Archives for posts with tag: spa

Going for a walk up the hill and seeing the baby goats, the old shepherd and run down buildings.
Yoga with Adriane outside with everyone.
Lucca. Pretty. And with an ominous yellow sky above the church.
Naked bath with the Fems. Including candles, face masks, cheese and crisps.

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A long massage

The totally bonkers hamam experience with Soph

Delicious lunch post-hamam

My birthday! Such a lovely day.

Waking up on my own, opening my presents and singing to music.

Brunch with Soph

Sweating in the spa

Using the ice bucket shower

Surprise Han at the pub

Lovely presents from lots of people

A bit group of friends that mixed well together

Singing happy birthday at Bonningtons

Double cake

Vulva cake

Buffet breakfast. Double pancakes.

Pirate ship across the lake.

A lovely walk up and down the 400 year old road, covered in moss.

With a tea stop in an old tea house. Plus rice thing.

The beautiful, peaceful, gorgeous onsen.

The sneaky orgasm.

The tiny cake thing that we watched getting made.

Video calling Jo.

Freddie’s open mouth sleeping. Like Han.


Driving around the lakes. Even if it was rainy.

An afternoon in the beautiful naked spa. So many saunas.

A beery pizza dinner, talking about wanking people off and blow job etiquette.


Three hours in York Hall with three babes.

The ice water bucket. Mainly Rosie and Holly’s reactions.

Talking willies and vaginas, lounging on Jana’s sofa and eating delicious food.


A massage, facial and head massage. Whilst the snow storm raged outside. 

Discovering I had a massage at the same time as mum. Random.

Hearing a hat and headphones.