I’ve posted before (under a deleted account, alas) about how I hired a reality star I had a crush on for a sex vacation. (My process, in brief: contact her via her agent for a “private photoshoot” and then explain the actual deal in video chat. She was game.) It was so much fun that I decided to hire her again. This time, I bumped up the offer 50% and stipulated that she would be explicitly “free use”—ie, I can have sex with her at any time. She agreed. I booked the flights and accommodations.
For the next several weeks we traveled around Europe (Italy, France, Greece) staying mostly in beachfront towns and resorts. I took advantage of our free-use clause extensively, from openly groping her on the plane, on the beach, in front of the bellboy, etc, to helping myself to improvisational “quickies”—balcony blowjobs, sex in the pool, even handjobs on the plane (when you’re flying first class and booking luxury suites nobody gives your trouble for having a little fun). But it’s the little things that were the most fun, like casually sliding my hand under her bikini top and lotioning up her tit in full view of the beach.