22

And I’m back home, Sydney I missed you!

It’s so good to be home. It really is.

For one, I am back in my queen sized bed. Where I can roll around and not slam into a brick wall. I swear I’ve scraped all the skin off my left arm from trying to roll and waking up face planting the wall.

You see, I went up the north coast for my university classes. Being that I’m doing my study externally it means that I have to spend a week up near the NSW & QLD border.

Yes, I was there… Lismore [Source]Now, Lismore is lovely. It’s densely forested. It has rivers, I mean it is known as part of the Northern Rivers after all and since I am the smart woman doing an environmental degree I spent a lot of time waist deep in fresh water, salt water or shrubs. In the middle of winter.

Smart? Possibly not my smartest move, however at least I didn’t end up in the river head over tits in the river like my team-mate. Oh no, I just splashed my way through because I figured I was going to get wet and there was no point trying to avoid it.

What I didn’t plan on, however, were the tics.

Continue Reading

4

Quarter mile high club? – Road Tripping Memories

Following on from my last fuck filled night in Vegas – our jaunt out of Vegas was just as much fun on the Greyhound.

Goodbye Las Vegas! Thanks for the concrete burn! <3

We were seedy, hung over like hell and hadn’t eaten anything by the time we loaded the bus at about 8 am. We crawled to the back of the bus and he wedged himself in the corner and I literally threw myself over him and we went back to sleep.

We woke up somewhere on the outskirts of Nevada and had a brief chat. Yes, his head hurt. Yes my head hurt. No I had no water. Oh he did in his backpack. Fantastic. No headache tablets. What’s the next stop again? I need more sleep. So we snuggled back into it and passed out.

Next we woke up and I think we were in Arizona. My head was pounding like a bitch and somehow my hand had ended up in his crotch with my face not too far behind on his stomach. Well hello there Mr Throbber. He might have been asleep but his other parts weren’t! I decided to behave myself until at least the bus was a bit less “full of people”. I didn’t want to be kicked off in the middle of Arizona with no idea where I was and a killer hang over.

And I know “sexual” things weren’t allowed on Greyhounds, the man driving told us so before starting the bus up and leave. Maybe I had a sign on my forehead that he noticed as I climbed on to the bus??

I think I went back to sleep. With my hand cupping his hard on. Some girls like teddy bears, what can I say? I like a full raging boner to snuggle.

Continue Reading