i’ve always loved jessies eyes…her naughty smile…i was always enamored by her small perfect breasts.but it was her shoulder blades,her hip bones,her erotic belly that always kept me coming back for more.i remember the time in the motel,after we broke up and got back together,but before we broke up again how i woke up her straddling my manhood-
Dan
wow i wuz at 1 once my little sis stole the bible makes me miss chicago my old life n the trip to here!
Camile rosily
for some reason motels always seemed so frightening and unsafe to me. I am not sure what gave motels such a negative connotation, in my mind, of course. They really give me anxiety. Also i can’t help but think about the low grade, kinky, spontaneous, rushed, unfaithful sexual acts that have occurred there.
gabrielle
place where people meet to have sex, i honestly dont agree with it but alot of people have been doing it lately. I dont believe in sleeping in the sheets, i dont think they change it very often, and things always seem to break in those type of places, i hate going to motels.
ingrydd
There is a motel on the corner, with only one dim street light. It is univiting yet everyone must stop and look at it. How is it that this one place can attract so many? You would never suspect that one motel to be so enchanting.
that smooth, stiff feeling of starched sheets, bleached white to remove a plethora of stains. cold under the blankets, I slide awkwardly, edges tucked in too tightly and I can’t move. silence and stillness and highway lights blind me through the crack between the drapes and the wall. I’ll lie and stare at the ceiling, waiting for the wake up call.
In the dark motel,
she met her match; he
crawled through the cracks that
she had mortared and painted
painstakingly
and lured her in with a small metal key.
it slipped through the locks,
made a small groan, and she was caught;
undone.
The motel’s sign shown bright from the wet road and mom suggested we stop. I looked at the run down old building and grimaced.
“Can’t we find a different building to spend a dark, rainy night in?” I protested.
a place where one can get raped, or rape somebody. also a good place to spend the night if your low on cash and sanity, as well as being hammered or on coke. and thats all i have to say about that.
john q penis
trashy place where people go to be weird. prom after parties. really sketchy places where people go to get killed and stupid things always happen there and it’s kind of weird because it’s not much less than a hotel i guess but oh the silver slipper hotel my mom used to spend the night there once with her mom.
taylor
It was a dark motel on the roadside. I didn’t notice it until I was nearly past it Exhaustion, fear and hunger were working their y up to my nervesystem. I had to rest, quickly. But when I parked my car and walked to the front door, I saw there was no light at all. I desperately started yelling at the closed doors and windows. Somebody had to guard the building, right? I was just about to give up, when suddenly a strange light flickered at my left…
Alina de Waal
There was a dark motel in an alley up the street.It was known for a murder that happened there in the 60s .Blood on the walls.Blood everywhere
Chris American
i’ve always wanted to travel across the country. maybe stop in at scary looking, dirty motels. the types you expect to find cum stains and serial killers at. the really affordable ones that you’d come home to tell some great stories about your adventures. i just wanted to travel across the country with the little bit of money i have. why not make it exciting?
I entered the inn. It looked like a cheap motel at best, with everything battered and ripped apart. It didn’t have quite the air of the same filthiness that a bad hotel in our world would, at least, and didn’t feel like one might get an STD simply from breathing in the air, but rather a feeling of traveller’s weariness, a smell of dirt and sweat.
One time I stayed in a motel. It was kinda dingy, and I had to sleep on the floor because the room was overcrowded. Should there be a dash between over and crowded? I don’t know. I really ought to look up more information on the correct use of dashes. Time’s almost up…oh well.
They were staying at this dirty motel, there were bottles on the floor, everything was dusty and now they needed to leave. They had no money, though. Where could they go? They tried making a phone call, but couldn’t. The phone was mute. “Do you have the car key?”
Alessandra
She lit a cigarette while he put his pants on, grabbed his shirt and walked out of the motel room. She felt dirty, lonely, she wanted to curl up and die. She hated what she had to do for money.
He left the motel. Got in his little black car, and drove away. And he knew that the Senator would never proposition his daughter again. It was a bad year to be a Republican.
motel hotel, holiday inn. a place for hookers, truckers and drug dealers to do business and seek refuge. Safe haven for all of those skating under the rug of society. Bedbugs, termites, illegal immigrants, stained sheets.
Brendan
Motel’s can be gross and then they can be clean. How do you know if a motel is clean or not? You smell it!
You know what they do in those places right? … I dunno either. I’ve never stayed at a motel. I don’t wanna catch anything. I think if I so much as sat on one of their chairs (if they provide you with one) I’d get an STD.
Motels are generally cheap, and they remind me of murders and rapes. I probably would be afraid that my room would have bugs and roaches, or the sheets would be dirty. Overall, they just seem unkempt and disgusting. I wouldn’t stay in one.
Olivia
Let’s go back to our secret motel and do the things we did in our youth. Nobody has to know and I won’t tell the world about our secret motel.
“I would take a dingy motel over this.” Marisol said in disgust. We looked over at her in amusement and kept setting up our tent. “Weren’t you conceived in a tent somewhere in Antarctica?” Leiko asked. We all burst out into laughter while Marisol gave us a dirty look. “No!”
I never really liked motels because they stink and I always had to sleep on top of the covers because my Mom said I would get lice. I was afraid of getting bit my roaches. And never mind the images i my mind of what scandalous couple had slept there the night before… had they even washed the sheets? The TV would only have 3 channels. I didn’t care I would sleep in the car if I had to.
Andre
They met at the old motel. He was young yet and she was heavy set. They were the only chance each other had. The nigh
Down the long, winding road, past the old gas station on the right and beyond the junk yard…that’s where we met. The old motel still holds those secrets from yesteryear…
I’m living in a motel at tomorrow’s best. Can you come? Don’t surprise me just arrive with your produce and Charlie. He can come. Just please clean on him off all of the dirt and such, he is rather a smelly sir.
I look forward to our shared perambulations this week.
I watched a film with the name Vacancy and then stayed in a motel the next week. I could not sleep but stayed up watching the floor in the bathroom. I could not sleep but managed to drifft off to a peaceful slumber on the toilet.
I could not sleep and was tired the next day.
I watched a film with the name Vacancy and then stayed in a motel the next week. I could not sleep but stayed up watching the floor in the bathroom. I could not sleep but managed to drifft off to a peaceful slumber on the toiler.
That very word makes me linch, motels are probably one of the scariest places on earth. What is that red stain on the carpet? Why does it smell like feet? Gee, I dunno maybe someone murdered a prositute here on this lonley old highway in Alabama.
Lauren
I looked at the paper. “Number 13” it said. Glancing at the door just before me, I saw that I was standing just two doors down. Quietly, I set my bag down and withdrew my.22, screwing the silencer I had handcrafted specially for the job onto the end. I loved motel jobs. The approach and the escape were easy.
Heather
gasoline and a cheap motel, you say you do but you dont know me that well.
..i fear staying at a motel,or hotel or even a bed & breakfast..the tv has scared me with all of it’s tales of bedbugs..i’d rather sleep in my car…
i’ve always loved jessies eyes…her naughty smile…i was always enamored by her small perfect breasts.but it was her shoulder blades,her hip bones,her erotic belly that always kept me coming back for more.i remember the time in the motel,after we broke up and got back together,but before we broke up again how i woke up her straddling my manhood-
wow i wuz at 1 once my little sis stole the bible makes me miss chicago my old life n the trip to here!
for some reason motels always seemed so frightening and unsafe to me. I am not sure what gave motels such a negative connotation, in my mind, of course. They really give me anxiety. Also i can’t help but think about the low grade, kinky, spontaneous, rushed, unfaithful sexual acts that have occurred there.
place where people meet to have sex, i honestly dont agree with it but alot of people have been doing it lately. I dont believe in sleeping in the sheets, i dont think they change it very often, and things always seem to break in those type of places, i hate going to motels.
There is a motel on the corner, with only one dim street light. It is univiting yet everyone must stop and look at it. How is it that this one place can attract so many? You would never suspect that one motel to be so enchanting.
that smooth, stiff feeling of starched sheets, bleached white to remove a plethora of stains. cold under the blankets, I slide awkwardly, edges tucked in too tightly and I can’t move. silence and stillness and highway lights blind me through the crack between the drapes and the wall. I’ll lie and stare at the ceiling, waiting for the wake up call.
In the dark motel,
she met her match; he
crawled through the cracks that
she had mortared and painted
painstakingly
and lured her in with a small metal key.
it slipped through the locks,
made a small groan, and she was caught;
undone.
The motel’s sign shown bright from the wet road and mom suggested we stop. I looked at the run down old building and grimaced.
“Can’t we find a different building to spend a dark, rainy night in?” I protested.
a place where one can get raped, or rape somebody. also a good place to spend the night if your low on cash and sanity, as well as being hammered or on coke. and thats all i have to say about that.
trashy place where people go to be weird. prom after parties. really sketchy places where people go to get killed and stupid things always happen there and it’s kind of weird because it’s not much less than a hotel i guess but oh the silver slipper hotel my mom used to spend the night there once with her mom.
It was a dark motel on the roadside. I didn’t notice it until I was nearly past it Exhaustion, fear and hunger were working their y up to my nervesystem. I had to rest, quickly. But when I parked my car and walked to the front door, I saw there was no light at all. I desperately started yelling at the closed doors and windows. Somebody had to guard the building, right? I was just about to give up, when suddenly a strange light flickered at my left…
There was a dark motel in an alley up the street.It was known for a murder that happened there in the 60s .Blood on the walls.Blood everywhere
i’ve always wanted to travel across the country. maybe stop in at scary looking, dirty motels. the types you expect to find cum stains and serial killers at. the really affordable ones that you’d come home to tell some great stories about your adventures. i just wanted to travel across the country with the little bit of money i have. why not make it exciting?
I entered the inn. It looked like a cheap motel at best, with everything battered and ripped apart. It didn’t have quite the air of the same filthiness that a bad hotel in our world would, at least, and didn’t feel like one might get an STD simply from breathing in the air, but rather a feeling of traveller’s weariness, a smell of dirt and sweat.
One time I stayed in a motel. It was kinda dingy, and I had to sleep on the floor because the room was overcrowded. Should there be a dash between over and crowded? I don’t know. I really ought to look up more information on the correct use of dashes. Time’s almost up…oh well.
They were staying at this dirty motel, there were bottles on the floor, everything was dusty and now they needed to leave. They had no money, though. Where could they go? They tried making a phone call, but couldn’t. The phone was mute. “Do you have the car key?”
She lit a cigarette while he put his pants on, grabbed his shirt and walked out of the motel room. She felt dirty, lonely, she wanted to curl up and die. She hated what she had to do for money.
He left the motel. Got in his little black car, and drove away. And he knew that the Senator would never proposition his daughter again. It was a bad year to be a Republican.
motel hotel, holiday inn. a place for hookers, truckers and drug dealers to do business and seek refuge. Safe haven for all of those skating under the rug of society. Bedbugs, termites, illegal immigrants, stained sheets.
Motel’s can be gross and then they can be clean. How do you know if a motel is clean or not? You smell it!
I went to the motel where I asked for a room. They said the inn was full. I was shocked at this as the inn was never full.
The motel was empty except for a few people that came in during the night. I t was dark and rainy but it didn’t keep the people out of it.
You know what they do in those places right? … I dunno either. I’ve never stayed at a motel. I don’t wanna catch anything. I think if I so much as sat on one of their chairs (if they provide you with one) I’d get an STD.
September 19th, 2010.
Motels are generally cheap, and they remind me of murders and rapes. I probably would be afraid that my room would have bugs and roaches, or the sheets would be dirty. Overall, they just seem unkempt and disgusting. I wouldn’t stay in one.
Let’s go back to our secret motel and do the things we did in our youth. Nobody has to know and I won’t tell the world about our secret motel.
“I would take a dingy motel over this.” Marisol said in disgust. We looked over at her in amusement and kept setting up our tent. “Weren’t you conceived in a tent somewhere in Antarctica?” Leiko asked. We all burst out into laughter while Marisol gave us a dirty look. “No!”
I never really liked motels because they stink and I always had to sleep on top of the covers because my Mom said I would get lice. I was afraid of getting bit my roaches. And never mind the images i my mind of what scandalous couple had slept there the night before… had they even washed the sheets? The TV would only have 3 channels. I didn’t care I would sleep in the car if I had to.
They met at the old motel. He was young yet and she was heavy set. They were the only chance each other had. The nigh
Down the long, winding road, past the old gas station on the right and beyond the junk yard…that’s where we met. The old motel still holds those secrets from yesteryear…
We drove off and ended up in a deserted town. We stayed at the motel down the street.
I’m living in a motel at tomorrow’s best. Can you come? Don’t surprise me just arrive with your produce and Charlie. He can come. Just please clean on him off all of the dirt and such, he is rather a smelly sir.
I look forward to our shared perambulations this week.
moonlight on the motel’s floor
I watched a film with the name Vacancy and then stayed in a motel the next week. I could not sleep but stayed up watching the floor in the bathroom. I could not sleep but managed to drifft off to a peaceful slumber on the toilet.
I could not sleep and was tired the next day.
I watched a film with the name Vacancy and then stayed in a motel the next week. I could not sleep but stayed up watching the floor in the bathroom. I could not sleep but managed to drifft off to a peaceful slumber on the toiler.
I stayed in this motel my entire life. Dusty and unkempt, I am in need of Savior. Thank you for changing my sheets!
That very word makes me linch, motels are probably one of the scariest places on earth. What is that red stain on the carpet? Why does it smell like feet? Gee, I dunno maybe someone murdered a prositute here on this lonley old highway in Alabama.
I looked at the paper. “Number 13” it said. Glancing at the door just before me, I saw that I was standing just two doors down. Quietly, I set my bag down and withdrew my.22, screwing the silencer I had handcrafted specially for the job onto the end. I loved motel jobs. The approach and the escape were easy.
gasoline and a cheap motel, you say you do but you dont know me that well.
Late at night, travels with the kids. Everyones sleeping, I’m trying not to. Ah a motels flashing lights…saved!