You’ll wear a skirt, boyshorts. I know, you prefer dresses. But I’d like you in a skirt, please. And a top that shows off your breasts. We’ll meet at noon. We won’t speak. We’ll kiss hello – hard. We’ll walk two blocks to the hotel. I’ll pay and we’ll check in. Once in the room? [...]
The Herald Square Hotel is in midtown Manhattan, convenient to, well, pretty much everything in midtown. It’s a hotel – a sort of budget hotel, but unlike the Carlton Arms, it caters primarily to grown-ups, and unlike the Liberty Inn, most of the grown-ups to whom it caters aren’t there primarily to fuck. When you [...]
Down the busy block from Baruch College – an undergraduate school of CUNY – in a residential neighborhood of no distinguishable character, the Carlton Arms (or “Artbreak Hotel”) sits. It feels seedy as you approach the locked front door and buzz for admission. A Buddha with a nose polished from years of guests’ rubbing his nose for [...]
This is New York’s preeminent hourly hotel. Their business is hourly, not daily. Their web site proclaims that they are “your rendezvous for romance.” There’s no pretense it’s otherwise, no shame or secrecy in what they are. Their rates are posted, their rules are posted. They provide a specific service and they do it well. [...]
There’s nothing like an hourly hotel. When you walk into such a place, when you greet a clerk and ask if they have a room “for a couple of hours,” it’s an unusual moment: you’re looking in the eyes of someone, announcing your intention to fuck someone, and asking for their help. As you ask, [...]
