The W London Is So Sexy It Just Got Its Own Porn Story
We knew the W London was a sexy hotel. We knew it was literary, too. But we didn’t anticipate the two worlds colliding like this.
Last month, see, top writer Naomi Alderman stayed at the W. This month, as way of thanks, she wrote a story for the hotel. But not just any story – a porn story. And as the folks at the W are caring, sharing folks, they’re pimping it out not just to their guests. Anyone who comes in and asks for it will, um, get it.
You’ll have to go to the W itself to read the story, but the hotel kindly
anticipated our reading tastes gave us a copy so we can tell you that it’s five pages, revolves around a model starlet staying at the hotel and includes scenes of beasting it up against the window over Leicester Square (AKA “doing a Standard”), in the gym, in a suite, in the screening room, and in the Lounge with those sexy plates.
Sample paragraph, clean enough for the pure readers of HotelChatter:
And then there’s this place. The W Hotel. It has an energy, a charged air of excitement. It’s not just the anonymity, or the seething crowd of people in Leicester Square, or the glittering lights or the huge beds made for several. There’s something else. As if, in the elevator up to her room, the hotel had leaned over very close and whispered into her ear: sex.
It’s very well written, as we’d expect from La Alderman, and we can’t wait to see how it goes down in the hotel. It won’t be in the rooms – you have to request it at the concierge desk, where they have a little stack of the stories in discreet white envelopes ready and waiting for you. Interested outsiders are also invited to come and ask for it.
Anyone else thinking that despite the inauspicious, touristy location, the W is effortlessly establishing itself as one of the sexiest hotels in London?