Whatever Happened to Motel Sex?

Does the secret to a great love life lie in a cheap room that charges by the hour?

You remember that feeling, don’t you? You’re 18, all horned up, with no where to bang. So you’d borrow your parent’s car, pick up your fling-of-the-month, and head out to the nearest inn which, for 20 bucks, got you an hour’s stay and a complimentary bottle of sparkling wine.

Motels had less to do with commitment and EVERYTHING to do with simple, no frills slamming!

Amidst the peeling wallpaper, the leaky (and often rusty) faucet, and the strange odor coming from the worn-out carpet, you were still able to let loose and go nuts on each other. You could even yell as loud as you wanted to—didn’t matter who heard.

Those, dear readers, were the joys of motel sex. And I’d say a comeback is in order!

The Dirtier, the Better

While most of us wouldn’t dream of setting foot in a dumpy hotel these days—especially in our “mature” years—there’s something to be said for getting down and dirty in a sleazy, seedy, cum-stained room…it’s kinda hot, mostly because you’ve stripped away all of the pretense and are only focused on ONE thing.

So Wrong, Yet So Right

For girls, especially those brought up in strict Catholic households, sneaking off to a motel provides a much-needed rebellious rush.

And for those commitment-phobic young guys, a $20 romp means no cuddling, no mixed messages, and no post-coital chit chat on “where this is all going”.

It’s just sex, pure and simple.

Or, for all the cheaters out there, motel sex also comes with the added thrill (i.e. fear) of getting caught.

But no matter what the motive, the one common denominator in any good motel sex story is SEX…untamed and uninhibited.

Should you be spending more Saturday nights here?

Where Did All The Fun Go?

As we get older, the motel escapade become obsolete. We get our own places, acquire more refined tastes, and lead busier lives.

But why does it need to be relegated to the teenage years?

Is it crazy to think that an “older” couple can find some joy in sleazing up their romance a little, to revisit a time in their lives when life—and love—were simpler and more carefree?

And with nothing to base myself on other than Bachelor Intuition, I’d also assume that’s it’s tough for a couple to feel sexy in the same home that they help their kids with their homework in, or the same bed that their child crawls into every night.

For all the talk of role-playing in the bedroom, how’s this for a scenario: Once a week, you and your lover pretend to be teenagers in heat and “sneak off” for a quickie at a local dump.

Bring Back the Sleaze

Somewhere, deep down in all of us, is an inner-slut waiting to burst out. And a motel provides the perfect safe haven for us to let our guard down and succumb to our most primal need.

Maybe, just maybe, we need to spend less time out of our comfort zone, and more time in a heart-shaped Jacuzzi.