Guest blog: A trip with my butt plug – the joy of the Hotel Wank

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The most popular sex toy to write about on a sex blog is the humble butt plug. It gets more search traffic than almost any other term. Perhaps because butt plugs are one of the most universal sex toys: they aren’t limited by the kind of genitals you have, and the variations in size or texture mean there are so many kinds of butt plug that there’s something for (almost) everyone. So I’m delighted to welcome this week’s guest blogger who, after experimenting with butt plugs with his wife, decided to take one of their new toys on a solo trip, and fold it into one of the best kinds of wank: the luxury, private, unrestrained hotel wank.

A trip with my butt plug: the joy of the Hotel Wank

“Please don’t open my bag… please don’t open my bag…”

It’s 4pm and I’m at airport security, on my way for yet another work trip to continental Europe. I’ve been doing this dance for nearly 10 years, so the feeling of nervousness at the bag-check zone is something I’ve not had for some time.

You see, last night, whilst packing my bag and hearing from my wife how she was looking forward to sleeping across the middle of the bed that night, an idea popped into my head. We’d really been expanding our horizons in the bedroom over the last few months, and on the dresser, standing proudly, was one of our latest purchases… a slim, slightly curved butt plug. One designed more for him, than her, but one which we had both loved experimenting with. Without really thinking about it, I grabbed said butt plug, along with a small bottle of lube, and stuck it in my bag.

Which is how, as I stand here nervously awaiting my bag to come through the machine, I find myself wracking my brains to try and remember exactly how big the bottle of lube was. Surely it’s less than 100ml and they won’t need to check it…!?

I breathe a sigh of relief as my bag arrives.

The usual schedule follows.. a pint in the airport bar, and an enjoyable hour spent people watching. Idly imagining which of the women walking past my wife would most like to invite into bed with us (another future adventure we had both agreed we wanted to try).

A regular flight, followed by a regular taxi to a regular airport hotel. Check in. At this point, I’m starting to feel pretty excited about the evening ahead of me.

I get into my room and throw my bags onto the bed. Before heading down for dinner, I take my new toy out and lay it out ready for later… it sits there, next to the bottle of lube (50ml).

I head downstairs to eat… burger and a beer. I find myself drifting off and unable to concentrate on my book… soon I’m going to be upstairs and squirming on that thing.

Let me tell you, dear reader, about the Hotel Wank. Something exclusive to us solo travellers who probably travel for work, this prolonged period of rubbing one out becomes the gravitational centre of your evening. Got a team dinner planned for tomorrow night? Then tonight I’m going to be spending the best part of an hour with my cock in my hand. I’ll be planning my night around it, and I’ll be spending most of the evening looking forward to it.

Almost jogging back to my room and opening the door to see my new partner in crime sitting on the bed, I am semi hard already. My clothes disappear as quickly as possible, and I lay a towel out on the bed, ready. Finally a use for all those hotel towels.

By the time I pick my butt plug up, and start covering it in lube, I am so turned on I can barely see past the end of the bed… and after some time spent making sure I am ready, my new toy is buried deep in my arse. That curve hits just the right spot. My cock twitches, and I cannot help but start stroking myself. By this point I am not really in control, acting only on feeling, on instinct, so turned on that I’m just reacting to my body.

I rock back and forth, finding the perfect spot. Still not really in control. My dick is as hard as it’s ever been, and I try to slow down and savour the feeling, without much success. In this moment, after 24 hours of anticipation, I can only get carried away.

When I come, it’s deep and it’s hard and it’s over very quickly. I lie back on the bed exhausted, not really able to move for five minutes or more. Another benefit of the Hotel Wank – you feel less guilty about making a mess.

As I shower afterwards, I find myself wondering if I can get myself out of tomorrow’s team dinner, but then remember – I’m back here again next week. And we’ve got a bigger plug at home that I’ve been dying to try.

 

This guest blog is sponsored by the awesome people at Peepshow Toys – they give me money to keep the site running and help pay guest bloggers for their brilliant work. They also sell a huge range of body-safe sex toys including lots of lovely butt plugs and prostate massagers. Pick your faves and get 10% off with the code GOTN10.

2 Comments

  • David says:

    I fly a lot for work. On a couple of occasions I’ve actually had my glass butt plug in all the way from home through checkin and onto the plane for the hour and a half flight to my work site.

    Bit of a thrill knowing that nobody else is aware that it’s happening, and that nobody would think of me doing this.

  • Zebra Rose says:

    Hurrah for both buttplugs and hotel wanks! As an eager fan of both, I was nodding and grinning all the way through this. Such a fun read!

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