Hotter Backpacker Sex
It seems that everyone who visits Australia writes about what to see, where to go and how much fun backpacking actually is. Australia is one of the most beautiful countries in the world and the people are as wonderful as the landscapes, vistas, cities and outback.
Of course, hostel life can be fun or it can be hell. That depends on a variety of factors including the hostel itself, the staff and fellow backpackers. When I first started travelling around Australia I really did not know what to expect. I’d read blogs, articles and the traveller’s bible, Lonely Planet. I knew some of the places I wanted to go and I had an appetite to just enjoy.
What the guidebooks don’t tell you is how much sex there is in Oz. It’s everywhere and in many places prostitution is legal. That opened up so many possibilities for me, more of which later. It was the hostel sex that surprised me, that and the parties, beach sex, crazy fumbling with drunk girls and a whole load of fun.
When I got home from my travels I read through the journals I’d written and decided that there were stories to share. It is the sheer bloody enjoyment of Aussie Sex! The guys, the girls, the cum, the orgies, the parties, the gangbangs, the kissing, the fondling and tons of Aussie Sex!
Sydney is where the fun began. Living in Kings Cross and generally hanging out in the bars and strip clubs was more fun than I could have imagined. I moved around a little, staying in Bondi and Bronte for some nights. The city isn’t the place to stay, get out into the suburbs to find the best beds but there were nights out in Sydney’s central areas that ended in some crazy drunken debauchery.
The beauty of the hostels in Australia creates a mix of many different nationalities. Some of the finest looking women around and they were staying right where I was. We’d have some nights out as groups and that meant having the time to chat up many of the girls.
There were some hostel parties as well. More beer, more wine and a lot more debauchery. It was in Kings Cross, in one hostel, that a group of us had an orgy in one of the rooms. Five guys and four girls went at it all night.
Bondi was rife with sex. The sun, the sea and the sand kept everyone hot as hell and horny as sin. Take a walk along the beach at night in summer and you’re bound to find a couple fucking on the sand.
The sex in Australia was everywhere. As I worked my way up the east coast on one of my journeys there were more nights of sex. Byron Bay turned out to be a paradise. I’d found a good hostel which wasn’t too full. Empty rooms gives any couple a chance to fuck and I found myself sleeping in a room with two gorgeous French girls. We had some fun that night.
Airlie Beach is a crazy place. It’s the staging point for a Whitsunday Islands sailing trip which means sex on boats (natural rocking motions!) and great big parties afterwards back in Airlie Beach. Some were organised parties, with girls stripping off and a great deal else afterwards.