Finally, a subject of which i know something about: Sex tourism. Is this in the Off Topic section? I hope so, because what i'm about to share with you right now will make any brothel seem like kindergarten. Turn the page now if you do not like graphic, honest discussions about sex.
Ok, first, as everyone knows who has ever worked on a cruise ship...cruise ships are chalk full of horny single, older women on a mission! They come onto the cruise ships looking for love and romance and they are not leaving without it. You understand? I've worked on a lot of ships, too many...but the Caribbean cruises are the most crazy, fun, kinky, and exhausting.
I was based out of Old San Juan, Puerto Rico for one year without a day off. We left port every Sunday evening at 7pm and returned the following Sunday at 6am. Single women came onto the ship like a herd of cattle going to the feed lots. The first two nights on the cruise ships is a lot like the first two rounds of a boxing match: everyone is trying to feel each other out.
The first two nights are when single women and officers, waiters, bartenders, staff, and entertainment crew all find themselves a partner. I've always been part of the Entertainment Staff on ships, so i've always had first pickings.
Every week i had a new girlfriend. Every Sunday morning they would get off the ship, and the same evening we left port with another 1500 passengers and new heard of cattle. It was impossible not to have sex if you breathed oxygen. It was impossible not to have crazy, kinky and wild sex if you could count to 10...which is how long it took for the clothes to come off once you were back in your cabin.
When people are away from the comfort zone of their home, workplace, and family, they let their hair down...way down...and they leave their inhibitions behind. I had so much upside down sex on ships that i almost became a vampire from standing on my head so much while having sex. Honestly, sometimes i would pass out from the blood rushing to my head. Try having sex during a hurricane or tropical storm in the middle of the Caribbean.
The women came in all shapes, colors, and sizes. Sometimes i had sex with someone and maybe the chemistry wasn't right, so another entertainer, waiter, or officer would move in and woo her and she would spend the rest of the cruise with him. There is no jealousy on cruise ships. None. Zero! You know why? Because everyone is gone by the end of the week and another 1500 passengers are loaded onto the ship like a new herd of cattle.
Single mothers are crazy, but the the divorcees between the ages of 35yrs and 45yrs are crazy dangerous!! Very dangerous. There is just no way to keep up with them. You cannot out screw a women. Ever. It's impossible. Physically it's impossible. They are made to take as much pounding as you can deliver. A woman will smile away as you make your best effort to out work them. A Beaver can take all the pounding and punishment you can deliver and still feel as if they've done the equivalent of one push-up.
You cannot out work a Beaver. You cannot out last a Beaver. They're like the Energizer Rabbit. You think you can pound them into submission? Wrong. They'll pound you into submission. A Beaver has got millions of years of Evolutionary mutations working to their advantage. They can take a horse for the love of god. How do you think you can compare?
Anyway, the women came onto the ships like a herd of cattle going to the feed lots. They can beat a man into submission and then laugh their way off the ship and back home. For many women, it's conquer and control. It's control and conquest. A woman has millions of years of Evolutionary Mutations that make their Beavers speak to them in a language which you and I will never understand. A beaver is voodoo to a man. You do not control the Beaver....the Beaver controls you.
Frank