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Retreat......... Or surrender?

         "You know I really am enjoying being here" I say. "Well if you didnt, I would question your sanity", Cleopatra chips. Pandora laughs and I snort loudly. We were poolside at Cleo and Al-Amin's beautiful palatial mansion sipping homemade summer berry sangria and eating hors d'oeuvres and canapes straight off the chefs board. "I need a bae-cation", I moan not intending to sound like a spoiled brat. "Hey, didnt you just come back from little house on the prairie?", Pandora jokes. "Well, its funny how you need a bae-cation with no visible bae". Cleo says with a devilish smirk. "Oh piss off, mean girls". "But seriously, if you had a choice of a fuck buddy, who would you fuck Sean Antoine Mercier or Gerrard Dominguez?", Pandora asks excitedly. I look from Cleo to Pandora clueless, "Who the fuck are Sandy Merciless and Jerry Springer?", I ask. "Only the hottest models in the world, how could you even ask that? Hush before we sentence you to 2 weeks of bashing" Cleopatra says shushing me. Cleopatra unlocks her tab and goes to her gallery. She proceeds to show me a photo of a man I do believe to be a god, he is not real. He cannot be. He will definitely be my choice without seeing the other guy. "Sean", she says. " Oh wow, Jesus" was all I could muster. He was my dream wrapped up and delivered by God. He had smooth dark skin the color of burnished ebony, you know that smoothness when you have melted milk chocolate to perfection and all you want to do is lick the bowl? Thats what this man reminded me of. And I believe he will taste like chocolate too. He had a neat head of locs, almond shaped brown eyes, sexy nose and rose bud pink lips. He wasn't too buff, his body was just right. He was fit as a fiddle. I didnt even realise I had drifted off, star gazing. Cleo slapped my butt and brought me out of my reverie. I look at her dejectedly. We all laugh and continue enjoying our dip.

        I think harder about the vacation I need and wished I had someone to go with honestly. Being on vacation, fucking on the beach, skinny dipping and participating in mischievous stuff. I have never ever had sex in a pool or water of any kind and I need to change that ASAP. I drive home in silence, Karmina's All the kings horses on repeat and blaring like I was amping up for road rage. A yoga retreat is well deserved after the stress and fun of this last month. Its been crazy. I never knew fun would be possible after everything that's happened. From family getaways to fetish clubs, a girls gotta relax, breathe and enjoy the easy things. I need a change of environment and a little escape to enjoy. Just me. Looking at my laptop screen, I scan the page for week long yoga retreats. I find one within my budget and far enough away from civilization. I click open the page and read through it thoroughly, its a 3 day to 6 months option yoga retreat with free massage after every session, 3 free daily meals, free use of all amenities including wifi, hot tub and sauna plus free yoga gear. There were other activities like hiking, meditation, hunting and gardening. Maybe hunting and meditation cause I am no Martha Stewart and I need to rest my booty, so no hiking. The massage session lasts as long as you want, which is just what I need; a beautiful man rubbing me up and down in warm oil. I know, I am such a hoe sometimes. The a la carte menu is catered by a 6 star Michelin chef although you have the option to cook your own meals but why would I want to do that when I can taste the world in one bite? I book a week stay in their ocean view suite with balcony access to the ocean front. My trip is set for next week. Thank God i have a lot of linens and chiffons to travel with. On an island, light fabric is the way forward, if not i do believe your body will not enjoy itself. I can't wait, I am really excited. Come sunday, i will be on vacation. Again. Lol.