July 3, 2011

A Guest Post by SIMONE GRANT with an intro by SKYE BLUE

July is finally here folks. Here’s hoping that all of you living on my side of the pond  have recovered from the hangover induced haze that clouds much of your memories of the long weekend are feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed after a great long weekend. (To our American peeps who aren’t quite done celebrating yet, Happy July 4^th.)

Those of you who’ve been with us for a while know that at the start of each month, we roll out a new theme.  As we’re in the middle of our ‘Sexsational Summer’ we’re going to be talking about sex. What’s that?…You’re not surprised as that’s all we ever talk about around here…Hmmm.

While I don’t appreciate the attitude, I can’t begin to call you out for being wrong. The three of us are pretty fixated on all things S-E-X.  But let me assure you, that this month, as always, we’re going to tackle our favourite subject from a whole new angle: one that is quite fitting for the summer.  You see good people, for the next few weeks, we’ll be covering …

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly of Sex Away From Home

Dear readers, we, along with bevy of guest writers, will be discussing the thrill(?) of sex while travelling for business, pleasure and even obligatory family events.

As luck would have it most everyone we know has a steamy, funny, romantic and/or downright traumatizing travel sex story to tell. I mean who among us can resist: the allure of the possibility that a certain degree of anonymity brings; the exhilarating sense of freedom that consumes you when you’re in a new and unfamiliar place; and (in the case of ‘sex vacations’) having access to the type of hot and sexy ass many of us would never be able to get next to, much less tap, at home.

That’s right. Pretty much no one, including the guest writer who’s kicking things off for us this month – the ever lovely Simone Grant.

Happy Reading,

SB

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Who hasn’t slept their way across Europe? I don’t mean to sound jaded. OK, maybe I do. But college-girl-sleeping-her-way-across-Europe stories are really kinda a cliché.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a couple of awesome ones.

I fell in love in the lobby of a youth hostel. Years before Before Sunrise, I lived it. Up all night and then he left.

But wait, my guy got to the train station and decided he couldn’t leave me. He came back!  Scouts honor.

It’s a long story, and not even the juiciest one I’ve got, so…

One long (drunken) night in Scotland I was having drinks with two guys. One of whom I’d snogged the night before. I couldn’t quite figure out why dude number two was hanging around, and I didn’t really care. I figured he’d eventually find some other young pretty thing to hook up with and be gone.

But that’s not the way things worked out.

I’m not sure how things worked out the way they did. Truth is, I’d gotten so drunk that I let strange things happen. Or something.

Anyway, at some point my guy disappeared for a few minutes. To get another round, I guess. At which point dude number two grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew he and I were out on the street kissing.

And then, seconds later FLASH, we were having sex in a dark room in the basement of the hostel. At which point he said the least sexy/romantic thing a man has ever said to me during sex…

“Do you even know who you’re having sex with?”

My memory sucks, but I will always remember those words. And yes, he said, “having sex with” not FUCKING. How unsexy!

My reply, “Yes. I’m drunk, but I’m not that drunk. Do you care who you’re having sex with?”

His reply, “Um, yeah. I guess. I think about it.” Of course, it was one of the best fucks in my life. Because that’s just the way the world works.

Anonymous douchebag in a dark basement = AWESOME sex.

I’ve done some wild things in my life. Most of them in here in my hometown, NYC. But there’s something about being away from home that seems to open me up to different possibilities…

Good, bad and otherwise.

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