July 24, 2011

A Guest Post By MELANIE

Ah, vacation. What’s not to love?

Regardless of where you go or how long you stay, you enter a blissful, worry free world. You’re open to having new experiences and meeting new people. Not always with the intent of screwing mind you, but it’s definitely a bonus. And as we all know, the ‘numbers’ you rack up while away don’t really count…do they?

Whatever the case may be, why wouldn’t you want to have some hot steamy sex with a gorgeous stranger, you’ll likely never see again? Not that it’s always hot and steamy: there are times when all you may get are a couple of sloppy drunken thrusts before the guy passes out. But on a more positive note, some people actually meet their soul mates while roaming aimlessly through foreign place. However, that is definitely not what my tale is about.

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After a hellish flight to Bangkok – it was so bad everyone on the plane, including me, figured we were going down for most of it – as I stood waiting for my luggage, I met a group of fellow travellers – all Canadians to boot. And when I noticed that one of the guys in the group was a hottie, I decided to take them up on their offer to travel together for a while.

The first night I spent with my new travel pals was nothing short of crazy (I’m not going to get into the details here, so you’ll just have to trust me on that one), and to decompress the next day we decided to go directly to the beach. As it was the end of January, a time that is fiercely cold in our native land, we were all too happy to lay on the sand, soaking up the warmth of the sun. And that’s exactly what we did each day before we headed out to party at night.

After chilling with my Canuck crew for a week or so – most of which I spent flirting shamelessly –  I finally made a connection with the object of my desire. In addition to being a looker, he was funny and liked to skinny dip. We were passionate in paradise, so eventually he and I became a drunken heap of intertwined body parts that ended up in his bed.

Unfortunately, the night we finally got horizontal he was so tanked that all I got was…a couple of sloppy drunken thrusts (yes, I was living the dream). Then to add insult to injury, the very next night he brought some girl back to our hotel and I had the distinct pleasure (please note the sarcasm) of listening to her scream like a wild banshee. It seemed she got all the hot and steamy action I’d been after the night before. Although I wasn’t interested in anything more than his crown jewels, her mid-orgasm squeals of delight were enough to send me packing. The very next morning I was on my way.

Months later, shortly after my 30th birthday, I ended up in India, where it was also as hot as Hades. No matter how many showers I took in a day, every time I scratched my back there was filth under my nails (yuck!).  As randy as I was, I remember thinking that I didn’t even care if I got laid, I just wanted someone to wash my back.

So, there I was in Rishikesh, sitting on the patio of the guest house I was staying at, when in walks this hot, young (I later found out he was only 23) thing. I mean, he was a triple looker; even hotter than the two pump chump I’d had the misfortune of bedding in Bangkok. True to form, nothing happened for the first week, except the two of us shyly exchanging hellos as we eyed each other from a distance. Then one night we found ourselves alone, facing each other on a balcony in the middle of the Himalayas.

It didn’t take long for him to kiss me and in what seemed like no time flat, the two of us ended up in the shower. Let me tell you folks, things were hot and steamy in our little shower stall for long while before he broke of the action and told me to turn around, so he could wash my…

BACK!

I couldn’t believe it! Was the universe trying to make up for the horror that was my sexual encounter in Bangkok? I wasn’t sure, but I knew there was only one way to find out. As he rubbed the soapy lather into my skin I decided that I was going to screw his brains out. And when I did it was amazing!

Our first night together led to loads of delightfully delicious sex over the next few weeks, and then before I knew it we were saying,

‘See-ya later, babe’ – which in travelling terms means:

‘Have a nice life because chances are I’ll never see you again.’

And that’s exactly what happened with me and my Rishikesh shower mate. Once I arrived back home, we exchanged a few emails here and there, and then it was…finito.

That’s the thing with having sex on vacation, whether it’s good or bad, there’s no linger after effects (assuming you’ve done it safely!). You just boink to your heart’s content and then part ways. No muss, no fuss.

God, I love to travel.

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