Yes. I am alive. I know it’s been a hot minute since a wrote a blog post. A lot has happened in the last year and a half. I have a lot to fill you in on. I met a wonderful man from New York and fell deeply in love with him. We did long distance from London to NYC, for over a year, and it seemed so perfect in the beginning. We travelled back and forth, thousands of miles to visit each other, spoke every day and went on some amazing holidays, to some exotic locations. But now it’s over and I am heartbroken. I won’t go into it too much now but I was finally so happy alone before I met him. It’s been over two months since we split up. A few weeks ago I was in a job that didn’t stimulate me and I was feeling utterly gutted over my breakup. As I have previously discovered, travelling is a great cure for many things so I quit my job and booked a ticket to Mexico City. I flew out here for the day of the dead festival. Think coco and James Bond part 8 (or whatever that one is called). Right now I am sat on a small mini van trying not to be sick on a 7 hour, perilous journey through windy mountain Mexican roads to a small beach town called Puerto Escondido. It’s the perfect time to fill you in on the shenanigans so far. 

First stop was Mexico City and I was hit by how crumbling the buildings were in my Uber drive to my hostel. I have been to cancun before but this was real Mexico. I was scared shitless when asked to get out and walk the last ten minutes, because traffic was a disaster and roads had been closed due to a parade in the centre. Everyone back home kept telling me me how dangerous Mexico City and generally all of Central America is. I walked the last ten minutes to my hotel praying not to get mugged. I saw no tourists and but lots of Mexican festival goers with their faces painted for Dias de los Muertos. Arriving safely at the hostel, I was greeted by loud music, margaritas and tacos on the roof for their day of the dead party. I have arrived and all is well! Plan number 1: eat my body weight in tacos and possibly drown myself in margaritas.

The next day I quickly made friends with some travellers and did a walking tour of Mexico City, visiting some Mayan ruins, food markets, and eating the most delicious, authentic enchiladas for lunch. I just know I am going to put on 100 pounds in Central America the food is just that good! A visit to Mexico City is not complete without witnessing Lucho Libre – Mexican wrestling! So I joined a group at the hostel and took a shot of mexcal and a wrestling mask for the road. As we were just about to depart a new arrival stepped into the lobby. He’s 6ft 3 and every inch dark chocolate. I’m talking 80% cocoa. Girrrrrrlllll. Mexico just got a bit hotter. The wrestling was hilarious and highly entertaining but I was now thinking about doing a different kind of wrestling of my own.

Sadly I didn’t see Mr 80% cocoa solids when I got back or at breakfast the next morning. I was just about to leave to go on a day trip, when I spied him on the computer in the hostel lobby. He looked over and caught eyes with me. Dark, brown eyes locked with mine but he didn’t smile and looked back to the computer. He’s very possibly a Londoner – catching eyes with a stranger and not smiling may be one of the many unspoken rules of day to day London existence. God knows why but I love a mysterious, brooding man. Instantly intrigued. But the boat trip was calling so we headed out to a place called xochillimico (I can’t pronounce it, let alone spell it.) Me and me new travel friends (two of them we’d only known an hour) boarded a bright, colourful boat with beer and snacks and rolled along peacefully listening to the sounds of mariachi live bands that other boats had hired. Lunch was brought to us by boat and cooked right in front of us.

We floated for hours travelling into quieter canals and headed for the Island of the dolls. It’s exactly as it sounds. Creepy as fuck.

A man who lived on the island, put up dolls to commemorate his daughter’s death. To calm our nerves (it’s the only reason) after numerous picture opportunities, we purchased a bottle of tequila, limes and salt for the return journey as the sun started to set. I don’t drink beer so I was about three drinks behind the rest of the group and was forced to take three shots to catch up. 5 shots later and I am off my tits by the time we hit dry land and all five of us squeeze into one Uber, making the driver stop for more beers on the way back. More tacos on the roof and as we are about to venture to a bar the skies opened up and started to lash it down.

I decided to go for an early night as I’m still jet lagged to fuck. As I pop to get some water and go to bed I notice the mysterious bearded man is still at the computer. I have mostly sobered up at this point but decide to go and say hi. Walking over I have no idea how I will be received but approach him and ask him if he’s been sat there all day. Thankfully he grins with beautiful immaculate white teeth and cute dimples and assures me he hasn’t – in an American accent. You’d think I be sworn off Americans after my recent experience, but I love an American accent. He’s Texan. And much friendlier than I initially thought. I sit next to him and start to discuss my plans to go to Oaxaca for the festival the next day. After about 20 minutes he suggests that we go “grab a drink” somewhere.

We end up though sitting drinking his tequila and ginger beer in the hostel and I discover that he is extremely well travelled, he constantly travel and works remotely on his own business. He’s only 25 but that doesn’t put me off. I like a man with stamina. He’s open and friendly and even suggests we could get somewhere together to stay in Oaxaca but all the hotels are already fully booked. We are talking one minute and then the next thing I know he leans in to kiss me on the lips. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all evening” he whispers into my ear.

We move into one of the more secluded hostel chill out areas, a giant net suspended in the air that is hidden from view of the rest of the hostel and covered in pillows. He kisses me again, softly and then suddenly bites down on my bottom lip. I’m not going to lie it kind of hurt but I’m starting to get wet and conjuring images in my mind of how kinky he is. I have been mostly avoiding men since I broke up with my ex for the last month or so but I feel like my vagina just woke up from a long winter’s hibernation. His lips are soft, and he rubs his tongue against mine, as his hands start to wander and he deftly pops open my jeans button and slips his fingers beneath my knickers. I feel like I’m holding my breath in anticipation as his finger skirts over my warm clit and dips inside me, making me wetter and wetter. I have been rubbing his hard-on through his trousers and I really want to see what he is packing so I stick my hand underneath his trousers to feel the length of his dick under his boxers. It’s long, thick and smooth and feels wonderful in my hand. I start to moan a little at this point as he says “do you want to feel him deep inside of you?” Yes. Yes I do. My knickers are soaking wet.

We hurry down to his mixed bed dorm (yes there are people sleeping in there) and I quickly hop into his bunk and close the curtain. He slides in next to me and continues to kiss me. We fumble around to quickly pull down our trousers and find a condom. Within seconds I mount him and slide onto his dick, trying not to make too much noise. I ride my cowboy slowly, feeling on the edge of cumming, I am so turned on. I start to moan and he hushes me, flipping me over and and whispering for me to get on all fours and bite the pillow to muffle the noise. I want to moan loudly so badly but I can’t and do exactly as he tells me. He cums very hard from behind and as I lie on my front he reaches between my legs and tickles my clit slowly. I’m finding it so hard not to be loud as I feel my clit getting harder and I want to burst. “You are so wet” he whispers excitedly, as I continue to moan and rock against his fingers. He asks me to cum for him and I love the feeling of being unable to escape his fingers, and I cum explosively moaning loudly as he puts his hand over my mouth to mute the noise. We fall asleep intertwined – for about an hour before I feel like I am so squished in his single bed and need to retreat back to my own dorm. The next morning we meet for breakfast and he gentlemanly helps me with my bags as I catch my uber for my flight. He says we will see each other again, and I believe him when he says it. Day of the dead may just have new competition because that sex was so good I may need to start a day of the dick festival to commemorate it.