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I have a couple of theories about why this is. Some of my best and worst sexual experiences happened while traveling, including the first time my now-partner, Ben, saw me naked. Too drunk to make it back to our remote eco-village at the end of the night, I asked if we could crash at their place. Ben said yes and when we got there, he led me right to his room. He turned around to me, naked as a jaybird, standing with my hands on my hips and a smug, self-satisfied smile on my face.
We made out a little bit and then fell asleep together. The next morning I kissed him and asked him to go on a "real date, like grown-ups" with me. He said yes and the rest, as they say, is history. Wanna hear more sex stories of ladies abroad? Check out these five that I gathered from my fellow globetrotting friends. A competent Italian looking young man waved at us and asked us if he could buy us a beer.
The next couple of days consisted of being taken to the yummiest restaurants, ing a magical celebration of the Black Madonna beneath the sea, full moon overhead, piano playing in the beach, wine in hand, and more gorgeousness. Of course I decided to sleep with him despite him not really being my type. He'd shown me a good time so far, right?! So, back at his one night we get down to business, only for me to discover he had the smallest dick ever. I was helping my parents with a project in Jamaica, and they put me up in a resort-type place.
There was a nightclub on the premises, and I went out each night by myself. There were quite a few destination weddings, and on the first night, this guy, a groom-to-be in three days time, approached me. He seemed to be half-joking, wanting to have sex in the bathroom of the club. But after three nights of this "joking," the night before his wedding, he offered to pay me whatever I wanted to have sex with him. I told him that he should be ashamed of himself.
I was traveling in Europe on my own when I was 19 and I arrived in Rome in the early, early morning. I traipsed around the city for a couple of hours until check-in time at my hostel, after which I promptly passed out. I woke up to dorm room full of annoying American sorority girls and one very, very handsome young American man.
We shared an amazingly cliche Italian dinner — checkered tablecloth, noisy Italians, and cold Chianti — and then wandered the nearly-deserted city in the dark. Weelllll, that ended up being untrue. The rest of my trip was with him by my side — in Florence and on train rides through the countryside — until he left me, heartbroken, in Milan.
I met this amazingly hot Colombian guy in a class I was taking in Buenos Aires. He kept asking me out, but my Spanish wasn't good enough to catch most of what he was saying in his thick accent. He finally got me to agree by offering to make me Colombian hot chocolate. From the first night he came over, it was instant, explosive chemistry — even if we didn't always understand each other with words, we made up for it in other ways. At the time, I was living in an apartment which was directly above the building manager's.
He had always really liked my roommate and I as tenants, but shortly after meeting my guy, he started complaining nonstop about noise. That's weird, we thought, it's not like we play loud music or anything. The manager wouldn't give us any specifics, but was very upset. It took my guy and I a few weeks to figure out that our raucous lovemaking was moving the bed so much that it was reverberating through the floor and into the manager's home.
And let me tell you, it was multiple times per day! No wonder he was pissed! Needless to say, we ended up moving to a ground-floor apartment in another building. To this day, I insist on living on the first floor — it's just better for everyone. Want more of Bustle's Sex and Relationships coverage? Check out our new podcast, I Want It That Way , which delves into the difficult and downright dirty parts of a relationship, and find more on our Soundcloud .
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