So Elizabeth and I after our adventure in New York (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eyklb8/a_wild_weekend_fulfilling_fantasies_with_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) went to a totally different location for our next trip: a small cabin with walls of glass perched above a spectacular remote beach in Northern California. It’s impossible to explain the intensity of what happened once the fireworks began. Elizabeth brought a little clicker to track her orgasms. We started our activities at 4pm on a Monday and when it was time to leave at 10 am Wednesday, the clicker read 42.
Before I go into details, I must say that the time we weren’t fucking was as memorable than the time that we were. We are still getting to know each other and after going through some long distance challenges, we were both looking forward to this special place. The intensity of the natural beauty outside the cottage fed the intensity of what was happening inside the cottage. It helped that there was a huge hot tub built into the hillside below the house looking out over the enormous empty beach and the crashing Pacific. Every time we hit another sexual peak we would dashed out to the hot tub and recharge, listening to the wind and the waves and talking deeply about our lives.