Making Memories

Chapter 20

*Two Weeks Later*
We land in the Emerald Isle, Ireland. The first thing we experience as soon as we walk out of the airport is rain. Just straight up rain. We buy some umbrellas and cover ourselves. We hail a taxi and get a ride to our lovely hostel in the heart of Dublin. I walk out on the balcony to see the bustling city. I can't wait to go exploring as soon as we have the chance, but for now, it's time to rest.

The next day, we got ready to go roam around Dublin. The first thing I want to do is pick up an Ireland keychain to add to the various ones I already have. I bought one that looks like this:

After stopping by the shop, we move onto our next activity. Woods has planned for us to go explore the great castles. We get onto a tour bus with a bunch of other tourists. The bus rumbles as we go down the dirt trail to the first castle. We arrive at the castle upon a mountain, overlooking the sea. All of us get off the bus and begin our tour. Our tour guide leads into the castle. She shows to the living quarters of the many kings and queens of Ireland. Then, she takes upstairs for a great view of the sea. From the top of the castle, we can see the sea. I jokingly say,
"Woods, I can see Britain from here." I point out to the horizon.
"Haha, sure you can, honey." Woods said.
"You two cuties should reenact that iconic scene from Titanic." One person says.
We both laugh. That same person plays the song My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. Woods and I shrug and play along. I go in front of Woods. He puts his hands on my hips and I make a T-pose with my arms. We hilariously sing along to the song. We asked someone else to vlog this for us so we have something for our channel. Yes, Woods and I agreed to make our own joint channel in celebration for our marriage. All of the footage from our Europe trip will go up on our channel, appropriately named: Woods & Shelly.

We follow the tour guide back down the stairs to look at the rest of the castle. We saw the room where the princess and prince would stay. We saw the dining room with a massive dinning table, fit for at least twenty people. The last thing we looked at was the courtyard. The tour of the first castle ends, and we move onto the next one. This castle is slightly larger and just down the road from the last one.

We run through the same kind of tour we did last time. Tour after tour of each castle was making both of us hungry. The bus drops us off at a classic Irish restaurant called the Woollen Mills. We walk into the restaurant and are seated. I take a look at the menu. That steak and spuds looks pretty appetizing, so I order that. Woods goes with the same thing.

We get our food and drinks. The potatoes are steaming and the steak is dripping with delicious juices. I slice into it and take my sweet time chewing through it. Why is every European dish I have better than American stuff? Just a thought. I might just move to Europe, but then I'd miss home too much. I want to stay in America no matter how cool it would be to live in Europe.

We finish lunch, then get into the bus for the final castle. This one is the largest, most gothic looking one. This castle is lowkey creepy. To make it worse, the tour guide tells of a story that ghost of a king who was unhappy, and depressed, hung himself in the foyer. It's too bad I don't believe in ghosts, but Woods is a skeptic, so he suspects there's something more, but it's unlikely. That's just my belief. After getting the socks scared off us, the tour guide shows us the exact rope that king used. It's ominous, it still hangs there, slowly decaying.

Then, we go upstairs. Woods and I sit on the edge of the tower. Someone takes a cute picture of us. After touring the castle, we get back on the bus. While driving back, it just starts pouring. No wonder Irish people are always sad because it's always raining. We arrive back to the city. We hail a taxi and get back to our hostel. I sit in a chair in the corner, reading Hungerspiele, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain falling. It's quite peaceful to be honest. Woods is at it again, writing his hand off.

I read for about an hour, then decided to take a nap. When I wake up, Woods is gone. A small piece of paper is ripped out of his notebook. The note reads:
Went out to buy some special stuff for tonight. Wanted to make it a surprise ;) Let's have a little fun
Oh, boy. What does this boy have planned? I can only assume what he's going to buy. If he's going to fufill my sexual fantasies, then he's going to have to make it real kinky. I think that's his plan. If not, then casual, vanilla stuff is always nice too. Okay, enough of that talk now.

I sit in the corner and read my book until he comes back. He's been gone for an hour or so. Then, he comes through the door. He has a bag in his hand from the sex shop. Oh, hell. I knew it. Woods dumps the contents on the bed. Fuzzy pink handcuffs, paracord rope, an outfit for himself, a tie, a blindfold, and multiple "instruments." I roll my eyes.
"You watch 50 Shades of Grey once, I swear to God." I said.
"Oh, trust me, I've seen much rougher than just 50 Shades. That stuff's soft, yet still kinky." Woods admitted.
"You surprise me more and more with these things." I said.
"Shall we?" Woods asked.
I nod my head. He takes off his shirt. I admire his toned body. He hasn't missed ab day. Even while in Europe, he makes sure to go to the gym. Damn, he's hot as hell.
*One hour of hot, kinky, love-making later*
"That. . . Was. . . Incredible." I breath heavily.
"I told you I knew what I was doing." Woods said.
"How are you gonna top that for our honeymoon?" I asked.
"Trust me, honey. I have something much grander planned for our honeymoon. Just you wait." Woods said.
"Okay. I'm going to bed now. Ooo, this is gonna hurt in the morning." I said, grunting as I turn to my side.
"I bet, night babe." Woods said, kissing my cheek.
"Night." I said.
Tonight was wild. I didn't know Woods had it in him. I guess you learn new things about your partner each day. He impresses me every time.