Fucking Travel.

I love fucking traveling, and fucking while traveling. I think I get more action while I am away than I do in my hometown. Something about the inhibition, I can fall in love with someone for just one night and not ever have the chance of being let down, disappointed, or taken advantage of. In this realm I have all the power. And I love it. I choose who, when, how, and I leave. Onto my next destination and the next person who is awaiting my seduction. There is something so precious about adventure and sex. Each one I collect like a postcard I sent to myself from places far away. It is a gift of mine and a true joy in my life. Sometimes when I am horny and lusting for something more, I do not go on dating apps, I do not waste my time with fickle, busy, and pompous New Yorkers surrounding me. I book a ticket and take a vacation. At least then I will know I will be romanced, stimulated and appreciated. No need to have that awkward talk on how they “don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Every time I hear that I am turned off. Not because I want a relationship, but because, fuck off, youre not that great and can’t you just fuck me with all your heart and leave it at that? Oh, you can’t ok, then I don’t have time for you or your dick. Thank you, NEXT! 

Now what country should I visit now?