The Last Time I Had Sex: The Woman Who Enjoys Casual Holiday Sex

Rosie, 28, is a banker from Dundee

Bikinis, check. Suncream, check. Passport, check. Large box of condoms, check. When it comes to holiday packing, sex is definitely on my mind and my to-do list. Forget romance. When I’m on my week-long girls-only holiday every year, an annual tradition since I was 20, it’s all about no-strings-attached sex.

Some years it’s been a different guy every night, other years ‘just’ two or three. Never the same one twice, usually other British tourists, but there’ve been a few locals too, over the years. I jokingly and openly call myself a ‘holiday shagger’.

And, as the saying goes, what happens on tour stays on tour. I’ve never swapped details with any of my holiday sex partners or seen them back in the UK. If any of them have suggested it the next morning, it’s a point-blank no from me. Some guys have been quite surprised by that. I can only assume they don’t realise women can be as up for anonymous, casual sex as men. I don’t know what it is about being abroad, but the moment I step off the plane into the searing sunshine of Ibiza, Mallorca or Barcelona, I’m in the mood. Maybe it’s the heat, lunchtime cocktails, my holiday bikini wax, the sense of escapism from the mundane nature of normal life...

Whatever it is, my friends tease that I’m up for it as soon as we collect our suitcases in arrivals. Some of them have boyfriends, but some are single and – like me – enjoy casual holiday sex. There’s no judgement and we’ll all dissect the previous night’s sex over breakfast by the pool. There’s a lot of laughter.

The rest of the year I’m definitely not a prude but I don’t have one-night stands, so holidays are quite the sexual departure for me. If I’m dating someone, I’ll wait for around a month before I go to bed with him. It’s hard to explain why I act differently on holiday. I suppose it’s all about stepping out of ordinary life and, just for those seven nights, being less inhibited. For me, it’s also a turn-on knowing I’ll never see the guy again, whereas at home I wouldn’t want to be judged for going to bed with someone too quickly – my hometown is a small place.

I’m more adventurous in bed on holiday, too. I say bed, but I’ve done it everywhere, from a beach to a sunlounger. I don’t want a boyfriend right now. Even if I date someone, I’m usually the one to end it before things get serious. And I always make sure I’m single when holiday time comes around. I’m just back from Mallorca, and this year we went away for a fortnight. I slept with eight men: six Brits, a Spanish guy and a Norwegian. Some encounters were a bit meh, just average, but a few were fantastic.

On the last night, I did it with the Norwegian on the balcony of my hotel room. The ‘real’ me would never consider doing that, but ‘holiday’ me loved it.

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