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🌺 BAHAMAS JOURNAL: “TIDE BETWEEN OUR THIGHS”
Location: Kamalame Cay, Bahamas
Room: Villa 17, Oceanfront
Status: Completely, utterly, recklessly hers
DAY 1 – ARRIVAL: HUNGER BEFORE SUNSET
I didn’t know the ocean could make me ache...
The second we stepped off the boat, the Bahamian air kissed us like it knew we were running from everything but each other. The heat clung to my skin...but it was your smile that undressed me first.
You were in that sundress. Thin, loose, the color of sin...The wind flirted with its hem and revealed the edge of a secret I’d spend the whole trip chasing. You didn’t speak much as we walked through the palms to the villa, just looked back with that unholy smirk....
> “Hurry up,” you said. “I’m in the mood for breaking rules.”
I should’ve known what that meant.
By the time the door clicked behind us, you were already barefoot on the cool teak floors, skin glowing with sea salt and confidence. You walked past me, dropped your bag, and turned slowly.
That robe you slipped on? A whisper of silk...😋
That look in your eye? A promise of fire.
And the moment your fingers trailed the open edge down your thigh...I forgot the meaning of patience.
DAY 1 – NIGHTFALL: FLAME, SALT & SKIN
We didn’t unpack. We barely made it to the bed.
I kissed your shoulder first...softly, reverently. You tasted like sun and mango(don't worry it's way more sexy than you think)like something the island had carved from desire.....You pulled me into you with the urgency of tides in heat. And when we fell back onto the white linen sheets, it was as if the whole ocean leaned in to watch.
You arched beneath my hands, breathing faster as I explored every inch of you...🐚... I traced the curve of your hip with my tongue. You grabbed the headboard. The candles flickered like they couldn’t keep up with our rhythm.
> “Don’t stop,” you breathed, lips parted, eyes wild.
I didn’t.
I wanted to give you ....not party...fully ...allow my mouth paint you a heavenly picture of just how much I adored you🫦....
When your back arched and you gasped my name, it felt like I’d conquered something holy.
We slept tangled...damp from sweat and sea breeze, your thigh over mine, your breath painting dreams into my neck.
DAY 2 – MANGO MOUTHS & FLIRTING FLAMES
We woke to the sound of gulls and your laughter echoing across the villa. You were dancing on the veranda, hair messy, wrapped in nothing but the sheet and sunlight. I watched from the bed, transfixed....
Later, we walked barefoot through the island market. You bought mangoes. Bit into one. Let the juice spill down your wrist. Then....with deliberate slowness, you sucked it clean...knowing damn well what it did to me.
“Want a taste?” you asked.
“Always,” I said.
By sunset, we were back at our private cove. You ran into the waves, clothes in your hand, hips swaying. I followed, barely shedding mine in time. The water was warm. But your body against mine...straddling me as we kissed with mouths hungry and full of laughter.....set me on fire.
We didn’t care who saw....Or if the sea watched.
DAY 2 – NIGHT: IN THE TUB, UNDER THE STARS
We lit candles and filled the outdoor stone tub with hot water and rose petals. You slid in first, then pulled me in by the wrist.
Your body between my legs, your back against my chest....it felt like the universe finally aligned.
You reached behind....guided me deeper into you, the water barely muffling your moan. We rocked together....slowly....as the stars overhead shivered.
“You feel like poetry,” I whispered.
“Then read me,” you said. “Every inch.”
And I did.
Again.
And again.
DAY 3 – LAZY FINGERS, HUNGRY EYES
We missed breakfast. You lay on your stomach while I traced letters on your back. Words I didn’t say out loud: "Mine." "Always." "More."
You kept wiggling your hips to tease me. I gave in and kissed down your spine.
> “You're insatiable,” you murmured.
> “No,” I replied. “Just endlessly inspired.”
We eventually made it to brunch. You sat across from me in a dress sheer enough to present yourself as a gift to me, legs crossed with intention. Every so often, you’d slide your foot up my thigh under the table.
I nearly flipped the damn thing...
DAY 4 – THE STORM & THE STILLNESS
The storm rolled in after dinner...thunder like drums, lightning like flashbulbs from some jealous god.
We danced on the veranda...soaked in rain... sliding over each other like waves. You pushed me against the wall, kissed me with the same hunger I first saw in your eyes when we arrived....your tongue inviting the cool raindrops from the sun into the insides of my mouth...
That night, I made love to you slowly. No urgency. No heat. Just reverence. Just breath and pulse and fingers woven through hair.
You cried a little. So did I. It wasn’t just sex anymore.
It was truth.
FINAL MORNING – HER OATH
The sun rose over your skin as you stretched in bed, wearing nothing but my shirt and me, your bite marks.
You sat on top of me, ran your fingers through my hair, leaned down, and whispered:
“You're not just my king. You're my island. My storm. My shelter.”
And just like that, I knew: the Bahamas were beautiful. But you?
You were paradise.
🖋️ Final Entry: I Want to Stay Lost in You
We left the island, but it never left us. Every time I taste mango, hear the tide, or feel your fingers graze my hip at midnight, I remember what it was like to drown in you—with no desire to be saved.
And I write this now, secretly booking us another trip.
Because my Queen, I need more than a memory.
I need your waves again.