It was probably a few months ago that I first spoke with Sloane about my adventures in the sport of scuba diving. Over the past few months, Sloane and I have been in the habit of sneaking off to our own private little hideaway up north for a morning...afternoon... or all day encounter, as my schedule would permit. It was over a nice lunch at a nearby lodge that we first talked about the fantasies that are waiting to be discovered under the sea. Little did I know at the time that our little Sloane was about to transform and that the call of the sea would play such a part in that change.
Mere hours after landing from her recent trip down to Cancun, which I’m sure you have all read about by now, Sloane wrote to me to tell me how much fun she had and what a blast she had playing in the ocean. Thus, a Mermaid was born.
My work schedule at this time of year can be somewhat frantic, so I was not sure when I would have the chance to sneak off to visit Sloane at our secret spot again. Then, I saw her post announcing a return trip to K-W and I simply could not resist. The Siren Song of Sloane was calling to me and I was compelled to answer her call. Our usual retreat is a simple one, without many of the creature comforts afforded to those preferring the amenities of a modern Hotel. As I have stated before, I have come to know the “Simple Sloane”, quite well in fact, and that simplicity is part of what attracts me to her. On this occasion however, Sloane had something else in mind. My little Mermaid was intent on getting wet... and staying wet...for the duration of our time together.
I arrived at the door and was engulfed in her warm embrace as I have come to expect upon my arrival. Pleasantly surprised by the lavish layout of the room, complete with Jacuzzi tub in the corner, I began to sense that this was not going to be an afternoon soon forgotten. Showering together with a slippery Sloane is one thing, but a hot and bothered Sloane in a hot bubbly tub is quite something different, in a very fun way. Wet action in the tub eventually led to a need for a drink refill, a quick towel dry and a short hop onto the bed, where Sloane proceeded to get wet all over again and made it clear that she wanted to stay that way for a while yet
and I was quite happy to do my level best to oblige.
As always, my time with Sloane is always comfortable, very passionate and enjoyable. We have come to know each other so well in such a short period of time. We talk, laugh, share our little secrets and dreams and then go our separate ways, promising to connect again soon. The Siren’s Song... calling yet again, how can one resist.
Rumour has it that my little mermaid will be returning to her gypsy roots again soon and trekking off on yet another adventure of life. I wish her well and hope to see some more great photos upon her return.
Until then My Little Sea Nymph...take care!
Mere hours after landing from her recent trip down to Cancun, which I’m sure you have all read about by now, Sloane wrote to me to tell me how much fun she had and what a blast she had playing in the ocean. Thus, a Mermaid was born.
My work schedule at this time of year can be somewhat frantic, so I was not sure when I would have the chance to sneak off to visit Sloane at our secret spot again. Then, I saw her post announcing a return trip to K-W and I simply could not resist. The Siren Song of Sloane was calling to me and I was compelled to answer her call. Our usual retreat is a simple one, without many of the creature comforts afforded to those preferring the amenities of a modern Hotel. As I have stated before, I have come to know the “Simple Sloane”, quite well in fact, and that simplicity is part of what attracts me to her. On this occasion however, Sloane had something else in mind. My little Mermaid was intent on getting wet... and staying wet...for the duration of our time together.
I arrived at the door and was engulfed in her warm embrace as I have come to expect upon my arrival. Pleasantly surprised by the lavish layout of the room, complete with Jacuzzi tub in the corner, I began to sense that this was not going to be an afternoon soon forgotten. Showering together with a slippery Sloane is one thing, but a hot and bothered Sloane in a hot bubbly tub is quite something different, in a very fun way. Wet action in the tub eventually led to a need for a drink refill, a quick towel dry and a short hop onto the bed, where Sloane proceeded to get wet all over again and made it clear that she wanted to stay that way for a while yet
and I was quite happy to do my level best to oblige.As always, my time with Sloane is always comfortable, very passionate and enjoyable. We have come to know each other so well in such a short period of time. We talk, laugh, share our little secrets and dreams and then go our separate ways, promising to connect again soon. The Siren’s Song... calling yet again, how can one resist.
Rumour has it that my little mermaid will be returning to her gypsy roots again soon and trekking off on yet another adventure of life. I wish her well and hope to see some more great photos upon her return.
Until then My Little Sea Nymph...take care!
