Maybe it’s geeky, but in my opinion, this is the sexiest place in the world. The Library Hotel in New York. Isn’t it beautiful?
And each room is furnished with lots of lovely books to peruse. And as someone who is a big fan of erotic literature, I can think of nothing sexier than spending a night or two in this room…
Coming in from the freezing cold, laden down with shopping bags from Bloomingdales and Macy’s and tacky tourist shops, can you just imagine this room waiting for you? A shower and a change into a big fluffy dressing gown, curled up on the bed, finally toasty warm and relaxed. There’s so much to see and do in New York (would you have it any other way?) and after taking all of those touristy photos, wouldn’t it be nice to see a different kind of sight?
Kissing softly, a gentle bite on the lower lip, a little gasp caught in the throat. Hands easing off every last vestige of clothing as you entangle yourself with me. Naked in this beautiful room. Just the two of us. Subdued lighting. You reach for one of the many books on the shelf, a wealth of erotic experience contained within their pages, author’s fantasies preserved in black and white and re-enacted on this bed, in this room.
Your voice is enthralling, deep and almost growling as you read to me. I close my eyes, my breathing deepening as I let the words wash over me, equally turned on by the sound of your voice, knowing you’re turned on too as I am by the desire trapped within the covers of those books. It’s exquisite torture, to hear about the consummation of another’s lust but be unable to satisfy my own. I know it’s just a matter of time. I slowly open my eyes, your eyes still focused on the book in front of you, but your arousal obvious.
I sidle closer to you, my heart beating faster as I kiss up your arm and over your shoulder. You put the book aside, turning your body towards me. I kiss your neck, feeling the hairs on your arm raise up with goosebumps. I love that little power over you, because you know you have every other power over me. You gently push me down onto the bed, the sheets already crumpled. Kissing me softly at first, and then more insistently, pressing your body down into mine.
I feel your cock pressing insistently at my stomach, and I grind myself up into you, needing something more. You pin my hands above my head, I’m yours for the taking. I open my legs and with one gentle movement your cock thrusts deep inside my wet cunt, stretching me, making me gasp. It feels too good. And just like the couple in the pages of that book, our bodies move in unison, or at least, they try to. Because sex is never like it is in the movies, or on a blog. A little mis-timing and somebody’s nose gets smushed. Or somebody leans on somebody’s hair. Or something gets pinched or squeezed a little too tightly. But it’s funner that way. To giggle and yelp and smile together.
So we try our best to make it perfect, like it should be in a novel. The setting’s just right, the lighting is fitting. There’s a bowl of strawberries on the side which would be perfect for some conveniently over-acted seduction. And some whipped cream, which could come in handy although it would be messier and stickier than imagined. A pocket guide to the Kama Sutra too, there couldn’t be a better place to have sex. And yet we end up the same way we always do. You on top, because I like to feel the weight of you on top of me. To have you moaning in my ear. To have my legs wrapped around the base of your back. To have you thrusting deep inside me. My hand on my clit, intensifying all the sensations. And we’re good at it now. Cumming together. I only have to ask, to beg you to cum deep inside me and I get what I want, the pulsing of your cock inside me making me cum as well. And that’s something they teach you in the movies and in the books.
And despite that wealth of experience in those books, despite the desire trapped within those pages, it would be far sexier just you and me, writing our own erotic tale. The paraphernalia and the props aren’t what would make it hot.
But I still want to do it in this gorgeous place.












