This is cross-posted with the Do Not Disturb blog.
This is the first in a series of author interviews with the contributors to Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories. Stay tuned for more!
How did you come up with the idea for your story “Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel” in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories?
I love hotel lobby bars; whenever I'm in one I always eavesdrop on conversations. I find it fascinating that they are meeting places for strangers, there for conferences or other gatherings.
Were you inspired by any particular hotels?
In Ottawa, there's a hotel downtown, which is part of the Westin Hotel chain and is attached to a large mall, the Rideau Centre and a conference centre. It has a great lobby bar with a fantastic view of a famous landmark hotel, the Chauteau Laurier.
Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?
The lobby as in my story, but also the elevator. Lots of possibilities for play there, especially if you have a room on the top floor of a tall building.
What's been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?
I once had a threesome at the Westin with my husband and a man I'd met on line. We all fucked in the big bed. I sucked my husband's cock while the other guy did me doggy style. We had a view of the Canadian Parliament Buildings. It was both arousing and inspiring.
What do you think a hotel needs to make it a "sexy hotel?"
I hate to sound obsessive, but it needs a really good lobby bar for clandestine encounters and hook ups with strangers. The Ritz Carlton in Montreal has a very sexy lobby bar with good snacks and great martinis. It also has a tea room for more delicate assignations.
Is there a specific hotel you've stayed in which you recommend, and/or a hotel you want to stay in, and why?
Isn't there a hotel in New York that will send up sex toys to your room? That would be fun. I also recommend the Mirror Lake Inn in Lake Placid New York. Some of the rooms that are not part of the main building have spiral staircases and fireplaces. Then after your wild sexual escapades you can go take a walk around the beautiful lake.
What's next for you?
In the spring, I have a story called "Ghost Swinger" coming out in the on line anthology Swing! put out by Logical Lust and edited by Jolie du Pre. Another story, "the Juice Extractors" will appear in the Ultimate Art of Erotica, 2009, published by Crystal Dreams. I believe that book will be out by the summer. I also blog over at my erotica blog: amandrotica.blogspot.com.
And here's a little sneak peak at Amanda's story, "Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel," which opens Do Not Disturb, but do be sure to get the book to read the whole thing.
I’ve always had a thing for hotel lobby bars. They act as a buffer between business and pleasure. Sometimes business is pleasure. I shiver with desire in the shadow of a group of bankers or politicians sipping their scotch, the scent of money and power folded into every crease of their navy blue suits. Do these men have mistresses or escorts waiting for them in their luxury suites? Maybe a bellboy will kneel for them after he takes their luggage up to their rooms, for a little money in his palm. Or perhaps basking in the afterglow of a strategic win is all they need, sitting in this bar, nursing their drinks. They never seem in any hurry to leave.
These establishments have their own sets of rules--check your morality at the door along with your suitcase. When you visit a hotel lobby bar, anything can happen. What I like about them is their illicitness, the fact that they are just steps away from elevators that carry clandestine lovers up to hotel beds where so many other people have fucked or cried or indulged in decadent room service dinners. Or maybe it’s their transitory nature…places where strangers pass in the night for one brief encounter that could change their lives forever--or at least for right now.
The woman sitting at the wrought iron and marble table for two near the window and sipping a dry martini with two olives is a sales rep, most likely for a pharmaceutical company. There are numerous drug sales reps in hotel lobby bars at any given moment.
I notice her the moment she walks in. I muse over whether she’s a blatant or merely accidental exhibitionist.