Melanie Hamlett tells how relocating from the U.S. to France and the sexcapades that followed helped turn her into a boss in and out of the bedroom.
Melanie Hamlett tells how her holiday on the French Riviera ended up filled with a long list of men wanting to have sex with her.
My little Pfizer bender was fun and all, but it’s over for now.
Doctors who said sex from behind wouldn’t pass COVID, feasts before sex, and lots and lots of decor. Welcome to French sex libertine style in the age of coronavirus.
Rather than sit through another cringe Christmas, I once headed to Argentina to spend it with complete strangers. What ensued was bananas, but also heartwarming and sad.
Sure, you can meet a wonderful German guy who will take you all over Barcelona on a scooter, but you can also end up at dinner pantomiming for hours.
Statistically the trail is one of the safest places in the U.S., but when a tent is all that separates you from a potential predator, the danger becomes terrifyingly real.
The coronavirus crisis has left expats and immigrants around the world in agonizing limbo as countries shut borders and jobs disappear.
After escaping to Valparaíso, I found myself in the middle of a truly surreal Easter celebration replete with a bloody live Jesus and fires all over the city.
Melanie Hamlett lived out of her Toyota pickup for five years before giving it up and moving to New York. Then she got nostalgic for road life. That was her first mistake.