into anyone you’d rather avoid. On weekdays, $59 ($65 evenings and weekends) will buy you three hours in one of its clean, functional rooms (some of which offer classically prurient mirrored walls and ceilings). Romantic Interlude rooms with hot tubs are yours for an additional $15. The manager points out that all the rooms have six channels of free porn, wide-screen TVs, and “black out” capacity for enhanced privacy.

Here’s a photo from their site of the Romantic Interlude room:

College Callgirl’s Guide to NYC Sex Hotels

A classic Gridskipper post – College Callgirls’s Guide to NYC Sex Hotels. I’ll pick one to highlight that I’ve actually had sex in:

The Madison is offering “special summer rates” of $120 to $164 per day. I’m surprised they don’t have hourly options, since College Callgirl claims “the Madison hotel is … in frequent use by the crackheads, hookers, and perverts that are my people, and the management likes us.”

Madison Hotel
21 E 27th St
New York, NY 10016
(212) 532-7373

Here’s some of what I did there:

When we get to the hotel, he is as charming and gallant as if this were a normal date. He’s brought everything I could have wanted and more—condoms, lube, vibrators, along with bananas, Power Bars, vanilla-scented shampoo, and candles. There are a few moments of slight awkwardness, but they quickly fade. It’s a relief to focus solely on our bodily pleasure without any dating drama. It’s amazing how easily I’m able to adjust to his transition from relative stranger to new sex partner. Even though I know he wouldn’t be a suitable boyfriend, once I accept that this is casual sex, nothing more and nothing less, I can focus solely on my physical pleasure. I’m fixated on his long, soft fingers, and suckle them each one by one until he makes me stop so he can undress me. I’m already wet and don’t protest. “Welcome home,” he says, referring to my six sex-free months, as his hands stroke my pussy until it feels like a continuous round of palms caressing me.

He’s brought a Hitachi Magic Wand, as befits Betty Dodson’s boy toy, and shows me various positions I’ve never heard of—one leg straight and one leg raised up on a pillow, one with me on my hands and knees while he stands behind me—all interesting, but also distracting. I’m used to using my Magic Wand at home, alone, in a very precise way. We try these out and then go back to more familiar positions.

I’ve had to pee since I arrived, but forget about it in the midst of my arousal. When we’re done with round one, I can’t wait anymore and get up to use the bathroom. As I’m sitting naked on the toilet, poised with my legs spread, he comes in without asking. I’m all set to tell him to go away but he shushes me and I let him stay. Then his hand reaches between my legs. I’m not prepared for the immense shock waves of arousal his touch brings me. I’ve only been in this situation once before, and I couldn’t pee at all. But Eric stares at me as he strokes my oversensitive clit, and the more he does, the more I tremble. I still have to pee, but now that desire battles with my need to come. My toes are pointed and my legs shake so hard I have to hold onto the bathtub’s edge. I shudder for several very long moments as I pee over his fingers. It’s hotter than anything I could’ve planned, perhaps because I’m part horrified, part turned on.