Coming up for air

Well, it's obvious from my lack of posts that my new job has kept me crazy busy. I think the worst is over now. More employees have been hired and trained in, so that's starting to take some pressure off me.

What has suffered, unfortunately, is my blog and even working on my book. It's really frustrating because that's what I would rather be spending my time and energy on, but I just haven't had any time or energy to spare.

Oh, to win the lottery.

Last night we stayed at a hotel. So you know what that means, crazy, happy hotel sex. If there were any other guests staying in the vicinity of our room or walking the hallway at the right time, they were sure to get an earful.

Chad's theory about sex-related noise at a hotel is that it's expected. If someone were to hear us they would simply think, 'Ah, somebody's getting it good.' Which is, I am sure, how he would react if our neighbors started getting it on very vocally.

But I worry of the people with children or the old, crabby people that are just trying to get some sleep. I assume their reaction to loud sex would be less forgiving. I hasn't happened yet, but I'm waiting for someone to bang on the wall angrily or call the front desk and complain.

Last night, as usual, I was lost in my own little world. I wasn't thinking about old people in polyester or children just trying to sleep in their innocence. That's the best way to have sex, of course. If you are thinking about what you need to do tomorrow at work or making a grocery list for Thanksgiving in your head, somebody isn't doing something right, whether it is you, your partner or a combination.

Last night I was enjoying some amazing oral sex from Chad. He had his face buried in my pussy and was doing everything just right. Sound was just pouring from me like steam from a tea kettle.

Then, for just a second, I became aware of my surroundings. I think I heard some muffled noises coming from a nearby room, which reminded me I was not at home in my own bed. I considered, briefly, whether I should try to be quieter, but it just didn't happen. I was way to far gone for logical thinking.

So, as I said, some people very well could have heard us. I hope it inspired them, rather than upset or angered them. But in the end it really doesn't matter. That moment of orgasm is - and should be - a very selfish moment. All my husband and I were thinking of right then was our mutual pleasure.

So what do you the rest of you think? Is it, as Chad says, expected that a hotel or motel could ring with the sounds of rowdy sex? Do you worry about your volume when you are getting your hotel sex fix? Or do you really cut loose? I'm also curious to hear if there is anyone out there that has been reported on for having loud sex in a hotel.

I've never heard another couple having sex through the walls of a hotel room. If it were just me and my husband, I doubt very much that it would bother us.

Have any of you had that experience? What was your reaction to the noises of bliss coming from the other room?