Day 22:
So… We’re on the plane, heading back home. During this flight, I keep asking myself what the best part of my vacation has been, because I know you’re gonna ask me the second I walk off the plane. Was it the swimming? The horseback riding? The food? And I finally figured it out. The best part of every day was writing this journal entry, because it’s my connection to you. After Melanie took my cell phone away, I didn’t know how I would be constantly reminded of you, but this… This is pretty good.
I love you. So much.
Kairo Yearling-Williams
Day 21:
Today is our last full day in Hawaii, so we decided to just spend the day on the beach: snorkeling, swimming, sunbathing, whatever. It’s been a crazy time, but I’m going to be so happy back home with you, Riley. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Love always (especially tomorrow!),
Kairo
Song: You and IArtist: Ingrid Michaelson
Be Ok - Ingrid Michaelson
Day 20:
Things I miss:
- Riley
- My own bed
- Riley
- Non-tropical food
- Riley
- My cats
sexRiley- Good music
- Riley
- Riley
- Riley’s bed
- Riley
- Cold weather
- More Riley
Only a few more days.
Love always,
Kairo
Song: SmileArtist: Lily Allen
Smile - Lily Allen
Day 19:
Sam’s making me learn how to paddleboard. Apparently, it’s all the rage in Hollywood. Someone send help fast.
Love always,
Kairo
Sex Dungeon||
Riley took his hand and slowly guided him into the room. The smell was warm, a nice leather and wood polish scent. Everything was lush, with the colour scheme being varying shades of teal, cream, and grey. He had a bed pushed against the far right wall of the room, with straps on the head and foot of the frame. A straddling bench rested directly in the center of the room. There were more straps on the walls, along with a rack where row upon row of various sized riding crops and whips, and even a few floggers rested. The details in this room were extensive, but Kairo only needed to worry about seeing- he’d experience nothing he wasn’t used to today.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered huskily.
Kairo slowly blinked his eyes open. His brain took a minute to process what he was seeing, but when everything finally clicked, he felt his jaw draw and knees buckle slightly. “Riley… This is a… God, I don’t even know what this is.” He started off at a slow circuit around the room, running careful fingers across the crops and whips. He paused at the bed and studied it, as if it was something he was familiar with but something about it was off.
He made his way back to Riley and struggled to form a complete sentence. “Riley… This— I don’t even know what to think about this. It’s a lot of stuff, and… are you planning on using them on me?” He had a feeling they would probably hurt.
Pssst~
Hey.
Hey, Sexy Hot Boyfriend Whom I’ve Run Out Of Nicknames For
Hey.
Hey, Sex-Bomb.
