Surf, Sweat & Celebration: A San Diego Story
- Suzy
- May 24
- 6 min read
Oh, San Diego…Where do we even begin this steamy love letter to you? Billy was about to hit the big 4-0 (still a certified snack), and we knew we needed to celebrate in a way that was just as wild and unforgettable as he is. His wish was to go surfing again, and not just because I dared him to catch a barrel wave and hinted he might be too old to pull it off. Bratty move, right? You can guess how well that went over. Let’s just say the challenge was accepted.
We landed Thursday afternoon to bright, golden skies and lots of palm trees. We’d soon discover those rays were fleeting (it was a bit chillier than back home in Wisconsin), but that first taste of sun on our skin set the tone that we were here to play and enjoy every moment in Southern California.
Our home base for the weekend was The Inn at Sunset Cliffs, a whimsical escape that is an absolute feast for the senses. It has a brilliant blue exterior kissed by the ocean breeze, rows of blooming roses perfuming the air, and the hypnotic soundtrack of waves crashing just steps away. It really was heavenly.
Our suite had an ocean view and a double-headed shower (you know we made use of that). Tucked beside Sunset Cliffs Natural Park, we could watch the sun dip below the horizon while we hiked along the cliffs, which we did Thursday evening. It was the perfect location for a getaway for two because every inch of the place whispered romance.
We hit Ocean Beach that afternoon, taking in the sights and dipping our toes in the sand and water. The next day, surf lessons with San Diego Surf School delivered pure adrenaline. It was definitely worthwhile for us to get a lesson, and I was a little nervous beforehand, but those nerves were swept away once we emerged ourselves in the experience. No, Billy didn’t catch a barrel (yet), but he caught plenty of other waves. I stood up on my board on the first go, giving me an amazing sense of pride and energy. I was proud to watch Billy's natural athleticism on full display. That's the thing about us, every wave and every challenge, just brings us closer. That thrilling feeling would echo through the rest of our weekend... especially Friday night.
We’d done some spicy research before the trip and joined House of Black, a discreet, members-only adult club known for its curated, consent-forward events. Friday was their BDSM night, and while we love all kinds of kink, we're definitely more into pleasure than pain. But the vibe promised exploration, connection, and a hint of the unexpected, so we were game.
The anticipation of the trip was absolutely delicious. After becoming members, we immediately noticed this sexy couple and sent a flirty message after mutual photo likes, letting them know we were coming to town. We’d been eyeing them because they radiated joy, sensuality, and that special kind of chemistry we crave in others. They had great photos and seemed in love, which turns us on. Their play style was perfectly aligned with ours. We were looking for a sexy MFM. They were looking for connections.. in particular, he connects and plays, she connects and watches. We were dealing with a Cuck Queen fantasy, and that was a yummy prospect for both of us.
Friday night arrived. Nerves buzzed as we pulled up to the low-key industrial building. House of Black doesn’t scream sexy from the outside, but inside it looked like a typical club experience. There were only about 30 people, all beautifully dressed and vibing. Billy looked sexy as hell in his black shirt and pants. I wore the slinky little number he bought me that day, which was black, short and showed off my curves in all the right ways.
Billy and I had our usual pre-adventure jitters, but here’s the thing: we trust each other completely. That’s what makes this kind of exploration not just sexy, but soul-deep. It’s not just about play, it’s about choosing each other again and again, no matter what room we walk into.
Libby, our stunning host, greeted everyone with warmth and authority, laying down the rules: ask before touching, respect the energy of scenes, and mind the vibe. We got a tour, there were playrooms galore, themed spaces, a bar with snacks (no booze this night), and plenty of cozy nooks for mischief. We'd say the energy was intimate, inviting, and pulsing with curiosity.
Our tour included a quick stop to witness a man using leather-tasseled whips on a woman bent over a spanking bench. Later, we caught a glimpse of him tracing a large butcher knife gently over her bare ass. No blood, thankfully, just theatrical intensity and erotic trust. Along the way, a cute naked woman with short gray-lavender hair was being tied up by a partner. Another couple made use of a second X-cross with restraints and spankings.
We spotted our online crushes, who we're going to call Veronica and Ronald, and sparks flew. He was tall, mocha-skinned, and radiated chill confidence. She was a petite blonde, glam and gorgeous, with a bubbly, fun aura. I loved her mauve faux leather ensemble and sexy, draped jewelry. We exchanged flirty hellos and easy laughter. My body hummed as Ronald’s hand brushed mine, anticipating what was likely to happen. Billy and I exchanged a glance and a quick word when we had a moment alone. You in, he asked? I nodded, fuck yes.
We found a quiet spot outside to talk boundaries and desires. I snuggled in the middle seat of the coach, sandwiched between Billy and Ronald.. a position I'd be in again later. We confirmed that the chemistry was instant and the alignment was spot-on. When Billy suggested finding a room, we all leaned in with matching smirks, and got up off our seats!
The first available room had another couple already mid-play, but there were two more open beds. We asked if we could take space next to them and they said yes. Veronica started going down on Ronald, while I kissed and teased Billy, before taking him into my mouth with a grin. Shortly after heating things up, Ronald joined Billy and me on the bed with his electric touch. The sensation of being adored and filled by two attentive, sexy men was otherworldly. It was such a turn on to hear Ronald moaning, knowing that he was loving every moment. I couldn't help but stare intensely into Billy's eyes as he devoured me, and made me come again and again. The moans, the rhythm, the eye contact, it was all delicious.
After a quick reset in the bathroom with Veronica (girl code always), we moved to the Glam Room, which had a large bed with red sheets and a rhinestone headboard, and an X-frame in the corner. Veronica took off her top, teasing us from the vanity as we resumed our three-way scenario of pleasure, this time with one of our favorite toys. Even surrounded by newness and thrill, Billy and I ground each other. Every moan, every stroke, every moment was another reminder: I’m so damn lucky to be his. We’re partners in curiosity, pleasure, love and life.
After a few more orgasms, we all embraced in post-play bliss. We even made plans to have another round after meeting at Wonderfront Music Festival the next day.
Billy and I weren’t done with our night yet, we were flying high from our incredible rendezvous so we opted to go to Spin, a nightclub open til 4 a.m. with multiple DJs and dance floors. We danced for a couple hours until it was time to go back to the inn, where Billy and I had a hot-as-hell reclaiming session, with the Pacific singing us to sleep early in the morning.
Saturday brought a slower start and lunch with an old friend, followed by an evening of incredible music featuring Portugal. The Man, Janelle Monae, Foster the People, and Anderson .Paak. The weather didn’t really cooperate, as we got caught in the rain, but the music was bumping and the festival was massive! Our new friends couldn’t make the fest, but offered to pick us up and then head back to our motel for more fun. While we absolutely planned on meeting Veronica and Ronald for a late-night encore, by the time the music ended we were totally wiped (hello, 40!), and passed along some sexy souvenir photos instead.
We’ll be back, Ocean Beach. For the surf, the sun, and the spice. Because if this trip taught us anything, it’s that turning 40 is just the beginning of the wildest rides.
As the weekend wrapped and we listened to the waves crash one last time, I couldn’t stop admiring Billy, the man who turns me on, makes me laugh, takes care of my heart and soul, and keeps showing up for this wild, wonderful life we’re building. This trip wasn’t just about surf lessons or late-night escapades. It was about trust, thrill, companionship, and letting our freak flags fly together. We keep pushing boundaries, not just in bed, but in how we love and do life - freely, fiercely, and without apology. With every adventure, our bond deepens. We’re not just in love. We’re freaks in love, and that feels so damn good!
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