A MAN’s attempt to treat himself to a solo sexual experience while on a business trip has foundered on his own lack of interest.
Martin Bishop checked into a Premier Inn yesterday evening, anticipating a night of flirtatious lone fantasy culminating in unhurried, languorous masturbation.
He said: “Usually it’s what I build the evening around. Don’t judge me. There’s not much else to do in Loughborough.
“I browse a little on my phone, shower, lay out nude watching Pointless and eating the complimentary biscuits, slowly building up to taking myself firmly in hand. But last night? I wasn’t feeling it.
“Undeterred and determined to make the most of this opportunity, I took myself out to dinner. Maybe a few glasses of wine would help get the juices flowing. Or, you know, two tins of rosé from Sainsbury’s after my KFC.
“Unfortunately, I kept having invasive thoughts about the next day’s presentation and couldn’t focus. Every time I thought about Salma Hayek I ended up back on disappointing Q2 regional sales.
“I was lying there, knob in hand, porn on phone, the moment couldn’t have been more right. And nothing. Eventually I gave up, turned over in a huff and went to sleep.
“Ah, there’s nothing so lonely as lying in a budget hotel’s king-size bed with no desire to touch yourself.”