We’re back from our hedonistic trip to paradise that ended all too quickly! Didya miss me?
Of course I can hear the choruses of, ‘We never noticed you’d gone!‘ echoing around me, but I’m still basking in the afterglow of paradise, so it’s all water off a snorkel-bunny’s back.
As you can see, my legs got worked over exceptionally well during our trip away…
Unfortunately it wasn’t Master’s hand that left me looking like I’d been thrashed into next week, just that devilish thing called the sun. It’s amazing what a lack of ozone layer will do to you (I would like to point out that I was lathered in SPF 30+ and still managed to end up like this!) I’d post a pic of my matching sunburnt back, but I’m sure you’d all like to keep your breakfast/lunch/dinner down.
Along with my two pairs of swimmers, I also took a pair of thigh-high boots for Master’s pleasure and I have to say that with my roasted legs, it created a lovely blend of pleasure and pain – his pleasure, my pain…of course. Boots and beach don’t really mix and I’m sure I’ll be shaking sand out of them for the next couple of months.
I spent my time there snorkelling, snorkelling, koala-ing Master, snorkelling and snorkelling. Master spent his time there snoozing, being my koala post, snoozing, swimming and snoozing. Other than the slightly unnerving experience of having sting rays swimming around your feet and mysterious large black shadows passing in the ocean nearby (we hope it was a manta ray or a turtle or a school of fish or a whaleshark and not a shark), we had a totally wonderful time. I don’t think I’ve been that relaxed for quite a while. It was Master’s birthday yesterday (Happy Birthday Master!!) and although he spent most of it driving, I hope the memories of paradise eased the pain of having nothing but road and swarms of flies in front of him for hours.
And so where did we go? We went to the Ningaloo Reef resort in Coral Bay which is about 1200kms north of Perth:
Between Perth and Coral Bay there are a few one-horse towns, masses of roadkill (consisting of kangaroos, goats, cows, sheep, rabbits and foxes) and lots and lots of nothingness. Every now and then just to break-up the monotony and keep the driver on his toes, there was a mob of emus:
or a mini-herd of cows drifting across the road:
Maybe reality is sometimes as good as fantasy.
P.S Oh, and I got spanked and ravished and face-slapped while we were there too….does that satisfy for smut content?