While I’m on my trip my wonderful friend, Amy from A Diary of a Mad Woman is helping me out with the Mothers’ Hideaway Blog. When I told her of my plight about being gone and unable to post for 10 days she came to my rescue! Following is a good taste (hehe) of what you’ll find at her blog. Make sure you check her out! Thank you so much, Amy!!!
The Grand Caymans were beautiful. Clean beaches, beautiful clear turquoise water, some of the best seafood I’ve ever eaten. When not otherwise occupied I was either snorkeling in the water outside our condo or laying out by the pool with the swim-up bar. Pina Coladas are best served pool side. Take my word for it.
Did you like that caveat? When not otherwise occupied? that one? Perhaps this would be a good place for me to tell you with whom I was travelling: Adonis. The same guy that sent ligntning bolts of heat up and down my spine when we first met.
To keep our costs down, we went with Adonis’ roommate and his girlfriend and we shared a condo. For the first half of the trip we had the Master bedroom with attached bathroom…the second half, the pullout sofa in the living room. We were sure to take advantage of all of it.
Mornings were for sleeping in or for me, sneaking out for a run on the beach. The group would be up for breakfast by 9 when we would discuss our plans for the day. We strongly encouraged our roommates to go investigate the island, go take that scuba class, just GO! Adonis and I had some business to take care of!
Snorkeling or swimming in the late morning is how we got our day started but we always made it back up to the room before finding something for lunch.
Yes, we had our days of afternoon delight. We would start in the shower, washing off the salt water or chlorine, washing each other head to toe before letting our mouths wander, our hands linger and tease, our breaths becoming shorter and faster.
The amazing thing about hotel or vacation sex, is that things you would find uncomfortable or awkward at home, are hot and irresistible. At home I was always getting water up my nose. On vacation, the games were fun and tantalizing. Trying to do it against the shower wall at home, a slippery hazzard not often taken, on vacay, legs are stronger, desire hotter and risk forgotten.
Dear reader, let me not mislead you. Not all of our games were played in the shower. Next we made our way to the bedroom. Adonis would chase me, try to catch me before I could dive into the sheets. Sometimes I landed in his lap for a make out session but most times I landed across his lap, where he would tickle and tease me. He drove me as mad with his hands as I had drove him mad with my mouth.
Adonis was good at torturing me into a gelatinous begging mess. Yes, I would beg for him to let us get down to business and he would torture me more. Eventually he would be generous and let me be on top, but often times he would just toss me on back across the bed and make me a very happy woman, taking me like it was the last chance he would have for sex.
Spent we would nap until we either woke from hunger or from the sound of our roommates returning. Yes, I said NAP. Glorious, exhausted and restorative naps. Naps that failed to remove the grins from our faces.
I don’t remember much about island, the places we ate, the tours we took, but the sex. The sex was unforgettable. Now if you’ll excuse me, I t need to book a flight for two.