July 6, 2011

SKYE BLUE

Thus far it’s been an interesting week here are Met Another Frog.

We kicked the month of right, by featuring guest writer, Simone Grant, who shared the story of a vacation encounter with a gentleman(?) who said the least sexy thing she’s ever heard during sex. Next, Sam Sharpe, provided us all with some sage advice on how to get bigger bang for our fucks by approaching sex at home with all the ‘gusto, brio and joie de vivre’ with which we approach brand, spanking, new vacay ass. And just yesterday, Elizabeth Rose paid homage to sex on the road, the purest form of NSA action.

So what am I coming with today?

Well, tonight, I’m hitting you with what I’ll call the golden rule of vacation sex. A rule that every man, woman and randy teenager (above the age of consent) with any kind of sense, who’s ever partaken in a lil’ vacation ass tapping clearly understands:

What happens on vacation, should stay on vacation…including your sexy, hot, mysterious and super extra delicious holiday sex partner. PERIOD.

Now, speaking from experience, I completely understand how easy it is to be swept away by the passion, heat, and otherworldly feel of the euphoric experience that really good vacay action can be. (In my case his name was Vincent, but that’s a story for another day…) You’re in a new place and free from the life-force sucking obligations of work. You’re relaxed, happy, open and ready for new, and in some cases ‘exotic’ sensual/sexual experiences. How could anything that happens under those circumstances – even the slightest touch – not feel like magic?

And that’s exactly my point.

When you’re on vacation you aren’t exactly you. You’re a freer, extra laid back, footloose and fancy free version of yourself. You’ve got your “I’m so happy I’m finally on vacation” blinders on, making everyone you come into contact with more beautiful, charming, passionate, fun and oh soooo much nicer than anyone you’d meet at home, no? And I for one, would argue that that isn’t exactly the head space you should be in when starting a new relationship or picking up a potential ‘life partner’.

Don’t agree? Then allow me to offer up a story – one I think will really drive my point home – of an acquaintance of mine…

Esteban kinda looks like this, so it's easy to understand why Sonja wanted to live the dream, no?

Sonja, is a cute and curvy, BBW, brunette, in her late 30s, and at the time she booked a trip to Cuba with her sister a few winters ago – for reasons I won’t get into here – she hadn’t had a date in loooooong while. Anyhoo, as she sunned her buns poolside she met suave and sexy Esteban, a man 10 years her junior, who was a server at her hotel. Sparks flew. They got horizontal – a lot – and by the end of the week he had pledged his undying love for her. Of course, Sonja came back home starry eyed, telling me about her ‘new love’, her soul mate even.

Fast forward four and a half years. Sonja is married to Esteban, her hot Cuban stud, but if you met her today you’d never know it. Within weeks of arriving in Canada he knocked her up and then disappeared…well, almost anyway.

Ever the good father, Esteban, stops by ‘their’ house twice a week or so, just to get a home cooked meal and spend a few hours with their pre-school aged daughter (and since I know some of you are going to ask, nope, he never spends the night). You see, strangely enough throughout their long distance courtship and engagement Sonja failed to notice that he has a thing for tiny, nubile blondes – the type of woman he’s often spotted traipsing around town with these days.

And what about Sonja? Well, when asked about her marriage, she’ll remind you that she wouldn’t have her beautiful daughter if she hadn’t married her Esteban. It’s a truth nobody can deny, but somehow I don’t think all that truth makes her bed any warmer at night.

To be clear, I’m not arguing that every ‘local’ girl or guy you meet while away is looking to ride your coat tails all the way into a new life abroad, because that isn’t at all the case. (And Lord knows, I’ve heard about more than a few former ‘tourists’ speaking about and treating their ‘imported ass’ – their descriptor, not mine – like property they paid down on: which IMO means that they deserve virtually everything they get, if they end up in a situation similar to Sonja’s.) Instead, what I am trying to say is while on vacation when dealing with the charms of someone with a nice rack/set of pecs, a great butt or a really big ‘personality’ (ahem), follow the lead of your head, not your throbbing loins heart.

Should you enjoy every moment you spend in the arms of your ‘vacation lover’? Definitely. Do I advocate having all the hot, wild and safe vacation sex you want this summer and beyond? Fuck yeah. But at the end of your trip, remember to put the golden rule of vacation sex into action, and bid your ‘far away from home’ bed buddy a very final adieu before you head home.

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