A writer in a magazine I picked up recently from one of the lounges at Gatwick confessed to being horrified by their fellow travellers’ antics.
“Who’s to know, after all, what kind of debauchery has gone on in our hotel room? Let’s face it, there’s a lot of weirdos* out there, and a lot of them come to hotels to engage in the kind of activity they can’t get away with** at home.”
Sitting on the bed, they found themselves “wondering how I would ever get a decent night’s sleep thinking about what some perv*** may have been up to in**** it the previous evening.”
I found that thought quite hot, actually – provided I was confident that the hotel’s laundry and cleaning services were up to scratch. Indeed, the next time I’m in a hotel, I think I might rather enjoy conjuring up mental images of its previous night’s debauchery.
Footnotes – magazine terminology explained:
* weirdo: someone with different tastes to my own
** get away with: because they and their partner(s) wouldn’t actually willingly do this stuff together
*** perv: see weirdo
**** “in” the bed? Is it just me, or is “on” the bed far more usual for fun than anything “in” it. Or should we all simply be having missionary position sex under the duvet? (Not that that can’t be lovely and intimate sometimes!)