Category: Travel
Pinched Nips in Italy
I asked Sir if, while I was in Italy, I could forgo pee permission. He gave me “The Look.” The one that says, “Seriously? Why would you even ask?” Umm…the eight hour time difference? The fact that I’ll be climbing up and down mountains in rural Italy, won’t have my…
Outlaw Cuban Titties
Celebrating Boobday I came across these images from a couple years ago, taken during my first trip with M, my Canadian play partner. They were actually taken by his other play partner, who had also been on the trip. It was an exciting adventure, and the beginning of a wonderful…
When life gives you lemons…
Amalfi lemons, that is… …drink Limoncello.
Some Views of Italy – the First Days
I have some posted some sexy goings-on in Italy, now it’s time for some more scenic views. This is a map of the area we hiked. The red line is the Path of the Gods from Bomarano to Positano, which is the hike we did the second day we were…
A Bellyful of Cum – in Italy
I could have used the word “semen,” but “cum” just sounds so much yummier. And okay, it’s not actually a full belly – I’m always hungry for more.
Massage the Anxiety Away
It is our last day/night in Italy. We are staying in Amalfi one last night and having a spa day as a wind-up of our visit. Tomorrow we head back to Naples and then to Amsterdam, where we have a long layover, about 19 hours. We’re going to explore the…
Titties in Italy
In Amalfi for the next five days. Twin beds – haha. No luggage yet – not so haha. Relaxing after an incredible hike on the Path of the Gods.
First Impressions
I’m in Europe! It’s my first time “abroad” (I think that term only applies to Europe, right? Not the Caribbean, Mexico or Canada?) Anyway, here I am. In Italy, to be precise. In Naples, to be even more so. And to be specific, I am in a little hotel room…
Bowler Jade
So Adam and I are a sitting here in the Atlanta airport waiting for our flight to Amsterdam. Amsterdam – me! My first trip to Europe. I’m beyond excited. Our final destination is Italy: the Amalfi Coast. But that’s more than twelve hours – and an ocean – away from…
Cowboy in My Mouth, pt. 2
So there we were, giggling madly inside the tent as the actual cowgirl rode away in her truck. The clamps on my nipples had done their job, and Lil Sister was wide awake and throbbing. I made to turn over, to get up to get ready for our ride, but…