The Sun in beaming down, caressing and kissing your skin, whilst the Ocean sings her song in the background. The waves are enrapturing, delicate splashes bless your vessel, as the smell of sea salt tickles your nose. You’re hot. The fine white sand is burning the soles of your feet, but you bare the pain because its right here that you feel at peace…
Why is it that we limit ourselves to a few holidays a year? In what realm is it normal for the majority to work 11 months, and have 1 month (or less), to connect, rest and re-charge?
This narrative, this paradigm, is a real bunch of bullshit.
IT’S UNHEALTHY.
When I have the opportunity to explore somewhere new, I feel an internal shift. The kind that sends shivers down your spine, and puts a smile upon your face. I can’t help but shut my eyes, take a deep breath and declare to the Divine, just how grateful I am. Coming out of our usual environments is ESSENTIAL for living a healthy life. Being exposed to new energies that seduce all of your senses is orgasmic, and opens up pathways to new modalities. Jamaica came at the perfect time.
If you’ve been following my journey for a while, you will know that the last few years have been a whirlwind of transformation, in good ways and in bad. New habits have been created, and old habits have poked their head in on occasion. Before I took the flight, I could feel myself becoming unbalanced. I was exhausted, unmotivated, and lacking direction which is totally unlike me!
I’m not built for work, I’m built to play.
Waking up in the morning with no set routine is bliss for me. Letting my body intuitively choose what to do, brings me a form of peace that I am determined to re-create on a daily basis. Not just for a two week holiday to escape the harsh reality of Western living. The Sun just makes life better. The sea helps me ebb and flow, and I’m reminded of what’s actually important in my life; not what society tells me is important.
Paradise doesn’t have to be temporary.
Whilst I lay on the sun lounger, soaking up all of the vitamin D I possibly could, I kept reminding myself that the only reason this isn’t a daily reality, is because I’ve chosen for it not to be. The reason many of us live a life we aren’t fully satisfied with, is because we are afraid to take the leap into the unknown. We refuse to break our boundaries out of fear.
Time for change.
Upon my return home, I have vowed to myself that I WILL find a way to explore the world on a regular basis. All to often we make excuses, whether it be money, work, or any kind of responsibility we have become attached to. I’ve had enough of making excuses. I am putting my words into action, exploring avenues outside of my comfort zone that will enable me to live the life my soul yearns for. I don’t care how long it takes, I have every bit of faith that I will create a life I love even more than one I’m currently living. Until then, I will settle for some exotic getaways.
But what’s a holiday without a little romance?
Now many of you are aware that men have not been a focus for me these last few years, they should have never been a focus in the first place. I’ve had romantic interests on holiday but I've never actually slept with anyone abroad. I couldn’t tell you the reason why, its just never been a thing.
Jamaica opened my mind, as well as my legs…
I met many lovely men out there. I was told by friends before I left that the Jamaicans would love me, and without sucking my own clit; they did. Whether it be the bus driver, tour guide, videographer or bar tender, I was definitely not short of attention. One bartender had a real gentle vibe about him, something special in his eyes. So naturally, when he asked me out on a date I couldn’t help but say yes. He took me to a cute little restaurant which had waterfall features trickling behind us as we ate. The pier was glistening, reflecting the lights that surrounded the area. I sit there munching on my honey BBQ wings and Jerk salad, listening to him tell me about his life. Half of it was in a patois so he had to keep repeating himself, but the vibes were high and the laughter flowed.
We finished our food (which I struggled to eat on a belly full of alcohol) and then he took me back to the ghetto. It was definitely an experience. We rolled up to some half built buildings, the crickets chirped even louder out here. Locals were playing dominoes and my date kept checking to see if I was okay. He leads me down this narrow path of rubble, through wire fences and then eventually we came to a small building. The front door was about two foot off the floor, my date steps onto two huge concrete slabs and then grabs my hand to pull me up.
He opens his front door and I step into a VERY clean room. Considering the state of the outside area I was pleasantly impressed. The room is lit with a red light, the floor tiles are shining, the bed perfectly made and a fan is blowing slightly cool air. We continue to chat and then he grabs me and pulls me close. We begin to kiss but the flow wasn’t as great as I’d hoped. Kissing is important to me, I like sloppy tings, biting lips, sucking on tongues and spitting in my mouth, but the rhythm just felt off.
I begin to undress and he looks at me in awe, I feel appreciated. He is loving my ass, spanking me; I tell him to spank me harder. He undresses too and then climbs onto the bed, he gently rubs my pussy whilst looking me in the eyes. I see him growing, getting excited about what he can see and feel; he goes to slide himself in me. I stop him. There’s no way I’m letting him enter without protection so I hand him a condom. He is refusing to put it on at first so I pull myself up and close my legs. He looks at me with puppy dog eyes whilst I give him a resting bitch face back. He puts it on.
Slow strokes caress my insides as I pull him in closer, he picks up the speed and depth, my volume picks up too. I place my legs on his shoulders and let him push in deeper, he pulls out of me for a second and folds my legs (like you’re sitting cross legged on the floor at school) I’m still on my back at this point and I’ve never had someone put me in this position before. It was fucking delicious. I could feel me melt all around him. We transition from laying on the bed, to me being bent over it. I don’t know what it is about getting hit from the back, but in recent years if I’m not really eased into it, I find it painful. My guy is wanting to dagga dat and I’m real hesitant to back it up. I start off gently and we find our flow. Until he pulls on my pony tail and pushes real hard, it hurt! I jump off his dick in pain and he apologises - as he fucking should.
Anyway, I’ve already cummed at this point and he hasn’t, so I get him to lay down whilst my mouth goes to work. He loved it. Well, his actual words were ‘dat mouts dangerous’, yes sir, yes it fucking is. He busses, he tastes good. We lay there for a moment and reflect on what’s just happened. Soaking up all of the good energies, we giggle, he kisses my forehead and thanks god for sending me to him. He takes a cheeky pic of me before I clean myself up and then drops me back to my hotel. He has work at 9am and I’m not prepared to have to get up at the time on my holiday; even though I was up before then every morning anyway. Overall, it was a successful evening and a successful first for me.
And then came the American…we’re going to need a whole new blog for that one 👀
Speak soon, Lovers
SIS
xox
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