What I love about this image is that it's clearly a motel, with the same room layout of any motel room. Walk in, the bathroom is to the right, then the TV and mini-fridge and desk with the TV guide, and the two queen beds with the starched, scratchy sheets. The cups are wrapped in plastic. The carpet smells a bit musty. And for whatever reason, it's a total turn on.
When couples leave the routine of the bedroom, somehow motels are sexually charged. Many nights while traveling I've heard the headboard slapping the adjacent wall. When I've been in motels, I've been that person, grunting and panting and screwing like its the first time. What is it about the plain wall paper, ugly art, ice bucket and rubber-lined curtains, that gets us so hot and ready to romp?
Je ne sais pas.
Whatever it is, this lovely lady is ready. She's stripped naked and goes to the door to hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and then bolt it, just in case.
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