I had sex at a swingers club and liked it !!

By Raphael Siniora Tuesday 29 December 2015 

All photos courtesy of Raphael Siniora (Me), from my series Sex Clubs with club swingers 

I can't say I've ever been particularly interested in swingers' clubs, mostly because in my mind they are the haunts of the old, desperate, and flaccid, the playgrounds of gold-toothed Russian mobsters and characters out of Michel Houellebecq novels.

But then came an offer from my girlfriend. She had been to a swingers' club a few years before we met and found it quite fun. I said nothing at the time, mulling over it instead. A few days later, on a weekend, we were in a club drinking with some of my friends till the early hours. Around three in the morning, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I think now's the right time. Let's go swinging." 

We left our group without much explanation and hopped in the car. Twelve miles later, we were up in the mountains on the outskirts of Barcelona, looking for parking outside a mansion. As we walked through the gates, a well-attired man in his 40s came out of the door in the company of two women. My doubts about my own outfit were confirmed as soon as we walked in. Compared with everyone else in the club, I was dressed like a fucking dog. The glamorous woman that greeted us explained politely that my shorts were totally against the dress code, but since it was my first time, just this once, they were willing to let it go. 

Entrance cost about $70 and included four drinks. Men could enter only if accompanied by a woman, while women were allowed in either way. We were given a tour of all the different rooms—these included a disco (full of naked people), a pool (also full of naked people but which we did not try because my girlfriend hated the idea of all the sperm swimming around in the water), several king-size bedrooms, a cinema (which only showed porn, of course), and a terrace (which I guessed would be the equivalent of a night club's chill-out zone. The rules were made clear: Our belongings had to be left at the entrance, where we were given a towel and a pair of slippers. The couple should not at any point separate.

After going through these first steps, we drank some whiskey and walked around, taking in everything that was happening around us in an attempt to acclimate to the people and environment. Finally, we decided to go into one of the rooms. We moved into semi-darkness, while some 20 people engaged in various sexual activities in the space around us. We found a corner and started getting it on. It did not take long for others to join us, and within a few minutes our couple had turned into a handful.

The rules had been clear form the start: You must always ask for the couple's permission to participate, whether that is expressed or implied, keeping in mind that "no" very definitely means no. But of course, once you get into it, "no" isn't going to be in very many people's vocabulary. With an unmistakable gesture, a guy asked for my permission to get closer to my girlfriend. Before I could remind him of the obligation to use a condom, he showed me he already had one in his hand. He put it on and as he penetrated her, I pushed her head southward, asking her to give me a blowjob.

Shortly after that I lost her for a while. I ended up in another corner with two women while my girlfriend was his. I found her much later in another room—she was giving some other guy a blowjob, so I started licking her pussy while different sets of hands touched her everywhere. After a powerful orgasm, she got up, drank more whiskey, and started talking to a guy who told her that he was trying to hold back ejaculating for as long as possible but that having sex with her made that very difficult. I listened as I received oral sex from another complete stranger.

We took a break on the terrace. We smoked and talked with a guy from Seville, who spoke passionately against Catalan nationalism. That was a little boring, so we left—this time for the cinema, where we had sex with another couple. We never exchanged a word with them, but we understood one another quite easily. You see, part of the fun is looking, but also showing off.

After we were done with them, we went on a final tour of the house and decided to leave. We returned home satisfied—a new day was just beginning. Still excited, we smoked a last spliff and fucked while discussing the experience.

Maybe in a different context I would not have felt any attraction to the people I met that night, but I don't think I would have found anyone repugnant either. There were young people there but also older people—smaller and other larger, athletic bodies as well as bodies that clearly had not been taken good care of. But in the context of a swingers' club, that was unimportant.

The really interesting thing about the experience was the purely sexual connection established between complete strangers. It is also a great way for a couple to get over jealousy. You have to turn the tables and use others' sexual desire to your advantage. And if you cannot get over jealousy, you should just join in.

Why does my boyfriend like to smack me in the face with his penis?

What is up when my boyfriend loves to slap me in the face with his penis and then come? It really turns him on. I am open to whatever his sexual desires are, but to me this is weird! I have asked him about this once and he didn't answer and I have never asked again.
— Dazed and Confused

Dear Dazed,

OK, you know when you have a food obsession like peanut butter or ketchup and you want to put it on everything? That's how men are with their penis. We want to smear it on everything.

We want the object of our desire to see and feel the power of our custard cannon. We want it respected, admired and revered. We want you to delight in it, beg for it and take pleasure in it. Or on it, as the case may be.

Basically, we want to dominate you with our penis. And to many of us, the best way of doing that is to get you up close and personal with He Who Makes All Our Decisions.

It's called penis worship and you, my friend, are clearly the heretic who does not embrace the rapture. You would do well to check out the five religions that worship the penis. In one Japanese sect, monks use a large wooden phallus to hit devotees over the head and bless them with its healing powers. No word on whether tickling its balls will up your chances at the lottery.

My point, and it's a big, thick one — look, I'm going to beat you with it! — is that men feel powerful when their partners revere that axis of evil between their legs. From a strictly sexual standpoint, I don't see the point of being a woman (or a gay man) if you're not going to engage in a little phallus worship.

Unless he's clubbing you with it like he's getting paid per pelt, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm assuming you go down on your partner and that if you don't exactly like it, you probably at least tolerate it. Well, what's the difference between having his penis in your mouth or the side of your face? My golden rule for sex between two people who love each other is simple: You have the right to say no, but the obligation to try. There's almost always a space between one partner's comfort level and another's sense of excitement.

Building the bridge between "way" and "NO WAY" isn't that hard if you do it with diplomacy, sensitivity and, most importantly, holding his dearest wish hostage to the negotiations.

In other words, there are probably things you want him to do that he isn't so crazy about. Now's a good time to bring them up. Your tit for his tat is the way the world works, baby. You just have to approach it with a sense of game and adventure. Sexual negotiation doesn't have to be a Republican-on-Democrat-let's-bring-the-whole-country-down-so-we-can-make-a-point affair. It's about two parties coming together to work out a deal that gets everybody off.

One way you can make his penis play a little more palatable is to ask yourself, "How can I make this more enjoyable?" You might be surprised what a new angle, position or approach can do to enhance the pleasure of something you're not that comfortable with. And you can double that pleasure if you bring it up to him so you're both working toward the same goal: trying to get more bang out of his thang.

Face it — and I mean those two words in every sense of your situation — lovers do things TO each other as a way of doing something FOR each other.

A Little Bit About June Palmer

A Little Bit About June Palmer:
Beautiful June Palmer, she of impeccable curves, was born in London on August 1, 1940. By the late 1960s she had blossomed into the subject of many a red-blooded Englishman's fantasy - her amazing figure, lovely face, and natural charisma in front of the camera made her a much sought-after model for magazine and camera club shoots in the UK.

It's rumored that she got her start dancing at SoHo's legendary Windmill Theatre during its last years, though at 5'2" it's unlikely she would have met their height requirements. In any event, she soon went exclusively into modeling.

June's most famous material comes from her long-standing collaboration with photographer Harrison Marks, who very nearly did not hire her due to incessant giggling during their first test shoots - luckily June settled down and the pair became one of the most successful in glamour photography at the time.

Though June and Harrison's relationship was romantic as well as professional, she eventually married photographer, actor, and stunt man Arthur Howell. She retired from professional modeling in 1970 and Howell and herself opened Strobe Studios, which for two hours every Thursday evening was open to amateur photographers to practice their art - portraits and pin-up style photography the first hour, a cup of tea, and then classical poses for the remainder. During this time June ran the respected June Palmer Modeling Agency and continued to pose for private shoots well into the 1970s.

She also appeared in several 1960s and 70s B-movies, including Taste the Blood of Dracula, Games That Lovers Play, The Nine Ages of Nakedness, and other pinnacles of modern filmmaking. Not to mention her many playful and sexy 8mm loops.

Sadly, June passed away at the end of 2003. She leaves a legacy as the perhaps the most reknowned British glam model of the 1960s and by all accounts a warm and genuine person, still beloved by fans the world over. 


June Palmer, Buxom & British 

Simply a natural in front of the camera (and by some accounts, behind one too), photographer Irv Carsten once said of June:

"I felt ashamed using an automatic camera. Her posing is second nature, she's beautiful from any angle, and without camera settings to make, there's nothing to do but watch."

On a side note you've probably noticed June regularly took the razor to her thatch, resulting in a smooth & rather nicely defined mons venus nestled between the V of her thighs. Although shaving wasn't widespread in the mid-60s population at large, it was fairly common for models in the British "glamour nudes" genre. Whatever one's opinion on landscaping & shrubbery, I think we can probably agree the loveshorn look suits her quite nicely...

Vampire! 

Date & Origin: 1960s UK

Description: A Halloween treat - the buxom June Palmer is stalked by a vampire played by the appropriately gaunt Harrison Marks. Luckily, it's all a dream.... or is it?

Antique Smut from the 1800s – Brothel Threesome

By Raphael Siniora | December 2015 

Antique Smut from the 1800s – Brothel Threesome

A threesome in a Parisian brothel – most likely from the late 1800s during the infamous & licentious French Belle Epoque (“Beautiful Age”), where morals were lax and the sex trade thrived. The lusty mademoiselle gazing into the camera is featured in quite a few XXX photoshoots of the era, perhaps one of the first pornstars…

From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora

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Vintage Erotica 1800s – Perusing The Paper With Legs Spread Wide…

Reading the newspaper the French way in the mid-1800s: on the floor & nude but for shoes & stockings, plump thighs spread wide, hairy pussy showing wet pink (if there were color back then anyhow). Nothing wrong with that.

From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora

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1800s Antique Porn – Anal Sex with French Harlot

A Frenchman enjoying a nice bit of anal fucking with a French harlot in a Parisian brothel, most likely from the 1870s or 1880s. 

From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora

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Antique Sex, Late 1800s – Girl On Top

Victorian lass mounting her lover in the late 1800s, from the antique sex collection at Raphael Siniora 

Antique French Nude, 1800s – Trapeze Artist Spreads Her Legs

French acrobat gives the camera a scandalous pose in mid-1800s Paris – her white curvy thighs spread wide to reveal a splendid & willing cunt as she gazes directly at the viewer. Not a shy mademoiselle to say the least.

From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora 

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“After my relatives raped me 30-40 times, it didn’t hurt anymore” true and painful story.

By Raphael Siniora | 26 December 2015 | 07:31am 

I was 7 when I was raped. My mother served him tea in the very room. PHOTO: Raphael Siniora

“It’s been years. I don’t feel the pain in my vagina anymore.”

“But why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I was shocked. Ma used to see me bleed, but she never did anything. So, I thought it’s something to be done regularly. I was 7 then. I am 20 now.”

“Since then? Till you moved out? Every day?”

“Almost, till I planned to move out.”

As we were sipping on some nimbu chai (lemon tea), I looked into her eyes. She had no expressions. She didn’t really care much about it. I grabbed her pack of smokes. We shared one. I noticed a faint smile on her face.

“You know, every man in that family tried to touch me – Mama (maternal uncle), Kaka (paternal uncle), Masa (maternal aunt’s husband). But, but Baba…”

“What? What did he do?”

“He didn’t stop them!”

She opened her purse to buy candy floss. I could see condoms in her purse. I didn’t ask anything, I knew she’d tell me everything. After all, she was going to be engaged to my brother.

“He didn’t stop them because he wanted to earn without working, and I was the only option for him. He didn’t let any other man touch me but my relatives, and he claims that with pride.”

“Why the hell didn’t you go to the police, Shruti?”

“Because when I tried doing something, I was asked how my breasts had been grabbed and I was asked to demonstrate and then…”

“And then?”

“I was asked to strip and show them the marks.”

I noticed tears rolling down her eyes.

Shruti is one of the most overexcited women I have ever come across. She is always smiling and always jumping, and always smoking. Always with no gaps.

“And then?”

“Regularly hota aya hai na. Hota gaya (Because it would happen regularly, so it kept happening). I crossed puberty. My school was very strict and I had no friends. Kisko bolti (who would I have told)? My own parents betrayed me. You think my school would have helped me?”

“Look, I am going to write for this site that’s going to publish this story. I want you to tell me everything so that we can stop another Shruti.”

She paused. Lit another smoke, gave one to me.

“I was 7 when I was raped. My mother served him tea in the very room. My dad took money from him, I was in pain. Something below my stomach was paining and I couldn’t understand anything. The next day, Mama (maternal uncle) had come over. I was so happy. He entered my room with Nutties and raped me just like Kaka did. He held my breasts really hard and then inserted his fingers inside me. The pain was unbearable.

I wanted to run away; I was crying and screaming. He penetrated something and I felt like I was dying, and then I was lying on the floor, naked. My pet, Tito, licked my head and arms and sat there, without barking. This continued. Just because they wanted to derive pleasure, I was raped by Kaka and Mama on the very same day, just before my exams. I bled for days. Eventually, I didn’t feel the pain anymore. Their penises became familiar and friendly, yet so unwanted. I was always ready with my legs spread and my clothes off. Baba and I hardly spoke then, I couldn’t tolerate them. In fact, I was pregnant and was asked to choose an abortion. Obviously!”

“How are you now?”

“I am awesome. I am getting married which was something I always wanted to avoid. A man fell in love with this torn body which has been used in every way by many men. Sex, not love. Now, I am getting the love I deserve and that makes me smile. I have left them now. I live with my friends and I am happy.”

“Why don’t you file a complaint against them?”

“I can’t. Baba is involved. Let them be. I am strong enough to stop another me, police kya karegi? Just like you are penning down and recording (my story), others will too and this will spread. Laws in this country will not help you, you can help yourself, you can help others and authorities will NOT DO ANYTHING.”

“What are your plans in the future?”

“Hahaha. I am going to complete my degree here. Get married, continue my studies abroad and then work with Raj.”

“How many babies do you want?”

“I can never have kids. I have complications. I have been raped more than 30 to 40 times. I can never have babies, but I want to adopt as many dogs and cats as possible and live… happily.”

The pack of smokes was finished. We exchanged a very deep look. I hugged her and she left for work.

She has grown up with the men in her family exploiting her body in every dirty way possible. No, it is not that she isn’t raising her voice against them, she is doing the necessary by talking to people who are willing to share her experience. But she doesn’t wish to penalise them because she loves her parents.

Shruti works with NGOs now and is studying psychology.

She is smiling but do we really know how loud her screams for help are behind her smile? Can we see the pain behind that smile?

This post originally appeared here. 

WHAT WOMEN WANT IN A MAN

What women want in a man at age 22:

1. Handsome 2. Charming 3. Financially successful 4. A caring listener 5. Witty 6. In good shape 7. Dresses with style 8. Appreciates finer things 9. Full of thoughtful surprises 10. An imaginative, romantic lover

What women want in a man at age 32:

1. Nice looking (preferably with hair) 2. Opens car doors, holds chairs 3. Has enough money for a nice dinner 4. Listens more than talks 5. Laughs at my jokes 6. Carries bags of groceries with ease 7. Owns at least one tie 8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal 9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries 10. Seeks romance at least once a week

What women want in a man at age 42:

1. Not too ugly (bald head is fine) 2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car 3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally 4. Nods head when I'm talking 5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes 6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture 7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach 8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids 9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down 10. Shaves most weekends

What women want in a man at age 52:

1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed 2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public 3. Doesn't borrow money too often 4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting 5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times 6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends 7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear 8. Appreciates a good TV dinner 9. Remembers your name on occasion 10. Shaves some weekends

What women want in a man at age 62:

1. Doesn't scare small children 2. Remembers where bathroom is 3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep 4. Only snores lightly when asleep 5. Remembers why he's laughing 6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself 7. Usually wears some clothes 8. Likes soft foods 9. Remembers where he left his teeth 10. Remembers that it's the weekend

What women want in a man at age 72:

1. Breathing 2. Doesn't miss the toilet

Best Hotels to Pick Up Prostitutes in Costa Rica

By Raphael Siniora | Saturday 26 December 2015 04:37am | 

Katherine Artolarocha -San Jose city pick up prostitute 

Costa Rica Travel News – When many guys come to Costa Rica on a bachelor party in Costa Rica they want to go to the places where they can find some nighttime company.  With prostitution being legal in Costa Rica, several hotels serve as a place for these women to congregate and meet clients.  There are 3 main hotels know for this.

Sportsmens Lodge (San Jose, Costa Rica)

In San Jose if you are looking to catch the game and want to catch some action after or perhaps during the game then the Sportsmens Lodge is the place for you to go.

Sportsmens Lodge is a top notch location in San Jose. It’s an amazing locale for bachelors and guys nights out.  If you are a gentleman looking for some company, Sportsmens is a place you should check out as their is a working girl at every other table.

Sportsmens is found in the hip Barrio Amon, an upscale suburb on the outskirts of San Jose, Costa Rica. The setting is stylish and relaxed, yet upscale. TVs broadcast all American sports events. The ambiance is enhanced with delicious Tex-Mex meals. Happy hour lines up with live music each Thursday-Saturday night.

It features the hottest nightlife and liveliest ladies around. They are known for throwing great holiday parties, especially for Halloween and Super Bowl. Even ordinary weekends are full of extraordinary surprises.

As you watch the game you will be surrounded by working girls looking for their next client….It cold be you!

Del Rey Hotel (San Jose, Costa Rica)

Hotel Del Rey is unashamedly all about prostitution. If you have any doubt about getting action, just swing by this bar. Prostitutes at the Del Rey are the best of the best; they know how to make your vacation extra special.

If you are celebrating something, let the ladies know! When you retell the stories of your incredible night at Del Rey, you can conveniently leave out that you paid for the experience. The hotel also has a sports bar and casino. Almost any girl you meet while gambling, drinking, or watching the game is a prostitute ready to offer you an array of sexual favors for around $100.

What makes the Del Rey different than any other sports bar is that there are an unusual percentage of females. There may even be more girls than guys and they will all be interested in you! The girls are super hot and extra friendly and touchy. At least one will befriend you almost immediately. You will be completely turned on before finishing your first drink.

If you are interested in having a few girls attend you at once, try stopping by around lunch time. In the evening the quality will improve but you will have more competition. Be aware of etiquette of these types of places. It’s extremely rude to waste a girl’s time. Don’t make her hang around you all night if you don’t plan on paying.

99.9% of the girls you see there want you to touch them and take them to a room; there are, however, occasionally girls who aren’t prostitutes and just go there to hang out with their friends. Talk for a minute first to be sure you are on the same page and avoid offending or being offended.

Hotel Cocal & Casino (Jaco, Costa Rica)

Gang-bang sex with Katherine and two other men

Looking for a place where you can enjoy your stay, play a few hands in the casino, eat great seafood, try new activities, and have an unbelievable night in great company? Look no further than Costa Rica’s Hotel Cocal and Casino.

Take a break from surfing and tanning in this cool casino, sports bar, and restaurant where you can get the catch of the day prepared to your liking. The trio is in the center of Jaco town. This premises also has a bar right on the beach next to a beautiful pool.

This hotel is most famous among bachelors for its “vibrant nightly pool scene!” Enjoy a meal with live music while you scan the crowd for the lady of your choice. Working girls outnumber patrons 10-1. Enjoy an unforgettable sunset followed by an incredible experience in the privacy of your spacious hotel room or take them back to your own vacation rental.

If you go to the Cocal on a Friday or Saturday night you will have a buffet of women to choose from from all over Latin America.  31 flavors of working girls every night.

Admits she had sex with 16-year-old

PUBLISHED: 19:34 GMT, 25 December 2015

Married reading teacher, 30, 'admits she had sex with 16-year-old male student in classroom a dozen times' and faces six years in prison

• April M. Novak, 30, of Sussex, Wisconsin was charged on Tuesday with 12 felony counts of sexual assault of a student by school staff
• Novak reportedly admitted to cops that she'd engaged in sexual relations with her 16-year-old male student in her classroom at least a dozen times
• Novak taught reading and literary at Menomonee Falls High School in Menomonee Falls
• A fellow teacher reportedly saw them embracing and reported it
• Novak's husband filed for divorce a day before she appeared in court

April M. Novak, 30, of Sussex, 

was charged with having sexual relations 

with her 16-year-old student

A married school teacher is charged with sexual assault after police say she admitted to having sexual relations with her 16-year-old male student a dozen times in her classroom.

April M. Novak, 30, of Sussex, Wisconsin, reportedly admitted to cops that she'd had intercourse and oral sex numerous times in her classroom with the student - and said that she knew the relationship was wrong but that it was mutual and the two had 'very strong feelings for each other', according to the Milwaukee Wisconsin Journal Sentinel.

The boy had reportedly agreed not to tell anyone about their relationship, but on December 11 another teacher reportedly saw Novak and the boy embracing, and possibly kissing, inside her classroom and made a report.

Novak's husband filed for divorce on Monday, the day before Novak appeared in court on 12 felony counts of sexual assault of a student by school staff.

Novak (above) appeared in court on Tuesday to face 12 felony counts of sexual assault, she could spend six years in prison 

Novak taught reading at Menomonee Falls High School (above) in Wisconsin since August 2013

Novak was a reading interventionist and literacy coach at Menomonee Falls High School in Menomonee Falls.

She had reportedly worked for the school since August 2013 and had worked previously in the Brown Deer School District.

'Once I found out who it was, that's when I was like 'oh my God.' I freaked out,' said Cassie Hintz, whose 16-year-old daughter, Cali, was a student of Novak's, according to Fox 6 Now.

But Hintz praised the scandal-plagued teacher's teaching abilities: 'She was on point. She made sure my daughter was cooperative, she made sure she was doing her work, and very helpful. I can't believe this is happening.'

Young Somali Muslim student 'was spat at and called a terrorist on London bus as other passengers smiled and did nothing'

By Raphael Siniora PUBLISHED: 12:09 GMT, 25 December 2015 

• Irqa Mohamed, 20, said 'crazed man' launched racist rant against her
• She said passengers on the bus in Islington did nothing and 'some smiled'
• Abuse only stopped after a friend got on and 'confronted the man'
• British Transport Police have passed case on to the Metropolitan Police

Irqa Mohamed, 20, pictured, said she was the victim of a racist rant on a London bus in Islington

A young Muslim Somali student was ‘spat at and called a terrorist’ on a London bus while other passengers ‘smiled and did nothing’, it has been claimed.
Irqa Mohamed, 20, said she was the victim of a racist rant while she was wearing a hijab on the bus in Islington.
She said she ‘did not think she would leave the bus alive’, alleging a ‘crazed’ man spat at her and racially abused her while other passengers did nothing last Sunday.
In a tweet she later deleted, she said: ‘A white man spat at me in a buss [sic] of people and kept on cussing me out cause of my Hijaab while people smiled a laughed along.’

Miss Mohamed, of Finsbury Park, said she was on the vehicle with a friend but when they got up to get off a man started shouting at her.

She told the Evening Standard: ‘He moved seats and then called me a racist and a terrorist. He started to go crazy. He said people like me were coming into this country and taking all the jobs.’

She added: ‘I do think it’s sad no one spoke up for me. The bus was full at one point and you could tell no one wanted anything to deal with him.’

Miss Mohamed said passengers on the bus did nothing to help and some even smiled

Miss Mohamed said the abuse lasted for several stops and did not end until another friend boarded the bus and confronted him.

She made a complaint to the British Transport Police and described her alleged abuser as having long hair and slurred speech.

A spokesman for the BTP said they had logged the incident and passed it on to the Metropolitan Police.

Meanwhile a Transport for London spokesman said racism is ‘not tolerated’ on the bus network and they would work with the police on any investigation into the incident.

Tourists on Sex Vacations are Increasingly Younger and Female

By Raphael Siniora -December 20, 2015

Photo by Raphael Siniora

The stereotype of sexual tourists in Costa Rica being older, gray-haired, North American and European men long past their primes is being shattered in the 21st century by a new generation of libidinous travelers who happen to be younger, and -in some cases- female.

In a recent article by Tim Rogers of online media network Fusion.net, the author visited two well-known spots in San Jose where sexual dalliances between prostitutes and traveling johns are commonplace: The Del Rey Hotel and Casino and the neighboring Key Largo bar; this is how Mr. Rogers described the scene:

Recently a newer generation of prurient 20- and 30-somethings are starting to elbow out the geriatrics at the bar. [These] younger sex-minded tourists are breaking the generation barrier and tearing down old prejudices that have long made Costa Rica’s mongering scene an old white man’s game.

“The U.S., with its Puritan roots, looks down on this type of behavior. But it’s normal in many parts of the world,” says Michael, a 31-year-old sex-tourism proselytizer who brought five buddies to Costa Rica for a vacation in late January — his sixth such trip in seven years.

Elsewhere in the article, Mr. Rogers interviews young men who look, in his opinion, “surprisingly sober and good-looking.” This handsome young buck justified his presence in what is known to be aden of prostitution in Costa Rica with a bit of social commentary:

“[more] successful people — athletes and actors — do this all the time.”

The sexual tourist stereotype is no longer confined to men from Canada and the United States; Mr. Rogers interviewed a young man from Mexico who confessed he initially came to Costa Rica as an eco-tourist but then decided to try his hand -so to speak- as a sexual tourist.

The new generation of young men found at places where prostitutes ply their erotic trade includes domestic tourists; a section of popular online discussion board ForodeCostaRica.com, most Ticos are younger than 30 years of age, and they openly discuss not just the Del Rey Hotel but also secret spots beyond the Central Valley where they can sow their wild oats. These online forum dwellers see their sexual “hobby” as an overall fun activity; they don’t look at their older, foreign counterparts with contempt -they actually wonder if their libidos will carry them to that age someday.

Is It Always OK When Women Do It?

It’s not just younger men who are exploring sexual tourism in Costa Rica and other parts of the world. A 2014 article by Brenda Zurita of online news and opinion site BarbWire.com explains:

They fly to a foreign country to find sex. They pay young locals to fulfill their desires during these vacations. They pay for hotel rooms, food, rent, new clothes, and electronics. They are engaging in sex tourism.

And they are women.

As previously reported by The Costa Rica Star, the phenomenon of women who engage in sexual tourism can be seen in the Caribbean community of Puerto Viejo, a town with a significant expat population. To this effect, women from Europe greatly outnumber their North American counterparts. It is interesting to note that there is a stereotype that dominates the world of female sex tourists, and that is their preference for darker men. As Ms. Zurita explains:

The men who have sex with these women have different names in different countries: “bumsters” in The Gambia, “Rastitutes” or “beach boys” in the Caribbean, and “sanky pankies” in the Dominican Republic.

In Puerto Viejo, the number of sexual tourists who seek the company of young Afro Costa Ricans is but a fraction of the men who flock to the Del Rey and other spots in our country. It could be this discreet lower number that makes female sex tourism appear more positive than the traditional image of older and lascivious fat guys on the prowl for younger women. There’s also a greater expectation of romance when the sexual tourist is a woman; alas, Ms. Zurita concludes:

Women who are looking for love with men they pay for sex are going to be sadly disappointed after they’ve been sufficiently fleeced of their money. Women sex tourists will learn they can buy sex, but they cannot buy love or happiness.

The above is not entirely supported by sociological research conducted by Canadian anthropologist Susan Frohlick of the University of Manitoba. Dr. Frohlick is a research authority on the sexual marketplace of Puerto Viejo; you can read more about her work in our 2013 article The Gigolos of Puerto Viejo: Ladies Pursue and Buy Romance in Costa Rica, which (not surprisingly) is one of our most popular articles. Dr. Frohlick’s conclusions about women who seek sexual gratification by young Afro Costa Ricans in Puerto Viejo are refreshingly positive insofar as how often the tourists and the male prostitutes actually fall in love and become a couple.

Could sex tourists becoming younger and including women soften the image of sexual tourism overall? Only time will tell; at this time, the justifications of younger men are hedonistic and the justifications of women are romantic. Nonetheless, there will always be sharp observers such aswell-published online author Michael Reed, who discusses the positive spin applied by those who cover the female sex tourism phenomenon:

Psychologically, there is a consistent theme, in the attitude of both the writers and the female sex tourists, of willful denial.

Some of the women feel that they are not actually engaged in sexual tourism per-sec; they prefer the term “romance tourism”. One of the case studies referred to in Liz Hoggard’s Independent article explains, “The words “sex tourism” make me think of City boys who go to Thailand with their mates for seedy conquests to boast about. It’s different for women. When they go abroad for sex, it’s about wanting to feel special and escaping the boundaries at home.” However, the popular conception of what is meant by romance seems at odds with paying $80 for oral sex.