After staying up all night in a sex- and drug-fueled stupor, the following day was about recovery. We never left the villa, but napped all day, with occasional breaks to fuck and/or dive into the pool. I’m slightly proud that after a night of non-stop fucking and complete and total exhaustion, on a day that was supposed to be about complete and total collapse and recovery, we still ended up having sex three times. It took well over a week of this kind of pace, but I’m finally feeling just a bit chafed.

We haven’t found any coconut oil in the markets of Greece, so we’ve been using a tin of olive oil as lube. Somewhere mid-day S said, “My pussy must smell like a salad.” 🙂