Category: Vegas

>It was the last night of our trip, our anniversary. We had a full day of running around… it was lovely. We had retired to our room early, at least early by Vega standards. It was a little bit before midnight.

After getting comfortable and just lounging… I was honestly exhausted. Its amazing how vacation can take so much out of a person. We laid in bed with the curtains open looking out at the strip from our 30th floor room.. such beauty. Not the natural beauty that is held in mountains or in a painting.. but a different kind of beauty that I’ve always loved.

Ben began rubbing my arms and legs gently. I rolled into him taking in his embrace. I love feeling him next to me… it still takes my breath away. We kissed gently, intoxicated with each other. Before we knew it.. we were full on heavy making out- hands roaming everywhere.

I pulled from our lock and sought out his nipple and took it in my mouth. I flicked my tongue across it wanting to make him just ravage me. My hands kept roaming down over his stomach then grazed his cock. It was fully erect and flinched at my touch. I felt a surge of arousal at that.

I decided to go down more.. I ached to feel his hardness in my mouth. My lips trailed down his body and then took his waiting cock tip deep. I swirled my tongue around and gently caressed his balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head and his hips moving towards me urging me to go deeper and so with that I went to the hilt. He let out a groan of pleasure and if I could have smiled I would have with contentment.

I sucked him slowly at first.. but very quickly quickened my pace. (I’m a greedy bitch like that 🙂 ). He held my head in place and began fucking my face… not so hard that Id choke but enough that I knew I wasn’t to move.

Soon he pulled away and climbed off the bed pulling me with him. I stayed on my hands and knees offering him my pussy eagerly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him going as he could. I purred out a little moan as he pushed in.. feeling how full he made me. I rocked back and forth fucking his cock at a steady pace.

Im not sure how long passed as I was entranced in the feeling of his cock in my pussy… but I was pulled back to reality as he slipped out of me and tugged on me to suck his now wet dick. I got off the bed and onto my knees touching each side of his hips and pulled him into my mouth. He slide in and out about a dozen times then grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet.

He took my hand and led me to the balcony. See what he knew is that I had wanted to fuck on the balcony before we left.. and I was starting to think it was not going to happen. However, being the wonderful man he is… he remembered and was making it happen for me!

I walked out naked on the balcony ahead of me. I’m deathly afraid of heights but for some reason in the moment I was not scared at all. I am pretty sure it was all the adrenaline running through my veins. And with that I walked to the rail, grabbed on, and bent over. The view was amazing… I made sure to take it all in.

I glanced over to the other tower to see if anyone was out on their balconies.. and there wasn’t. I could see people walking on Harmon that looked like ants and wondered if they could see that I had no clothes on. Even if they had.. it did not matter to me. This was what I had wanted.. what I had fantasized about.

Again he grabbed my hips and guided me onto his cock. It was amazing! I was actually being fucked out there for the whole world to see… at any minute someone in the rooms next to us could come out and hear us…. talk about a rush!

We started fucking each other slowly… just taking the moment in.. making it linger. I focused on him and focused at what I saw… committing it to memory.. so that in days to come I could remember it and it would push me over the edge.

Before I knew it the pace had picked up and we were now aggressively going at it… ooohhs and aaahhs esaping my lips with such passion.

“I want you to cum out here baby”, I said almost breathlessly. Just with that little sentance he fucked me harder…. so hard it was difficult not to scream out.

I bounced off his cock several more times and let it go with a low grunt…. the grunt you give when you finally achieve something you worked so hard towards. I smiled through my panting… full of pride that I had made my husband cum so hard.

Once it subsided he pulled out slowly and I turned and kissed him every so gently… so full of love.

“Happy Anniversary”, he whispered and I just smiled. We hugged for a moment and then he took me back inside to take care of his wife.

What a day. 🙂


>So as you can tell, we’re home! We had a wonderful time in Vegas. It was so great to be back and revisit The Flamingo where we got married. Just walking around made me all misty eyed… remembering how that day felt- all the emotions that I felt. We made sure to make it to the very spot where exactly one year before we had said I do. Ah yes, it was powerful.

The trip itself had a really rough start. Our original 7:30 am. flight was canceled and so we were re booked on a 10:30 am flight. And just how did they compensate us? Two $6 food vouchers. All I can say is… thank god for wifi.

The flight, when we finally got in the air, was just has horrible as our 3 hour wait. It was the worst one I’ve ever been on! I’ve never felt like I was going to be sick on one before… but this one.. yeah, I about lost it. There is usually always a little turbulence coming in.. but this was just horrendous.

Anyways onto the good stuff. We stayed at the Signature at MGM Grand… like when we got married. That hotel is fabulous and has us spoiled for any hotel from now on. The tubs are amazing to say the least. They are huge and jetted… a wonderful combo. They left us truffles and a congratulations card on the table… very nice 🙂

On our anniversary we did tons of stuff… going from one end of the strip to the other. That night we had dinner at The Range Steakhouse at Harrah’s. There is an amazing view of the strip from there not to mention way yummy steaks. They gave us a chocolate mousse dessert that was to die for!

And you know, there is something very romantic about watching the fountains at the Bellagio on your anniversary. Staring off at them and Paris… yes…. it was grand.

So for now… thats it…. I do have a whole story to tell from the trip.. but I will type that up in another post.

>Vegas baby!

>So we got married in Vegas and now have decided to visit there again for our anniversary. I love this city! It has a great feel to it.. and lets be honest.. how many cities can you walk down the street drinking? I mean… seriously! Its also one of the only places you need a neck strap to carry around a margarita. 🙂 This will be my third trip there. My first trip there in August of 2006 was not something that was very pleasant, but nevertheless I did fall in love with the place.

I went with my best friend at the time for her 21st birthday. It was hot obviously cause it was August… it was like in the upper 90’s even at night… I was really surprised that even at night it didn’t cool off. We got there around noon and made a beeline for the hotel. We stayed at Excalibur, which isn’t a bad hotel but very Motel 6ish in my humble opinion. It served its purpose though… a place to lay our heads down.

We dropped our stuff off and headed out to explore the city. Pretty much from the moment that we hit Vegas, she was bitching about how hot it was… and after a while, this would wear me thin. I mean obviously its going to be hot… hello!

We hadn’t eaten anything in hours and decided to get some food. We picked a buffet, Spice Market at what was at the time the Alladin. The line was long to wait in but I had heard really good things about it. She was tired, hot, and bitchy. I wanted to tell her to suck it up.. we were in Vegas.. have a good time.. but I just kept it to myself.

When we finally got in.. the food was great and we stuffed ourselves. She was a little nicer after she got food.. which was nice. We made our way out onto the strip. This is where she bitched about the hotels being so far apart. I am not sure what she really expected. I expected it to be hot.. but fun… a city with lots of potential to have fun. Little did I know at the time how much I would regret ever coming on this trip.

After an afternoon of exploring, we went back to the hotel and showered for a night out. We got all dressed up and caught a cab to a club. It was mid-week so kinda not a lot going on. They did have a live band, though, which made it more fun. We started the night of drinks with a shot of tequila followed with a watermelon pucker mixed drink. From there on…. it was all tequila sunrises for me.

We found a table… and drank drink after drink… I lost count. Im not sure what it is about that place that makes you want to drink yourself silly but it had that affect on me. By 1 am I was pretty trashed. We had been taking turns getting drinks… and it was my turn. I walked across the room… feeling pretty dizzy and sat the empty cups on the counter… next thing I knew.. there was fresh drinks. Now see, I’m not sure if I asked for the drinks or the bartender just knew… either was… it was a bit unsettling.

I went back to the table.. spilling some on my way back. We drank that down and I tried to talk her into getting another shot of tequila. She didn’t, mainly cause she didn’t think she could walk over there. So with that, we decided it was time to go back to the hotel.

We stumbled out… laughing all the way. A cab pulled up and we fell into it. He asked where to.. and if we had money (which I find funny.. but I guess its a good question to ask anyone drunk). We whisked off out of the parking lot… we were still laughing… at nothing, but still having fun doing it. He was driving quickly which made us fall into each other and provoked more laughing fits.

It wasn’t long before he pulled up to the hotel, she paid (I paid for the ride there) and we went in. I’m sure we were quite the sight, all drunk and stumbling into each other. I remember getting about two thousand yards in and was walking by the poker pit.. they were all kind of glancing over at us. If I had been sober, I would have been very embarrassed. Luckily I wasn’t.

From there, through the casino… up thirty-six floors… down to the end of the hallway… until I was sitting in between our beds… I blacked out. I had only blacked one time before…. but I was fully functional this time. It is kind of scary to think I did all that and don’t remember. Apparently we were a riot on the elevator, I wish I could remember.

I called someone at this point and left a voicemail… they called me back.. but honestly… I couldn’t tell you who I called. It wasn’t two minutes I was off the phone before I puked on the side of her bed. The room spun…. I was the drunkest I have ever been… even to this day. From there I crawled into the bathroom and into the shower. I guess she put towels down. I didn’t care about that though… all I cared about was how incredibly sick I was. Being drunk is no fun if you’re sick.

I turned the shower on and laid in the bottom where I proceeded to moan in pain.. and puke some more. It was really gross… and really horrible. I felt like I was going to die. I do not know how long I stayed in the bathroom before I decided to finally get out of there.

I dried off and managed to make it back to my bed…. pulling the trashcan up next to me. It served well later throughout the night. I had waves of good sleep and then laying there trying to sleep in severe pain. I am pretty sure I had alcohol poisoning.. but not sure about that.

The next morning I insisted that my friend not stay and ruin her trip because I was sick. Lucky for her she just had a bad hangover.. apparently she can handle more liquor than me. She went out while I stayed in bed not feeling much better. Around two she came back and I decided I needed food even though the idea wasn’t that great sounding.

I went and showered again…. threw up two more times.. once in the shower and then in the sink. It was lovely, let me tell you. We grabbed some lunch and decided to do some more looking around. I wasn’t going to waste anymore of the day even if I felt like shit.

That night we had show tickets. It was fun… we enjoyed it very much and by then I was feeling some better… which was good. After the show we went and showered again and dressed up for another night on the town. I swore I wouldn’t drink again… but of course, as dark fell.. I had a margarita in my hand. I drank it slowly and ended up throwing half of it away.

We threw out the idea of going to another club.. it just didn’t seem like fun anymore. We decided to check out the fountains at Bellagio and the pirate show down at Treasure Island. We had no idea how long the strip was… but decided to walk. We changed out minds quickly and hopped onto the bus.

Tension was growing. I guess she was angry with me for being sick. But hell, she had drank as much as me.. how was I to know I would get that sick? She was pissy because of the heat and her feet hurt with the heels she had on. I wasn’t feeling great either but was bound and determined to make the most of it.

We got off right before Treasure Island and walked. It was super packed in front… we couldn’t see a thing. The more we drilled ourselves into the crowd… the hotter it got. It was at least fifteen degrees hotter in the pack of people. I guess she got stepped on.. which further fueled her pissy mood and turned around and walked off. I followed her.. asking her what was wrong. And this is where it happened. She started bitching at me.. fighting with me about all the things she was pissed off about. It was crazy… I can see being bummed, but pissed off?

I had enough and just stopped talking. I couldn’t get my point across and she wasn’t willing to really listen… so I said fuck it. We waited for the bus to go back to the hotel not speaking to one another. It pulled up and we filed on. I put a twenty into the machine.. I was going to buy a five dollar pass. What I didn’t know is that it doesn’t give change.. there is a sign.. but its down by the ground where you couldn’t possibly see it.

I get irritated when the bus driver explains that to me. So I turned to her and took her five so that I would only be out ten dollars. She didn’t understand what I was doing and proceeds to get upset with me again. I try to explain. I should have explained before I took the money, but I was pretty worked up at that point.

So I gave her a ticket and walked up the stairs to the top of the bus. I sat, she sat behind me. We did not talk the whole time. I began thinking have stupid this was and that she was my best friend. She was the only person I knew there and I was not going to spend the next couple days arguing with her.

We got close to our stop and got up and walked down the stairs. I guess she hit her head on the way down, only making her more angry. At the bottom level we were standing next to each other holding on so not to fall over. I looked at her and said I was sorry. Her response was whatever. That was enough for me.

When he got to the stop I stormed off the bus and to the elevator to the casino level. She followed after me… telling me to wait and screaming at me about all kinds of shit. I told her I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was horrible. Here we are in front of all these people screaming at each other.

When we made it into the casino she took off for the room and I stayed down at the slots. I was angry and was not going to sit in that room with her. I had been sitting there for five minutes when my phone rang. It was her… she had somehow lost her room key. She asked if I could come open the room… I said sure and hung up.

I went up stairs, she was sitting on the ground and stood as she saw me walking up. I opened the door pushed it open for her and then turned and left again. This time I decided to go explore and walked over to Luxor. I called Ben… but he was asleep. I really needed him… I needed someone to talk to.. to rant to…. to make me feel better. That never happened.

After a hour of walking around I was really tired and went up to the room. She was in bed sleeping when I got in there and so I changed and crashed.

The next morning we made up… but that day stuck in my head and all I wanted to do was go home. It was no fun anymore. She showed me her true colors and I could never see her as my friend ever again. She was never the same in my eyes.

After the trip we remained friends but that did not last long. We grew apart quickly and at some point stopped talking all together. Most people said it was because she was jealous of the relationship Ben and I had. I think I tend to agree. I think there are some people that just cannot be happy for you.

Anyways… despite that, I did like it there and was determined to go again and have a blast. The next time I was in Vegas, I was marrying my Ben. This trip was a million times better. I hesitate to use the word perfect, but it really was.

So, yep… we’re off to Vegas again… in less than a month! I cannot wait to get away from work and life and just have fun. Hopefully I will have a few good stories to tell when I get back!