Reflections from Time with Rene

This was drafted on Monday when I got back after spending 5 and a half days with Rene. Sadly, I am now back into the swing of things and getting crapped on (metaphorically, not physically) in every direction both professionally (work) and personally (the husband and other interpersonal relationships. I might have to write that one out to help me think things through but in the meantime, here's what's been written from last week. 

Ok. I just got home. Like, literally. I haven't even unpacked yet. I just spent the last 5 days with Rene on an island off of Bali and we left there this afternoon so he could catch his flight back. I don't know why I feel so compelled to blog, maybe cos I was thinking about this the whole ride back here. 

It's strange. I think about it now and 5 days is a short time. We enjoy each other's company. Well, it's mostly the sex. The sex is great. Like, grrrreat. LOL. I think we have accepted that we are each other's fuck toy. There is an emotional element too, and that's important. But physically, he is a fun fuck. LOL. Sorry, I'm getting distracted. I was saying, 5 days is such a short time. But it also isn't. A day or two in and i was contemplating taking off on my own. It was mind numbing. Then it picked back up towards the end. I guess that happens.

Day one started well. We decided to check into a hotel close to where we had to catch the ferry to the island. His flight was later in the day and we decided we'd catch the first ferry out the next day. I got to the hotel first, and told him to send me updates on his time of arrival. My idea was, I'd dress up as a fucktoy, cuffed to the bed, and he comes in and sees me waiting for him as he got there. LOL  Sounds fucking lame but uh...I've never had one complaint when it's been done in the past. And hey, don't judge. Recycling ideas is....normal. Ish. 

So...the best laid plans. Except his flight got delayed, he didn't update me, and I ended up falling asleep in the room, all dressed up. When he finally got there, one of the hotel staff came up with him, presumably to show him where the room was. It was the hotel staff who opened the door, stepped in and saw me in bed with a collar that spelled "Fuck Me", a see-through white t-shirt that said "Fuck Toy" in front, and tiny, red and black pleated skirt with no underwear on. Oh, and one wrist cuffed to the bed. LOL  Rene reacted the fastest, pushed past the guy, grabbed a towel and threw it over my legs. He then thanked the guy and ushered him out. LOL

I guess it worked cos it got the desired result...? Rene ended up ripping that t-shirt into three pieces, and we even damaged the fake handcuff. SO yeah, it started pretty well. That first evening, we fucked hard and loud. I am generally not....very quiet, but that first evening we both kinda let loose. THere was a group of 5 guys, staying in two rooms beside us. They were hanging around outside our room. What made it really awkward was, when we eventually left our room for dinner, we had to walk past them. They all gave us sheepish looks. We went out, ate and came back and they were gone. We got back into our room, and a few minutes later we heard them hanging around outside again. LOL 
Ferry to the island was packed, the ride was choppy and the whole island has changed dramatically since I was last there about 2plus years ago. I guess all of that was inevitable. Rene booked us a place in a nice resort, and we had our own tiny pool within our villa. THey had a larger pool for everyone else in the resort, which was directly outside our villa. Anyways. When we checked in, they gave us the run down on what we can get up to on the island. We made plans for a few things that day. Uh...none of which we did. We ended up spending the whole fucking day...uh..we spent the whole day fucking. LOL

Not the whole day but...we unpack, which wasn't hard cos i hardly brought any clothes. LOL. We unpack, I jump into the pool, he jumps in and we ended up fucking under the sun, which is something I have sorely missed. There's something I really like about fucking in the sun, or/and in the rain. Maybe it's just fucking outdoors. But yeah, that was carnal. No kissing, no talking. He gets in the water, i find his dick already hard, i climb on it and rode him like i was one of the stuntmen on the series Yellowstone. We splashed and wet the entire outdoor area around the pool.

After that, we rested for a while before i got up, put on my bikini and wanted to go out and  do some actual swimming. I put my bikini on and I'm checking myself in the mirror, and right before I get to the door, he grabs me, throws me on his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom. Of course I kick and scream, like really scream, but he knew that i fucking love that. LOL. That is arguably the best part about big boy sex. Ok, second best part. Best part has to be stand and carry sex. That shit hit's deeeeeep. LOL. Getting flipped around like a pancake in bed is fun too. Anyways. 

We rented a two bikes for 5 days, and ended up only riding out on 2 . We went to a beach and snorkelled, but mostly just ended up fooling around in the water. I don't think the other...people, appreciated it cos boy did we get some death stares. . We went out for drinks nearby that friday night. I wanted to get a little drunk, dance a bit, and then fuck his brains out. He, clearly didn't get the memo. He drank a little too much, I had to drag all 130kg of his ass back to our room and he fell asleep on the couch. I think it was that, plus we were also both tired from all the physical exertions...the entire Saturday was mind numbing. That was the day I had serious thoughts about running off. LOL

We got better that evening and had dinner in the hotel where we met another couple. Belgians, i think. They were younger than we both were, and very nice. Rene and the guy really hit it off. They were speaking in French half the time and were laughing by themselves.We met them again the next day and rode out to a really nice seafood place, and as we left, they kept fist bumping each other and saying things like "gotta go man. Gotta go back and smash!"  -_-  Boys....doesn't matter how old they get. LOL. I mean, I was also looking forward to it, "smashing", or getting "smashed".   But its sooo fucking juvenile though. LOL

We were pretty loud at the resort too, but nothing crazy. We also didn't leave our villa much, and had them deliver food to us . We take turns going to the door to collect the food, but one time, i caught one of the guys staring at Rene's crotch. LOL. I don't blame him. Short on or not, you'd see his dick hanging down the side. LOL

When we checked out, the front counter staff was speaking to us and remarked that I had gotten more tan, and it kinda made my skin shine (Always a nice thing to hear. LOL ). One of the ladies kept complimenting me, telling me my skins glowing. I thanked her, of course, but couldn't stop thinking it's probably cos I've had cum blasted across my face for the past few days, and not so much the sun. LOL

SO yeah. That was 5 days worth with Rene. Takeaways? Um...let's see

• Sex is good exercise. Like really. I'm way leaner than I was a week ago. Ain't that strange. It's tiring too. It's also a good mix of...strength training and cardio. But i guess that depends on...what you get up to.

• I still can't choke down his whole dick. And gawd know I tried. From all angles too. On my knees (swore i gave them a break, but didn't really). Upside down. SIdeways. On the bed, head hanging over. Nope. Didn't happen, and don't think it ever will. I fucking choked on more than a few occasions. Which reminds me, gotta give props to the pros. I mean....I've seen some deep, deeep throating. That's a damn skill.

• I like. Uh...loooove getting carried around and fucked. Better still when he carries me all over the place. Like missionary on the bed, then i grab his neck, and he carries me and walks while jamming his dick into me, walks me over to the dining table. Then repeats it and covers the whole damn villa. Fuck. I can cum reliving that

• I like riding him hard. There really is something about seeing the beads of sweat forming on his head, chest and running down his abs. I rode him so hard a few times i cramped up. Once in my abs, once in my thighs. I don't stop when he cums too. . 

• I have a thing for big, muscular thighs. I never thought I would. But well...there you go.

• I sat on his face for over an hour. He didn't....uh..he wasn't working it the whole time. But I was on his face for over an hour. He seemed to have liked it. I have never done that before.

• I really didn't care when the people around us judged me. I never cared much in the past, but I did care to a point. I even thrived on it before. Like playing a role. This time though, I really couldn't be bothered. The hotel we stayed in the first night. The guys outside the room and the staff mostly thought i was a hooker. OR an escort. I know as much cos I kinda understood them when they spoke. I thought it'd bother me a little, or actually turned me on thinking about it. But it didn't. SO yay. Personal growth i guess...?

• This is gonna sound bad but..uh..giant dick in the ass isn't as extreme as giant dick in the pussy. LOL. I've taken him in the ass a few times before, but not as often or as extreme as this past 5 days. Uh..is it a reflection of my ass that i feel that way? LOL  FUck it. Like i said. Don't care. It is what it is. 

• Still don't like spitting. Still find it weird how many of my male partners are into feet. But the feet thing i can play along. Spitting? No thank you.