Once upon a time, I got fucked in a tent.
I used to fantasize about hooking up with fellow hikers while in the backcountry, perhaps due to my naughty stranger need and my odd love for being naked in the woods.
It’s at once a release and a curse to commune with nature while alone. To hike mountains and valleys and rivers all day with your world on your back, and finally curl up in a sleeping bag at night, oh it’s a delicious pleasure.
But it also means being in a tent, all night. Alone.
I mean I don’t have any problem with sliding my panties off and gliding a couple of fingers around and over my clit while I listen to the forest around me transition to night. I’m no doctor, but I’d argue that arching my back off my sleeping bag while I ride out waves of orgasms is a good measure of stretching after a day of hiking with a pack on. Moaning to that extent certainly repels bears.
Health and safety measures aside, I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to be thoroughly fucked in that tent, by more than just my lonely hands.