SINGLES have gone batty for online dating – but can you really find love at the touch of a button?
This week, Fabulous columnist Tinderella gets hot and heavy on hols…
Getty – Contributor This year’s mood-booster took the form of a Spanish guy called Daniel who ran a moped hire company
HOLIDAY sex, you rock my world. I’ve just hobbled back from a week of sun, sea and bone-rattling bedroom action with a complete stranger.
My mate Rach is single again (YES! I mean . . . are you OK, hun?) so we decided to go on a shag mission along one of Spain’s nicer costas.
Spanish men are like catnip to me. I love their macho confidence. I love that they can dance.
They are also unselfconsciously affectionate, a delicious little bonus to being such physical creatures at heart.
Alamy Daniel was funny, flattering and wildly flirtatious – and suddenly, all Tinderella’s reasons not to be a ‘Brit abroad’ cliche just evaporated
So like a cat in a sunbeam, I lap up their attention, throwing caution (but never precautions) to the wind.
Daniel was this year’s mood booster. He runs a moped hire company (yes, I know), is my age and divorced.
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I speak un poco de Spanish and he speaks good English. We met in the marina while Rach and I were deciding which yacht we’d steal if we could.
At first I ignored him. But we kept running into each other and eventually we got talking in a beach bar over a boozy lunch.
Getty – Contributor Tinderell knew she would never see Daniel again, so she felt bold enough to try things she wouldn’t with a new boyfriend back home
He was funny, flattering and wildly flirtatious – and suddenly, all my reasons not to be a “Brit abroad” cliche just evaporated.
A 2017 poll rated Spanish men as the best lovers in the world.
Well, amen to that. The first time we had sex was like we’d been at it for years . . . in a good way.
He just knew how to turn me on – without the need for a compass and a roadmap. Unflinchingly filthy, this man is the satnav of sex.
He knew where to touch me, how to touch me . . . and when to just go at it hammer and tongs.
Alamy Online dating with its swipes and likes and endless tedious BS was but a distant memory as Tinderella laughed and drank her way to delirium
Yes, that kind of mid-coital ease is usually only the preserve of serial shaggers. But I tried not to think about that. And besides, who cares when the orgasms are this good?
We spent the next three days in bed.
Online dating with its swipes and likes and endless tedious BS was but a distant memory as I laughed and drank my way to delirium.
I knew I would never see Daniel again, so I felt bold enough to try things I wouldn’t with a new boyfriend back home. (No, not that.)