Ah motels, I have such found memories. Hotels too, although, motels have that certain seedy charm that classier joints lack. Motels are for sexy rendez-vous and weekend long sex fests. Hotels are for wedding receptions and elevator trysts.
When I was 18 years-old my ex and I meet for lunch to square things, you know, say our last goodbyes and exchange goods we had left at each others places. It was supposed to be a short lunch, but we ended up walking around the city looking for a motel we could afford. It took us a while, but we found a place that charged by the hour.
There’s something really naughty about renting a room for an hour that gets your juices flowing. The room wasn’t bad; no cockroaches in sight, although, I wouldn’t have wanted to see the sheets under UV lighting. We got straight to business, but when it came to the point of no return we realized that we had forgotten a crucial part in our plan: condoms.
We fought. Neither of us wanted to make the trip to the store to buy some, but by that point I was so revved up and according to my brief calculations I wasn’t ovulating (not a method of birth control I recommend), so I said “fuck it” and took a chance anyway.
I was young, and it was a drama filled goodbye. Luckily, I didn’t get knocked up. Putting that little safe sex mistake aside for a moment, we had a grand old time. There’s nothing like the desperate desire of a last fuck (or two or three). Of course, we would end up going down that road a few more times in the future, but I gotta say I felt really good when I walked away at the end of the night; somehow feeling powerful, because he had been a dick, he still wanted me, and I was the one to walk away.
Motels mean different things to different people, but for a lot of use they are places that stick in our minds as rooms where our private little dramas unfolded an hour at a time. Maybe that’s why I like Chas Ray Krider’s Motel Fetish photograph collection so much. It sure doesn’t hurt that he filled these room with beautiful half-naked models. I’m simply in love with the style of the girls and the aesthetics of the motel rooms. Plus, pin-up vintage lingerie and boobs! There’s just no way to go wrong.
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