I never want to fuck to get pregnant more than when I am in a hotel. I've often wondered why that is.  The second I hit the check in desk, the hormones flare, my mind pinpoints exactly where my favorite vibrator is in my luggage, and my panties start to get moist.  The quiver of need starts deep in my muscles and my nipples start to get hard. 

As soon as I walk into the room, I throw the curtains open and turn the air down.  Suitcase thrown open, I find the tools for the job and throw the comforter back, turn something on the TV, and pull th clothes off my body. My nipples harden further and the anticipation builds. 

Once on the bed, I'll work myself into a quick, intense, and very wet orgasm.  And it is intense.  So very intense and entirely it's own brand of pleasure. 

Is it being spread wide and wet on a bed with the curtains open or knowing if you're too loud that other people can easily hear?  Why does my exhibitionism streak become so very pronounced?  Is it the residual sexual energy that's been pounded into the mattress by so many others before me?  Why do I suddenly want to be held down and bred by cock after cock?

This can't be a unique experience.  Surely there are others that, even when checking into a hotel merely to sleep, find their inner slut taking center stage even if the fantasies don't look exactly like mine. 

Commiserate with me, fellow perverts.  What is your process?  What filthy thoughts do you have?  Have you ever been the one that got a noise complaint?  Ever find yourself scrolling Tinder for the most local of the local to date the need?  Share your thoughts and stories.  I'm interested to know.