My friend worked at this boutique hotel hideaway in Jamaica. One of those exclusive places where rich people go to pretend their lives are interesting. She was a service worker there. Hostess, food delivery, the invisible person making sure everyone’s champagne stayed cold.
She told me about a couple who checked in right before a bad storm hit.
What happened next became hotel legend. Not because it was scandalous. Because of how long it went on. She’d bring food to their room and they wouldn’t stop. Just kept going. Day after day. At a certain point you stop calling it sex and start calling it a situation.
When she told me this, I thought about my own friends. The ones who’ve done these marathon sessions. The ones who text you the next day like, “We literally lost 24 hours.”
And then I thought about my own experiences with this and will share because I noticed something they all have in common.