𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 ɴᴇᴡ

isabel. don't take this the wrong way – you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. only blue or black days... electing strange perfections in any stranger i choose. would things be easier if there was a right way? honey, there is no right way.

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noahxashford

Noah was still getting used to the heat. Despite his traveling to Italy and New York in the past few years, he would always be a Londoner at heart, used to a more temperate climate. It made him seek out water whenever he could, something that had been lacking in New York but fortunately was plentiful in California and he was currently heading to the hotel pool, a bottle of water and towel in hand. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t filled with people but he supposed that was one of the things you paid for at this hotel, no screaming children running around and families occupying every lounge chair so you couldn’t get one for yourself. There was only one other person currently in the water and no one around the pool area so Noah picked a random chair to displace his towel and water before going to dive into the pool.

He faltered for a moment as he took in the woman floating on her back, looking peaceful and - was she humming to herself? She was stunning and Noah took the opportunity to watch her, as she had her own eyes closed, lowering himself into the cool water with a sigh as it washed over his overheated skin. Noticing the smile on her lips, he wondered if he had been discovered in checking her out so blatantly but her eyes were still closed. “Not at all,” he answered to her question of whether she was in his way. On the contrary, he’d much prefer that she stayed exactly as she was - or perhaps floated a bit closer to him. “Why would it bother me?” he asked curiously. “I’d say that’s the last thing it does. Plus there’s plenty of room for both of us here. I expected way more people. It was a nice surprise to find only you.”

isabel was pleasantly surprised with the response she received from the stranger – so much so that she stayed how she was, a pleasant smile now on her lips. she wondered if she stayed like that whether he’d come close her, let her outstretched arm graze his skin. but that kind of thing only happened in the movies, and she knew better than to expect it.

she opened her eyes finally and looked sideways at the man in the pool. he looked almost as she’d expected him too – larger, perhaps, but considering than he was clearly larger than most men, could she be blamed? “is it just us?” she asked, giving him a half smile. “that’s good. we can get to know each other.” it was somewhere between genuine and flirtatious – after all, that’s kind of why she was here, right? sex, sure – but sex and human connection? 

she curled her legs and put her feet back on the bottom of the pool so she could stand. the depth came to her waist, and she danced her hands across the surface of the water. “i’m isabel,” she said, wading towards him.

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location: pool. closed with: @noahxashford​.

god, she missed the southern california weather. the coast’s, anyway. it was the perfect kind of warm – where being in a pool was still comfortable. the water was still cool, but the sun could dry your skin in minutes. not a drop of sweat. it was nothing like the new york summers, where your best option was a cool office with an overworked air conditioner. isabel floated on her back with her eyes closed, focused on the feeling of water gently lapping her bare skin. she hummed quietly to herself – no particular song that she knew, just a gentle melody to fill the gentle quiet. 

she heard movement around her and the water keeping her up started to move differently, lapping higher over her stomach than it had been. she kept her eyes closed and smiled. “am i in your way?” she moved her arms out slowly to see how close they were. “i suppose i could move to the hot tub... if it bothers you.”

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benjruiz​

Ben wasn’t even sure what he was shopping for anymore after a few long minutes in the shop. He’d kind of thought this was something anyone with an open mind could just jump into if they wanted to, but suddenly the concept of even having a sex life seemed foreign to him. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a woman beside him, and he tried not to think about how much she looked like the pornstar he’d gotten off to the night before. Don’t tell her that, that’s fucking weird, man. 

He huffed and put down the pair of panties he’d been holding. “Yeeeah… I don’t know. There’s no partner. Uh, wishful thinking,” he confessed with a shy smile. As the woman touched his arm, Ben felt a warmth spread through his body like melting whipped cream. It was hard not to imagine her in the black panties, and he found himself focusing on her lips as she spoke. 

“I guess I gotta say that I’m a fan of black panties too,” he decided very seriously then, letting his hand brush over the girl’s back in a way he hoped he could chalk up to accident if she rejected it. 

he definitely had something going for him besides his good looks – there was a certain amount of charm in the way he looked at her, the way his eyes lingered on her lips. that was perhaps what she liked most about him right away – there was a sensuality, an intimacy to it, as opposed to the more carnal instincts of a man’s eyes traveling first to her chest. she licked her lips as he spoke. “wishful thinking,” she repeated, and looked down with a smile. “you know, there’s a place not far from here.” she tilted her head from side to side, as if weighing the decision to share a dirty little secret. “a hotel for people with wishful thinking. from what i hear, it delivers.”

but that, isabel decided, was skirting around the flirtation. which this was – she was certain of it now, with their hands touching and a pair of lacy black underwear between them. “well, you’re obviously a man with a sensible head on his shoulders, and i always prefer to have a second opinion.” she took his hand and tugged him forward as she walked backwards, picking a few more colors off the table without looking or caring which. she let go of his hand and turned back in the direction she was walking. she stopped briefly at a row of hanging bustiere lingerie and picked a black piece from there, too.

“if you’re interested, of course.” isabel looked over her shoulder with a crooked smile, bustier hanging from her index finger. 

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benjruiz​

location: the lingerie & sex shop

It’d been a long time since Ben had had sex for any occasion other than his birthday or a scheduled pump and dump on top of his barely interested now-ex wife. He felt a little seedy about going out of his way, to a specific hotel solely in a quest for some ass, but people did that, right? Adults did that. It was fine. And it was gonna happen. 

Ben had suffered a few days of self doubt after he’d first considered coming. Would he even be able to pick someone up after so long out of the game? He barely remembered how that went, much less successfully. 

He didn’t know whether it was pure preparation or maybe also a bit of a stall on arriving to the hotel, but he wandered into the sex shop on the way. He knew he should pick up some lube and condoms, at the very least, but got sidetracked by some of the lingerie. He’d never really considered himself very interested in it, and had always considered it something for people who were older, or webcam girls who just liked to tease and never show. But his perception of lingerie was apparently outdated, because the sexy and slutty styles displayed on the mannequins were of great interest to his balls suddenly. 

He stood looking at some of the options, and reached out to touch some of the lace panties folded on a table. 

it felt a little pessimistic to have only just arrived in a hotel that existed for the sole purpose of sexual pleasure with other people to buy a vibrator the same day. that was the reason she left hers back in manhattan anyway – but old habits die hard, she supposed, and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head as she entered the sex & lingerie shop.

in an effort to retain some optimism about this impulsive vacation, isabel stuck to the side of the shop that housed lingerie. she’d only ever owned one piece of lingerie, purchased for her by her ex, but mostly it was for him. since then sex had become less of a show and more about easy access to pleasure and oblivion. looking at the pieces available now, though, she wondered if it wasn’t time to try something new. that’s what this was all about, right? 

isabel ran her fingers over some of the material as she walked past, pausing when she touched something particularly soft, moving on when she decided it wasn’t her style. she paused by a table with neatly laid out lace panties beside a man who seemed even more taken by them than she was. “shopping for yourself or for a partner?” she asked, but winked so he knew he didn’t have to answer. “people usually like red, but...” she reached over him, arm touching his, and picked a pair made with black lace from the table. “i prefer black. it’s less loud and more confident. a little mysterious on the right person. much sexier.”

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veroniicaflores​

location: outisde the hotel

open thread: disney after dark.

standing around people in lacey lingerie with glitter minnie mouse ears sounded like one of her wildest fantasies. as veronica bit into the orange slice of her sangria, she turned to the person next to her. “i don’t know about you, but all i want to do is come back to my room and watch disney movies now! i mean, that’s what i do every night, but the craving is stronger because of the party.”

considering she’d only just unpacked her bags, it was a welcome change to find herself amongst people so... open. she was surrounded by bare skin and lingerie, crooked smiles and lingering gazes. there was no circle back in new york that would have made her own ensemble acceptable – at least not for someone of her vocation. isabel sipped at a flute of champagne when a woman she didn’t know struck up conversation. “that does sound like a nice after-party,” she said, “the last time i watched sleeping beauty it was while babysitting my nieces. i had to literally pull them apart while they fought over who got to wear the pink dress on halloween. it was december.”

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☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel? it’s ISABEL SNOW, a BISEXUAL FEMALE, who looks a lot like ANA DE ARMAS! BEE’s insta bio says SHE is a 32 y-o EDITOR and is looking for a fun time this summer. SHE is into PUBLIC SEX & ORGASM CONTROL, but not into HUMILIATION & SCAT. by the way, she reminds me of SLEEPING NAKED UNDER THE STARS & WEARING OVERSIZED FLANNEL BY A LIT FIREPLACE. i have a feeling things just got interesting!

THE BASICS

name: isabel snow

dob: may 12th, 1988

born: los angeles, california

currently living: manhattan, new york

career: editor

THE FUN STUFF

kinks: sex in public places, orgasm control ( but not orgasm denial ), hair pulling, oral, daddy kink with the right person, fingering, mutual masturbation, sensation play

anti-kinks: humiliation, scat or anything with bodily fluids repulses her, breath play, bloodplay or edging, anal, foot fetish, pet play, extreme bondage ( mild is okay )

on the fence: this is pretty much here just to list exhibitionism / being a subject of voyeurism & threesomes. she hasn’t tried them, but is open to doing so

wants: she really wants the right person to dominate her. she’s an editor and used to being control, often falling into the dominant role because it’s the only way she knows how to get what she wants out of sex, but god she just wants someone to do it for her.

SOME BACKGROUND

i’m leaving this a little vague to allow for future exploring and plotting and connections, so we’re stickin’ to the basics.

isabel was born in los angeles, and went to school wanting to be a writer. she was pretty good, too! but the problem is that she just couldn’t connect with the people she needed to connect to, and she just wasn’t comfortable giving up control / ownership over her creative property.

so she pursued a career in editing, which brought her to manhattan. she started as an editor’s assistant and climbed her way up with record speed. she is now editor in chief for a big-name publication company

employees don’t really hate her but they don’t really love her either. she can be pretty closed off most of the time, so people didn’t connect with her very well.

because she didn’t really have connections in new york, she often used sex to fill that social gap in her life. her flirtation was always very direct, and she was very forward with what she wanted. she controlled the situation, she controlled what happened, she told her partners exactly what she wanted.

and she’s totally empty about it. and no friends really to talk to about it.

but she knew about the rumors of places like the love hotel, and with the need to get back to the coast of southern california, it was a perfect opportunity.

she doesn’t really know what to expect, nor does she know what kind of person she’s going to connect to, or if she will at all, but her hopes are... well, not high, but not low. she’s always been good at managing expectations.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the ex: male. i’m thinking this was a long term relationship, and everyone who knew them thought for sure they were going to get married. their breakup was private, but the fact of the matter is that there was no spark, no passion, no real love between them. after a while they were just doing what couples were supposed to do. probably her sexuality contributed to this, as that’s something she started to come into during their relationship. i don’t know why he would end up at the love hotel, but maybe it can be like the pina colada song. or they can resent each other. idk! 

the lover: female or gender non-conforming. this is someone that she had a sexual encounter, maybe a brief relationship, with during her relationship with the ex. they might have had a connection had isabel pursued it further, but... she didn’t. so they didn’t. maybe if they meet again in the love hotel, with isabel being more open, something can happen. or maybe the lover hates her for being the way she is and then showing up here. this is such an open connection.

the dream: any gender. gender isn’t real. this is the person who really gives isabel what she wants – they take control of the situation, they don’t wait for her to tell them what she wants, they just... do it. and god, it fucks her up. she loves it. she’s probably a little Tentative about it, too, because it’s new! and she’s never experienced it! and she doesn’t know how not to be in control! even though that’s what she wants more than anything! ( thus the orgasm control kink. )

the discoverer: any gender. gender isn’t real. i couldn’t come up with a better title for this person but basically they introduce isabel to new dynamics in the bedroom ( or the shower, or the dressing room, or the hot tub, or wherever ), and probably can introduce her to being the subject of voyeurism ( she wouldn’t enjoy being a voyeur ) or threesomes. they can introduce her to p much anything except her anti-kinks. they probably also take on a more dominant role, since that’s her Ultimate Turn On.

the colleague: any gender. someone from her new york publishing office that she had a secret fling or two or three with !! open to the way this relationship functions. maybe they felt a connection that she didn’t. maybe they were both just kind of using each other for sex. pillow talk was probably about work.

the friend: any gender. pls connect with isabel and be her friend. 🥺 can be fwb sometimes probably but she needs a confidant!