After four really amazing days, my Texan has to return home. And I had more of México to conquer. Two flights, seven hours later, I arrived in Mérida. Merida is a lovely colonial town in the North of the Yucatán state of Mexico. Close to chicken Itza. You heard me – Chicken Itza (I know it’s not actually spelt like that.) I arrive at my hostel and am shown to what I can I only describe as a shed built next to the swimming pool. The room is like an oven, with no air con and only a fan, and contains two rusty bunk beds, redeemed only by the cute Spanishy looking guy sitting on one of bunks. It looks like they a built a naughty house next to the main building for those needing solitary confinement, or they just ran out of fucking money. I’m left with the top bunk (everyone’s worst nightmare) of an extremely rickety and creaky bunk bed. The first night me and the Mexican Jew (turns out he’s Mexican and Jewish) head to a really cool, open air food hall and eat sushi, followed by a delicious local street food delicacy called a margesita ( a crepe filled with sweet filling such as Nutella or if you are really adventurous Nutella and cheese) BOOM. It’s incredible. If I can’t get full in other ways might as well fill myself up with food eh? Those of you purists out there who think this combination of sweet and savoury sounds gross- need to open your mind to the possibilities.

The first night my other two considerate room mates decide to have sex in the bottom bunk below me and all night I feel like there has been a earthquake. The bed frame is just moving, constantly. This is probably karma for those few times I have had sex in a dorm room. Will they just come already! Like I mean it’s doesn’t stop all night. In the morning I’m grumpy as fuck and the sex fiend from bottom bunk who’s checking out today warns me not to move to her bottom bunk, due to being able to hear all the sounds and movements from the top one. This girl is unbelievable.

After a day trip to chichen itza, which is nice but in my opinion over-rated and a fucking boiling sun trap, and a bit of city exploring, I’m ready to depart for Isla Holbox, where I’m meeting an old friend I used to work with.

Holbox has beautiful beaches and you can do a day trip to see three small islands with lots of different birds and even pink flamingos. If you are lucky that is, we are warned after we have boarded the boat already. Us four ladies and several tourists our age from the Netherlands are grouped onto one tour boat. After managing to see some flamingos amongst other birds and a quick swim in a Cenote, we arrive back to enjoy lunch on the beach.

A storm is brewing. It starts to absolutely chuck it down with turrential rains and winds and we have to take cover under the tented part of the restaurant. The only thing to do when it rains on islands is take cover and drink alcohol. How terrible. Several margaritas later we wade through deep clay muddy puddles to get to our hostel. It’s like a mini hurricane is hitting the island. Maybe I’m a miserable bitch but islands in this amount of rain are absolutely no fun. I can’t wait to leave the next day.

Arriving in Playa del Carmen by bus I make friends with a Swedish girl who decides to join me staying at my hostel. I behold a commercial street with lots of bars and restaurants and the Golden Arches of McDonald’s glimmer at me with hope. Civilisation at last! At the hostel we meet another Swedish girl, a Colombian girl and an American girl and form a little girl gang in our female only dorm. Alcohol is forbidden in the hostel as they have a hostel bar but we sneak in a bottle of rum and hide the evidence in the room like inmates hiding contraband at an all female prison. Certainly some hostels can be compared to prison. Several drinks later and the whole hostel moves to a nightclub. I feel like the men are all at bit young for me until a stocky black guy walks into the nightclub. He clocks me instantly and there’s eye contact as he disappears into the crowd. He’s mine. All my girls at this point seem to have found a male dance partner to grind with. I decide to walk around the club and spot Mr Stocky at the bar. Drunk and overly confident, I approach him and introduce myself. We dance on the dance floor with his friends and I’m gyrating on his crotch like nobody’s business, feeling his hard erection again my ass cheeks. “Shall we get out of here?” I ask him.

A cab ride, and a pit stop at the local oxxo for condoms later, and we arrive at his studio flat. He tells me he’s subletting it right now and the guy is away. Which I think might be a white lie cos he’s embarrassed the place is a bit of a mess – there’s enough dishes for a family of 7, but I don’t question it. He puts clean sheets on the bed.

Penis. In. My. Vagina. Repeatedly.

It’s all a bit foggy and drunken as he bends me over and fucks me hard from behind, like it’s his last night of freedom. Sticking with the prison theme here. We wake up in the early hours of the morning and he’s starts to kiss me, dick hard and ready to play. He tastes good even in the morning, as he gently explores my lips and mouth, with an inquisitive tongue. His powerful arms are wrapped around me and he starts to play with my clit, I’m wet in seconds, moaning. I want to ride him. We kill a second condom, and I instruct him to lie down, so I can mount him. I slowly slide onto his dick, loving the sounds he makes. He clearly likes to be in control sexually so I place his hands above his head, so I can take over and ride that pony home. After I cum he turns me around and bends me over, fucking me hard and grabbing onto my waist so hard I think he’s going to pull off some skin. I kind of like it though as he fucks me over and over again until he comes. We spend the day interspersing sex with watching comedy on his phone and I cum at total of three times in a row. It’s quite something. I also feel like I’ve known him for ages. I think I’m going to like Playa Del Carmen. 😈