A Solitary Hotel Room

The name might seem misleading; wouldn't it be better to share my hotel room with its large bed and crisp linen? I don't disagree but I also want to dwell on the pleasures of having such a room to myself.

I walked into mine, switched on the light, closed the door behind me and took in its warmth and clean smell. I put down my bag, kicked off my shoes and then proceeded to pull off the rest of my clothes and spread out on the bed. I was tired from the journey but exhilarated at being in a new city with several hours of exploration ahead of me. I love being naked in my room; such a wonderful sense of freedom. A hotel room can be a happy cocoon from the everyday stresses of life.

Yes, it would be fun to explore the city with a companion but, alone, I could shamelessly and selfishly please myself in any way that I wanted, without pausing to consider the needs of anyone else. Its a rare luxury and one that I happily indulged myself in.

On the bed that night, I slowly and luxuriously pleased myself in another way.

I slept deeply and peacefully.