Food and sex both fulfill primal needs that are often catered to on a need-only basis the rest of the year. Everyday life is demanding, and your ability to indulge at whim is limited by a million menial annoyances.
A holiday with family has rules, of course, but one with your significant other should be a break from everyday. From reality. Whether for a weekend or a month–or longer, if you’re lucky–we get to escape. And have fun. And not care about morning wake-ups and obligations and calories.
And what better way to celebrate that than with sex and food?
And if you’re single? The possibilities are endless. Something about the summer heat lowers inhibition and lets the bodies do the talking. A dance with a stranger. Sharing a table at a crowded café. Gazes meeting in a hotel elevator. Nobody knows you. Nobody can judge. And in the morning, you can jump into the breakfast buffet, head first.
I have a story something like that that playing in my head, but it’ll be a while before I write it. So I want to read it. Give me suggestions, please? I want holiday sex and food. I want to drool and not know which of the two is the reason.