Day one of the tour, I was sat at the back of the bus, like the cool kids on a school trip, when my seat was taken over by a suitcase. I had no option but to ride shotgun.
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I brought my wit, charm and plethora of filthy stories with me to the front of the bus to pass the time. I was later informed it took until our first pit stop at a waterfall before the tour guide TG was hooked. Later that evening, after dinner and drinks in the pub, some of the group decided to carry on drinking, resulting in TG taking shelter in my bed when a guy in his room vomited all over the floor. Needless to say no magic happened that night. Day two began with a 9km walk to see Montezuma falls. It was a perfect photo opportunity so I stripped off to my swimsuit.
As it was bloody freezing, rather than taking it off again I layered my clothes on top. By the time the bus stopped for lunch, my swimsuit was cutting me in half so once the bus had emptied I whipped off my pants and redressed.
You can imagine my horror 10 minutes later when I go to the bathroom and see a black slug feasting on my coochie. In the process of pulling on my knickers the leech had migrated from my ankle!! Totally freaked out I forced TG into the bathroom to inspect me for more… kicking myself for not putting on nice underwear that day. He lent in for a kiss but I was not about to have a a makeout session in a toilet! He had a double bed in a shared room.
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I stripped off and snuggled in for warmth, however since the other room occupants were already in bed, noise had to be kept at a minimum, so no sex but he worked magic with his fingers. Day threes activities included a walk around a lake in the rain at the base of Cradle Mountain plus some other tourist pit stops.
The night time activities were much more enjoyable. I joined TG in his private room after dinner,he worked his tongue over my clit bringing me to a leg trembling orgasm within minutes. Wow, this man had skills. He redeemed himself with the correct amount of hair pulling and neck biting. Day four highlights was a trip to the bay of fires, where I embraced the 16 degree water and plunged right in. It was positively tropical after months of scuba diving in England. That evening we stopped in a little town called Bicheno, the tour bus descended on the local pub, which over happy hour you get he chance to win frozen chickens!
Only in Tasmania! We preceded to have sex on the kitchen table in his apartment.
It was quite vigorous, the table which started in the centre of the room ended up being banged against the wall. Day five was perhaps my favourite day on the tour, we went to wineglass bay, which has been voted in the top ten beaches in the world. Rather than head to the beach, a small group of us opted to climb Mount Amos instead.
But I persevered and was rewarded with one of the most breathtakingly beautiful views I had ever seen. The latter won. After a last group dinner and drinks he whisked me off to bed for one last orgasm! You have no mundane pressures of everyday life, no arguing over who will take the rubbish out or who will cook dinner. The biggest decision you have to make is which bikini to wear and which location would give you a better view of sunset. Just a little bit.
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It all started with a harmless flirt, a wink across the dive shop, a sharing of a hammock when there were no other seats. The butterflies built as I caught his eye. The fact he was tall, tanned, had rugby-player thighs and perfect teeth just sealed the deal. We initially kept our fling under wraps, not wanting to disturb the group dynamic; however there are only so many times you can sneak off without being questioned. By day we would dive together, flirting with hand signals and bubble rings, by night we would watch the sunset before retiring into the air-con to pillow talk late into the night — well 10pm, sex in 35 degree heat is exhausting!
Initially I had a heart of stone, kept guarded from previous heartbreak; I would keep my flings with men short and sweet, using them for my own needs with not a cuddle in sight. He cooked me eggs for breakfast, carried my scuba tank on to the boat, rented out a cinema — generally restored my faith in men.
On our last night together we were woken in the middle of the night by a thunder storm, so loud the walls trembled and the power went out. We went to investigate, alongside all of the other occupants from the neighbouring apartments. Lightning successfully chased, we returned inside. That man had some serious moves.
When you spend a lot of time in close proximity with someone, its very easy to get too comfortable too soon. Gag central. At least KG had the decency to pretend it never happened! I may have not been so subtle. One night I merrily burst through his door, gave him a blowie followed by the best ride of his life.
The downside to living on a small island is the jungle gossip drums rumble on a daily basis. I think it came out of boredom. It was heard through the grapevine that KG thought I was using him for sex well maybe initially — but I eventually stopped sneaking out and started spending the night! Following a brush with the law, I went to a beach party and drowned my sorrows. He was not impressed. It was also around this time I heard he was getting close to a female diving instructor and I got the cold shoulder.
Since I had legal dramas to contend with, I backed off, leaving him to get on with it. That being said, we were all adults, we talked through our issues — apparently I drank too much all lies and he became more sociable. Will the chemistry still be there? Will it fall flat on its face? I had made it to the ripe old age of 24 before I kissed another girl.
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By kiss I mean full on makeout, tongues included, I have kissed friends as a greeting. But I shall share with you all the details of my first and more than likely my last lesbian encounter… or several encounters depending on your viewpoint. I had been living on the island of Utila for approximately a month; I had definitely relaxed into the island vibe.
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