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The way I see it, men are only good for one thing. I don't need men for money. I don't need their attention. I don't need their drama and jealousy and clinginess. What I do need is a steady injection of cock. I couldn't live without it. I might prefer the soft touch and sexy curves of another woman, but I still need a good dose of dick.

The problem with living life with no strings attached is that it is difficult to find a travel buddy who is up for good food and good sex. When I travel, I'm often forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to get what I need. Fortunately, it doesn't usually take much to find a willing partner when I'm alone at a resort.

On my last trip to the Caribbean, Jay started checking me out from the minute I walked onto the beach in my tiny thong bikini. He was a young, black, extremely muscular lifeguard with spiky twisted hair, like a rapper. He had enough confidence to walk over and chat me up right away. A few hours later, he was in my suite and stretching my pussy out with his thick black cock. He balled me from sundown to sunrise on Thursday night.

I would have been content with him and him alone for the long weekend trip if Christie and LIzzie hadn't shown up. I first saw them at the pool. They were a May-September lesbian couple. Christie reminded me of Pink. She had short blonde hair and a very fit body that she was showing off in a sunshine yellow bikini that left little to the ...