December Sex Fest! Part Three: I Hate Sand...It's So Coarse on Your Skin...
This is the third of five posts on Sin's and my trip to the Bahamas / move to Michigan. This one will focus on our time on the islands!
So, one of my holiday presents to Sin was two tickets to the Bahamas on a cruise. It was his first time, my second time, and we were hella excited. After our very long drive, we made our way to the port. Parked the car. Walked over to security. The line was super long (we got there right before the boat was to depart). But we got on there!
It was pretty fucking awesome.
Here are some highlights from being on the boat (except for sex stuff, which will be on the next two posts):
1. At a free snack bar on board, Sin discovered the most amazing tuna sandwiches he's ever eaten. Bitch has millefeuille, tiramisu, parfaits, yeah, bitch has parfaits, he has macarons, he's got all this shit for free in front of him. And he keeps coming up for more tuna sandwiches.
2. Sin and I are both anxious. So we ask a LOT of questions when we are in new scenarios. However, due to language issues, it was almost impossible to get most of our questions answered by someone. This did not help our anxiety.
3. We had assigned seating at dinner. We sat next to two other couples. One was a college straight couple. The other was two elderly people from Michigan who came down for the cruise and were planning another immediately after to "stay out of Michigan for the winter." I'm trying to imagine what it's like to have that money. "Hey honey, I'm cold." "Oh really? What should we do? Turn on the heater?" "No dear, that makes no sense. Fetch my passport; we are moving to a cruiseline for the next few months!" Anyway, both couples were super annoying. They complained about the cruise experience the entire time and were talking about demanding refunds, etc. Sin and I just ate our food and tried not to look up.
Now! I want to talk to you about the islands. Our cruise was a three night cruise. It took off from Florida for the first night. Spent the next day at an island the fucking cruiseline just bought. The next day was at Nassau.
So, we weren't allowed to spend more than three or four hours at the cay because of weather. A lot of people genuinely didn't get off the boat. Sin and I walked the entirety of the island, just holding hands the whole time. We had sandals on, and we had just had fun.
I took him up to the lighthouse first. May or may not have gotten him to whip his dick out. Cannot confirm. The following picture of course has nothing to do with that.
And we took a lot of hot pics on the beach there too.
The next day, at Nassau, it was pouring cats and more cats. We were literally the first ones off the boat. We weren't sure anyone else was going to get off. We wanted to check it out, so we took off down the market streets. Immediately, the cries started. You know in the Grinch, when at the very end, the narrator says the Grinch heard something small and it grew louder and louder as more voices joined in? That was this. But instead of singing, "Da boo doris," they were screaming, "LET US BRAID YOUR HAIR!"
We went to a few souvenir shops. Then we went to the Straw Market. Since it was pouring, all the vendors were inside; it looked like an abandoned warehouse. Someone came up to us from the market, welcoming us to the Bahamas, and had two little homemade bracelets. He started tying them to our wrists, calling them a "welcoming gift" and asked us where we were from, made light conversation. It felt kinda cool. Then, he asked for a donation. We didn't have any change on us. He said ok, and untied the bracelets from our wrists. But before we could take off, like good, little embarrassed and frustrated tourists, he guides us into the market to the first vendor, and so we were whored off vendor by vendor, deeper into the warehouse market, the lone tourists, with the light fading in the distance.
We bought something and fled.
We ate at the infamous Senor Frog's and then got the fuck back on the boat. And we stayed there till Florida!
While the next two posts will be about our sexventures, here's the comment question of the day for this one: have you ever had a vacation where it rained? What did you do to combat that?
So, one of my holiday presents to Sin was two tickets to the Bahamas on a cruise. It was his first time, my second time, and we were hella excited. After our very long drive, we made our way to the port. Parked the car. Walked over to security. The line was super long (we got there right before the boat was to depart). But we got on there!
It was pretty fucking awesome.
Here are some highlights from being on the boat (except for sex stuff, which will be on the next two posts):
1. At a free snack bar on board, Sin discovered the most amazing tuna sandwiches he's ever eaten. Bitch has millefeuille, tiramisu, parfaits, yeah, bitch has parfaits, he has macarons, he's got all this shit for free in front of him. And he keeps coming up for more tuna sandwiches.
2. Sin and I are both anxious. So we ask a LOT of questions when we are in new scenarios. However, due to language issues, it was almost impossible to get most of our questions answered by someone. This did not help our anxiety.
3. We had assigned seating at dinner. We sat next to two other couples. One was a college straight couple. The other was two elderly people from Michigan who came down for the cruise and were planning another immediately after to "stay out of Michigan for the winter." I'm trying to imagine what it's like to have that money. "Hey honey, I'm cold." "Oh really? What should we do? Turn on the heater?" "No dear, that makes no sense. Fetch my passport; we are moving to a cruiseline for the next few months!" Anyway, both couples were super annoying. They complained about the cruise experience the entire time and were talking about demanding refunds, etc. Sin and I just ate our food and tried not to look up.
Now! I want to talk to you about the islands. Our cruise was a three night cruise. It took off from Florida for the first night. Spent the next day at an island the fucking cruiseline just bought. The next day was at Nassau.
So, we weren't allowed to spend more than three or four hours at the cay because of weather. A lot of people genuinely didn't get off the boat. Sin and I walked the entirety of the island, just holding hands the whole time. We had sandals on, and we had just had fun.
Look at the way those trees arch their backs. Hot.
I took him up to the lighthouse first. May or may not have gotten him to whip his dick out. Cannot confirm. The following picture of course has nothing to do with that.
Ooo, look at the pretty water!
And we took a lot of hot pics on the beach there too.
Psst, I'm not wearing any underwear.
Psst, now you can SEE I'm not wearing any underwear! Also, the marker on my chest is from the night before (you'll see more in the next blog post). It says Property of Weasel (Sin's furry name).
Even on vacay, gotta stay caffeinated. I was looking for the Starbucks mermaid. She did not disappoint.
Sin decided to show off his yellow underwear. Sexy banana goof.
We are cute~
Omg, Sin is now a deer. Look at his tree antlers.
The next day, at Nassau, it was pouring cats and more cats. We were literally the first ones off the boat. We weren't sure anyone else was going to get off. We wanted to check it out, so we took off down the market streets. Immediately, the cries started. You know in the Grinch, when at the very end, the narrator says the Grinch heard something small and it grew louder and louder as more voices joined in? That was this. But instead of singing, "Da boo doris," they were screaming, "LET US BRAID YOUR HAIR!"
We went to a few souvenir shops. Then we went to the Straw Market. Since it was pouring, all the vendors were inside; it looked like an abandoned warehouse. Someone came up to us from the market, welcoming us to the Bahamas, and had two little homemade bracelets. He started tying them to our wrists, calling them a "welcoming gift" and asked us where we were from, made light conversation. It felt kinda cool. Then, he asked for a donation. We didn't have any change on us. He said ok, and untied the bracelets from our wrists. But before we could take off, like good, little embarrassed and frustrated tourists, he guides us into the market to the first vendor, and so we were whored off vendor by vendor, deeper into the warehouse market, the lone tourists, with the light fading in the distance.
We bought something and fled.
Gaaaaaaaay
This is not how you spell either of our names. Weesel is not Weasel. Johny is not Jonny.
We ate at the infamous Senor Frog's and then got the fuck back on the boat. And we stayed there till Florida!
Look to the sky! What do you see?! ASS!
Bae wants that froggie D.
While the next two posts will be about our sexventures, here's the comment question of the day for this one: have you ever had a vacation where it rained? What did you do to combat that?
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