How adventurous are you?
Where's the kinkiest place you have had sex? An airplane, a parking lot, or maybe just your bedroom? Certain PDA is not for everyone and it's definitely not for me. For most of us we are either afraid of getting caught or that our partners will reject the idea of doing it in the back seat of a taxi driving down Time Square. So now that the wheels are turning in your head, I ask you again, Where's the kinkiest place you've done the dirty deed?
DISCLAIMER:
Before you continue indulging in my memoir, if you are a prude or uptight, then stop reading this. Go back to cleaning your house while tending to your crying Ivy League prodigies. Actually, just don't read any of my blogs because you will not like them, or worse, you will. But for those of you who read my blogs regularly, call me, because we should be friends.
If you have read my previous blogs, you already know that my husband and I have a very healthy sex life and I am more of a submissive wife than I am a submissive lover. I let him have a lot of control in our everyday lives but when it comes to the bedroom, I have a hard time letting him take control. Having said that, I do love it when I do let go of the reigns and allow him to ravish me like the bad girl I am. Now that I have gotten completely off-topic, let's go back to the first statement. Keeping it spicy between the sheets. Or in this case, between the floors.
Elevator fantasies
When my husband was turning 30 and he wanted it to be a very special birthday. He dropped plenty of hints for different fantasies of his. He was not subtle at all ladies. One of his fantasies was to have sex in a public elevator. Seriously? What the hell? Since it was his 30th, I wanted to fulfill his fantasy but didn't know if I would be able to actually follow through with it. I started researching buildings with discreet and unpopular elevators. That is harder task than one would think. I looked at every hotel, office building, bomb shelter; you name it. Nothing was good enough.
Then all of the sudden, the sun started to shine, my toes tingled a little, and my heart was full of excitement, and disappointment, that I had found the perfect spot. The Westin Bonaventure Hotel in Los Angeles. They have a beautiful hotel with gorgeous glass elevators that overlook the 405 freeway. I figured we could stay at the hotel for his birthday, have fun birthday sex, and maybe if I grew big enough balls over night we could have sex in the elevator. How great of a story would Adam have after that? Not only was it sex in an elevator but a public elevator that clearly has no privacy.
How the night began
I made sure that everything else about that night was romantic and perfect, just in case I chickened out at the last minute. I booked a beautiful suite overlooking the city skyline and ordered chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of his favorite wine to be in the room before we arrived. He had no clue why I chose this hotel. He just thought we were going to have loud and dirty hotel sex. No matter how nervous I got when I would think about his fantasy, I kept reminding myself that at least one night a year, I can't let the "normal" me take control of the night.
We walked to the nearest sushi restaurant for dinner and I wore a dress just above my knees with no panties under. When it comes to illegal quickies, you need easy access. By 2am, we had shut down the sushi restaurant and were drunk off our asses.
The security cameras are entertained
As we stumbled into the elevator doors my liquid courage finally kicked in. I pressed the button to the 35th floor and stood directly in front of him. I unzipped his zipper and hiked up my dress. Once he realized what was going on, it only took 1.5 seconds for his soldier to salute me. We then started to steam up the glass as big things started to happen. We then heard a DING. Wait what? Someone was getting on the elevator. Why the hell was someone getting on the elevator at 2am and why the hell were they going up? We stood there like two statues, not breathing, our hearts pumping out of our chests. Maybe if we didn't move, they wouldn't notice we were there. At least that was my thought. Adam wanted to make it very clear and uncomfortable to everyone in that hot box. He constantly lifted up my skirt and rubbed my... Ding; yes they got off on floor 6. We laughed and began where we left off while staring at the cars on the freeway below us. DING. Are you fucking kidding me? Again? This time it wasn't a young couple and the guy knew exactly what we were doing. He gave Adam a quick nod and then a wink. His woman was completely clueless and looked like she is about to puke all over her too tight for her boobs, and dress. Ding, 12th floor, they got off. We are back at it, on our way up. The 35th floor came a little too quickly for us so I pressed the lobby button and we went back down. Luckily there were no more interruptions and the ride blissfully came to an end. We got off on the 10th floor and waddled to our room like two penguins in love.
Honestly, ladies, I was terrified that we would get arrested but I figured if we were going to have mug shots taken, then at least it would be for a great reason. It has been a very adventurous ten years and the elevator story is still something my lover likes to share. So raise your glass of wine or anything hard, and salute to making fond memories that you and your partner can brag about for years to cum.
Tennille Melcher
Photographer & CEO