{"id":2187,"date":"2021-04-07T21:12:24","date_gmt":"2021-04-07T20:12:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/senza-categoria\/skydiving-wingsuit-flying-nah-my-extreme-sport-is-the-spa-with-honey-eyes\/"},"modified":"2026-06-17T07:23:56","modified_gmt":"2026-06-17T06:23:56","slug":"skydiving-wingsuit-flying-nah-my-extreme-sport-is-the-spa-with-honey-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/skydiving-wingsuit-flying-nah-my-extreme-sport-is-the-spa-with-honey-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Skydiving? Wingsuit Flying? Nah, My Extreme Sport is the Spa&#8230; With Honey Eyes!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_37aac1e862a33' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-2187\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-37aac1e862a33'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-37aac1e862a33'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='2187'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='66eb8a74ef'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-37aac1e862a33\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"2187\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-37aac1e862a33\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-37aac1e862a33\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-37aac1e862a33\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-37aac1e862a33\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-37aac1e862a33' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-37aac1e862a33'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"540\" height=\"596\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/7f2acc0c679ebc757853aed36a6da8a6.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6922\" style=\"width:708px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/7f2acc0c679ebc757853aed36a6da8a6.jpg 540w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/7f2acc0c679ebc757853aed36a6da8a6-272x300.jpg 272w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/7f2acc0c679ebc757853aed36a6da8a6-320x353.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I can&#8217;t stand being at home anymore. The isolation caused by Covid has lasted over a month, and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we&#8217;re in a Red zone, very red: if you stick your nose out the door&#8230; they&#8217;ll shoot you. Luckily, the doctor recently prescribed me &#8220;thermal balneotherapy,&#8221; so I have a good reason to revisit a fantastic spa nestled in the Alps. A classy Art Nouveau structure in a stunning landscape. It&#8217;s my nature scene: the location I recall in meditation to access deep states of relaxation. And thank goodness meditation is free: just dining and the bar cost me as much as a week in the Canary Islands \ud83d\ude42 <br\/>Financial trifles aside, this spa is a place where I&#8217;ve left my heart: I used to go there when I was married, and after the separation, I haven&#8217;t had significant enough relationships to take someone there. HoneyEyes is important, I&#8217;m smitten, so I decide to invite her to go with me.       <\/p>\n\n<p>As always happens when I do something nice, HoE&#8230; is hesitant.<br\/>&#8220;What&#8217;s up this time?&#8221; I ask her while preparing her the usual gin and tonic.<br\/>We talk and talk, and after an hour of various blah blah and numerous gin and tonics&#8230; she finally responds, embarrassed and intimidated:<br\/>It&#8217;s just that I&#8217;m afraid that \u2014 being with me day and night for three days \u2014 you&#8217;ll discover something about me that you don&#8217;t like.&gt;&gt;<br\/>&#8220;How sweet, she&#8217;s afraid of losing me!&#8221; I think, and&#8230; such a thought oozes from my satisfied and smug look. So much so that she quickly tries to correct herself: <br\/>&lt;&lt;No, I mean, maybe I want to sleep in late and instead you insist on being in the pool at 7 in the morning, we argue and you don&#8217;t want to see me anymore&gt;&gt;.<br\/>I look at her in silence, with a mocking smile.<br\/>She quickly adds, &lt;&lt;no, but maybe it&#8217;s not even that&gt;&gt;.<br\/>I reply: &lt;&lt;If we&#8217;re not meant to be together, well&#8230; better to find out right away! Better not to waste time, as you always say, haha&gt;&gt;. <br\/>It&#8217;s decided, we&#8217;re going. And we&#8217;re bringing Solomon, of course, my long-time four-legged spa companion.  <br\/>HoneyEyes rushes to fill her suitcase with tons of super sexy lingerie and provocative swimsuits. Including THE swimsuit.  THAT swimsuit. <br\/>You should know that when, in August 2020, I met HoneyEyes on a dating site, I had the feeling I had seen her before. It took me a couple of weeks to remember where I had seen her&#8230; on Tinder, two years earlier, wearing an extremely provocative swimsuit. The profile quickly became inactive, but I liked both her and her provocative style.   I liked it so much that I saved the photo on my phone. <br\/>Finding her again after two years seemed like a sign of destiny. The chat wasn&#8217;t particularly lively, normally I would have &#8220;nexted&#8221; her. But that photo, and that swimsuit, etched in my mind, led me to continue. And the rest is history.   <\/p>\n\n<p>Meanwhile, as she gets ready, I inform my young partner that I&#8217;m going to the spa with HoneyEyes.<\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"742\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-742x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1775\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-742x1024.jpeg 742w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-217x300.jpeg 217w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-768x1059.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-1113x1536.jpeg 1113w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-720x993.jpeg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-580x800.jpeg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1-320x441.jpeg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/IMG_424BC073AD4E-1.jpeg 1170w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 742px) 100vw, 742px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Let&#8217;s do it Strange!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Epic quote from a Verdone movie where the protagonists have sex everywhere, in every situation following the imperative &#8220;let&#8217;s do it Strange.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n<p>We&#8217;re much more refined, but honestly, I&#8217;ve always loved this epic way of impressing the police \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"a 220 all&#039;ora\" width=\"720\" height=\"405\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/NenYbkydiBo?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n<p>Well, we&#8217;re off. <br\/>I&#8217;ve always found traffic heading to that destination. This time, thanks to the red zone, there&#8217;s no one on the road: you can drive for 10 minutes before encountering another car. Everything&#8217;s closed, it feels like crossing the American desert. We arrive at the hotel past midnight. Hungry, I convince the night guard to steal some cheese and bresaola from the fridge, pointing to HoE as if to say &#8220;she&#8217;s too precious to let starve.&#8221; Solomon does his part, doing what he does best: the pitiful look of &#8220;I haven&#8217;t eaten in three months.&#8221; The guard grumbles annoyed but completes his mission, earning my full gratitude.      <\/p>\n\n<p>Tired from the trip, we collapse on the bed. HoneyEyes by day is very confident, alluring, and &#8211; when she wants and with whom she wants &#8211; flirtatious and enchanting. At night, when she sleeps, she&#8217;s instead a tender girl who can only sleep hugging a pillow. She hugs me too, very tenderly, but never lets go of the pillow. It&#8217;s a sort of threesome. Actually, a foursome, considering Solomon does everything to insert himself and claim ownership of the &#8220;<em>little dog<\/em>,&#8221; but inevitably ends up being pushed away.     <\/p>\n\n<p>First day at the Spa. OdM insists on always being perfect: even if she&#8217;s about to dive into thermal water, it&#8217;s inconceivable for her not to be well-made up, styled, and wearing a killer outfit.  Over the next few days, she&#8217;ll show off one swimsuit sexier than the last and her usual killer lingerie.<br\/>We leave the room in robes and slippers, get in the elevator, and find ourselves directly on the spa floor.<br\/>First stop: the tubs! <\/p>\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-style-rounded\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static2.oggi.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/nggallery\/terme-di-bormio-relax-deccellenza-per-sportivi-famiglie-e-pigri-tutte-le-foto\/QC-Terme-Bagni-Nuovi-ph.-Roby-Trab.jpg?v=1449664397\" alt=\"\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The tubs, what a delight!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n<p>These are huge wooden barrels, used for aging Barolo, cut in half like a tub and lined inside with fiberglass. They&#8217;re outdoors, with a view of the Alps. Due to Covid restrictions, attendance is minimal: the few people present are spread across various tubs. We immerse ourselves and don&#8217;t keep our distance. After a couple of minutes, I slightly move her swimsuit and&#8230; penetrate her. I look around to make sure we&#8217;re not too noticeable. I move slowly, me on top, her below. Occasionally, someone approaches but, as soon as they realize, they change course and leave us alone. Too bad, I start to entertain the idea of sharing&#8230; though not so publicly, for obvious reasons of respect towards others.        <\/p>\n\n<p><br\/>The complicity, the love for sex, and a certain taste for intriguing situations are an important note of our relationship. Together, we never get bored.  <br\/>Clearly, given the situation, it&#8217;s more of a quick thrill than an intensive sex session. Still, definitely an experience to be repeated.  We calm down, relax, and enjoy a good hour in the tub. <br\/>We move, ending up in a little house with a fireplace, whose floor is obviously a tub filled with thermal water&#8230; the perfect location for a blowjob!<\/p>\n\n<p>HoE has this reverence for fellatio. Many women do it to please, HoE does it out of vocation. Sucking cock is for her a high source of pleasure, a moment of full realization and &#8211; if she had to choose between penetration and a blowjob &#8211; she would often choose the blowjob. We play, we touch, always careful that no one catches us. I finish with a cumshot in the thermal water hehe.<br\/>The rest of the day goes like this, between tubs, relaxation, and naughtiness.<br\/>The highlight is reached in the chromotherapy tub, at a time of minimal attendance: here we are inside, we have a more or less partial view of who might enter, and so we go at it seriously, complete with videos for our exclusive use.<br\/>We return to the room, we should get ready for dinner, but&#8230; we fall asleep embraced, exhausted from the effusions and thermal effusions. We wake up very late, but still manage to have dinner.     <\/p>\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-style-rounded\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"611\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-1024x611.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1780\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-1024x611.png 1024w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-300x179.png 300w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-768x458.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-1536x917.png 1536w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-1920x1146.png 1920w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-720x430.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-580x346.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39-320x191.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Schermata-2021-04-07-alle-22.11.39.png 1994w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">I prefer dives where they make greasy pizzoccheri, but we make do.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n<p>The restaurant is a frescoed room from another time, very elegant, with a piano, a giant fireplace, and orchids everywhere.<br\/>She is beautiful, all eyes are on her: men admire her, women glare at her. Walking with HoneyEyes is like walking in a Ferrari, it draws attention.<br\/>Frankly, it doesn&#8217;t bother me; I&#8217;ve often been with women this beautiful. But none have been so important to me. My eyes are all for her and the world around disappears. I don&#8217;t notice anything, not even the couple where he spends all his time looking at my woman and his partner scolds him harshly and drags him away&#8230; with him still looking at HoE. It always amazes me how certain marriages turn men into pussy-starved zombies. Or maybe they were already like that, regardless.<br\/>After dinner, the inevitable stop at the hotel bar for a digestif. Here Solomon wins over Ugo, the bar manager, getting half a kilo of typical cold cuts&#8230; for free. Consider that Ugo, in the afternoon, had asked me \u20ac15 for a platter idea (2 slices of bresaola, 2 mini focaccias, and 2 withered olives)&#8230; I&#8217;m the one living the dog&#8217;s life, not Solomon!        <br\/>We collapse into bed exhausted and fall asleep amidst caresses and hugs.<\/p>\n\n<p>Another day, another round. I&#8217;ll keep it short, I won&#8217;t tell you about all the fantastic places and how we experienced them. I&#8217;ll just say that she, while enjoying herself, is the most beautiful creature in the world. She should be displayed in a museum, with art critics commenting on her half-closed eyes framed by abundant lashes, her half-open mouth, with lips swollen with pleasure, panting obscenely and whispering &#8220;I want your cock&#8221; with closed vowels and an aristocratic tone.   <\/p>\n\n<p>Lust is only part of the experience. She is increasingly tender, more present and attentive. And I find myself becoming more romantic. I struggle to recognize myself. I live emotions to the fullest and bring out everything, like never before.    <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"612\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-612x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4388\" style=\"aspect-ratio:0.5976717410771396;width:412px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-612x1024.jpg 612w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-179x300.jpg 179w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-768x1285.jpg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-720x1205.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-580x971.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2-320x536.jpg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/image-1-copia-2.jpg 784w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 612px) 100vw, 612px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Heart-shaped hug<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Last day, last evening. HoneyEyes has gone crazy, she wants to give me blowjobs everywhere. We start at the bar, sending Solomon to distract the manager while she sucks me off on her knees, with us in the middle of the room. There&#8217;s no one around anyway.<br\/>We move to the smoking area, a room with 3 (I mean: three!) glass walls and the fourth&#8230; windowed. I&#8217;m sprawled on the couch, she&#8217;s still on her knees, with a blanket partially hiding her from view.     Very partially.<br\/>Finally, the idea of ideas: I tell her &lt;&lt;It would be nice to fuck at the spa, even though they&#8217;re closed now&gt;&gt;. The idea excites her. We could sneak in, but we don&#8217;t know if the floor is alarmed. So, we decide to try to convince the attendant.   I tell her &lt;&lt;Let&#8217;s go together but you insist particularly, make sweet eyes, a couple of flirts&gt;&gt;. She accepts the challenge.<\/p>\n\n<p>She: &lt;&lt;Excuse me, I&#8217;d like to ask you a big favor. We&#8217;re leaving early tomorrow and I&#8217;d be delighted to have one last bath at the spa &gt;&gt;<br\/>He: &lt;&lt;uhm, I&#8217;m sorry, they&#8217;re closed, it&#8217;s not allowed&gt;&gt;.<br\/>She insists, keeping up that nodding (a technique read in some book), acting flirtatious, always elegant and polite but hinting between the lines that she would love to fuck me in the pool.<br\/>The attendant tries to object, but eventually gives in, saying &#8220;okay, I&#8217;ll open the door and turn on the lights for you. But if anyone sees you, I don&#8217;t know anything.&#8221;<br\/>I compliment the evil genius, we put on our robes and run to dive into the pool. It&#8217;s one of the most beautiful ones, half inside and half outside, a sort of balcony overlooking the Alps. We start off playful and cheerful, like two kids enchanted by the beauty of the place and the connection between us. Then a thought hits: knowing the attendant might be spying on us is particularly arousing. In the corner, I see something that could be a camera; it&#8217;s dark, I can&#8217;t see well.     I position HoneyEyes right under it, in the most visible spot, and start fucking her in the water. <br\/>&lt;&lt;Look at the camera and make the guard understand that you&#8217;re thinking about him, that you&#8217;d fuck him&gt;&gt;. She reaches peaks of naughtiness never seen before. After, the inevitable blowjob.<br\/>Finally, the cuddles. We remain embraced, looking at the Alps, cuddling, taking care of each other. Suddenly it starts snowing. She says: &#8220;It&#8217;s thanks to me, I have powers. You wished all along for it to snow and I&#8230; made it snow for you     &gt;&gt;.<br\/>A very romantic moment. <br\/>We enjoy it.<br\/>Then she worries that the snow might hinder our return.<br\/>And, suddenly, it stops.<br\/>She looks at me, winking \ud83d\ude42<br\/>I don&#8217;t know if she really has the power to control the weather.<br\/>But I&#8217;m convinced she truly has a superpower: the power to make me fall in love.<br\/>And, considering the life I was leading, it&#8217;s harder than making it snow<\/p>\n\n<p>UPDATE: <span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">upon returning&#8230; we became a couple (exclusive, monogamous, etc)<\/span> and now we&#8217;re living together. 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] I can&#8217;t stand being at home anymore. The isolation caused by Covid has lasted over a month, and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we&#8217;re in a Red zone, very red: if you stick your nose out the door&#8230; they&#8217;ll shoot you. 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