Day of the Dick – sorry – Freudian slip, Day of the Dead has to be one of the most incredible festivals to go to in the world. I arrived in Oaxaca and within minutes of checking into my hostel, witnessed a parade over my balcony with marching bands and families with their children dressed up in traditional clothing and faces painted. The streets of Oaxaca become alive at night, filled with people dancing, laughter and music. Parades will pop up even unexpectedly as you turn a corner and just stumble upon one.

You can walk through night markets eating pan de muerto (bread of death,) a delicious orange flavoured bread, typically dipped or eaten with hot chocolate. Freshly baked bread with sugar faces or iced bones to represent loved ones and sugar skulls can be purchased too. You can also get your face painted so you too can join in the fun.

Day of the dead is both a solemn and often joyous affair for the families who believe for this one day of the year their loved ones cross over into the living and are present with them. Festivities start from late afternoon over the 31st – 2nd November with various parades, outdoor theatres and markets scattered all over the city. Though celebrated across all Mexico, I’m told this is one of the best cities to witness the spirit of the festival. 

The first day I joined a hostel walking tour, sampling lots of different foods at lively bustling food markets, such as dried garlic crickets, oaxacan signature cheese called queseo (think cheese strings but tastier)  jelly like milk deserts and amazing spicy chocolate.

Lunch was eaten at a market cafe; enchiladas covered in mole, cheese and a side of meat (I think it was beef.) At night the hostel was having its own day of the dead party, and I had my make up done in traditional style at the hostel before we left to go to a cemetery.

Popping to the kitchen to grab my free bottle of mexcal that I had won on the walking tour, I noticed an extremely handsome man at the hostel reception desk. He was Mexican (the first hot Mexican I have seen since arriving) broad shoulders, muscular arms and cappuccino coloured skin (he is lighter than most Mexicans I have seen so far) and playful brown eyes. He smiles at me. He is delicious. I want to eat him for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He glances over at me as I move around the kitchen. I smile sexily (I hope) at him as I go back upstairs, thinking how much I would like him to take me in the back room and lean me against a wall…

But I digress.

A short taxi ride later and we are at the cemetery. As we arrive the entrance has a live band playing. Inside, families have decorated their loved ones‘ graves with candles and cover them in a specific yellow flower, that is meant to guide them back from the other side I guess? Walking through the cemetery at night I felt mixed feelings about visiting, (some families were very solemn and quiet) and others were singing and drinking shots of mexcal. Mariachi and brass bands were scattered through the cemetery filling the air with music. One family was extremely welcoming, adding our names into their song they had been singing and making us take a shot of mexcal – it would have been rude not to. There was an outdoor food market you could find delicious tacos and other Mexican goodness.

It was very hard to find anyone if you hadn’t arrived with them just like at any large festival you might go to so when I couldn’t find my friends, me and a couple of other people from the hostel headed back around 2am. Families stay in the cemetery’s sometimes all night. 

I arrive back at the hostel ready for bed but sexy Pablo is still sat the hostel desk. Most people are still out partying so it’s quiet. I sit down on the sofa and turn on the tv and he joins me, asking me if I enjoyed the cemetery. I reply that it was really interesting and glance at him, to find he is looking at me naughtily, with dancing brown eyes. I turn my gaze away momentarily taken back by how intense his eyes are. He puts his hand on my thigh. My clit begins to pulse and I slowly turn to look at him. The hotel reception is empty and he leans in to kiss my lips briefly, and tilts his face and softly presses his lips against my neck. I’m getting more turned on as he grabs my face and kisses me softly before his tongue seduces mine. I’m a wet mess and I can hear people coming down the stairs so he takes my hand and leads me into the back staff room, leaning me against the shelving and fondling my breasts. He puts his hand up my skirt and I murmur as he rubs my clit through my knickers. I clumsily undo his jeans and reach one hand to feel his enormous erection through his boxers. I pull it out and marvel at it, before thanking the universe for this wonderful gift. I start to rub it and he closes his eyes. I want all of it in my mouth. I squat down and suck on him slowly as he starts to groan and I can feel his blood pumping through his veins. His breathing starts to get heavy and he flips me against the shelving bending me over and thrusting inside me. He fucks me hard, and I can’t help but cry out. Fuck, this is hot. He thrusts faster and items on the shelving start to shake and fall off. I’m moaning and he tells me my ass is so sexy as I can feel him getting harder and he can’t take it any more – cumming deep inside of me. Man I love Mexico. Maybe I will never leave.

The next couple of days in Oaxaca were amazing, soaking up the atmosphere of the festival, and wandering the streets of the colourful colonial town, and the markets. A trip to Hierve El Aqua is a must – beautiful natural pools, and if you do a day trip you get to go to the mexcal factory to learn how they make this wonderful smoky beverage and most importantly, try lots of different flavours! My and my mate were a bit pissed by the time we got to the Mexican buffet lunch. I’ve never been to a Mexican buffet before. It was pretty spectacular. That’s not because of the shots I promise.

My Texan toyboy kept in touch to ask me my plans and I suggested he come join me in one of my next stops. He said he would like to and would look at flights. I didn’t think he would actually book one. (Spoiler alert.)

After a few days of endless parades, dancing in the streets and eating my body weight in meat, mole and oaxacan cheese, it was time to go to Puerto Escondido. Sadly I didn’t get another opportunity alone with Pablo but I won’t forget that night in a hurry. After numerous messages back and forth with my Texan toyboy he actually came through and booked a flight to meet me. A man who does what he says (is he a unicorn?) We booked a private room in a hostel near the beach. After the 7 hour bus journey from hell, I finally arrive, excited for round two with some privacy.

He messaged to tell me he would shower after helping me with my bag up the stairs. Greeting me at the door he is sweating cobs and now I realise why he was waiting to shower. There is about 100 stairs up to our eco room. When I say eco I’m trying to be cute. It has that kind of feel to it. A big thatch type roof. “It’s so cute,”I say as I step inside. Until I see tiny bug like creatures crawling all over the double bed. What the fuck are those? We spend ten minutes googling images of bed bugs and checking under the mattress instead of ripping each other’s clothes off. Great start. I don’t think they are bed bugs, as they are too big and long, but we set off down the many stairs to reception to talk to them. 3 hours later we arrive at reception. Jokes. They tell us that the bugs live in the natural thatch roof and fall through and they are harmless. I fucking hate nature. I don’t know how I am going to survive when I go to Costa Rica. The room is not so cute any more. My Texan is also sweating like I’ve never seen a man sweat before. Anyone would have thought I just caught him in the act with another woman. Perhaps there is something wrong with his sweat glands… he’s dripping like an ice cream in the sahara right now. Is this man really from Texas? Perhaps I should demand to see his passport…

We ask to swap rooms but there aren’t any and opt just to get the sheets changed. We also complained about the shower not draining so we need to wait for the guy, I’ll call him Nigel, to come with a plunger. Back in the room with fresh sheets ( and anxiety about bugs falling on my head) We start kissing on the bed. Aware that we may be interrupted at any moment by Nigel with the plunger, but unable to wait any longer, he slips his hand in my knickers and rubs my clit until it’s soaking and I’m beginning to moan. I want him inside me immediately and he pulls down his trousers and my knickers to one side and enters my pussy quickly. His dick fills me up over and over again, deep, hitting the top of my vagina hard. He is digging for gold and reaches it quickly. Nigel needs to get here quickly so I can get round 3 in before dinner..

To be Continued….