I love being the small spoon

I Love being the small spoon.

I fit so perfect inside him.

This doesn’t make me lesser than.

This doesn’t make him more than.

I love being the small spoon.

Being nude right against him.

His arm holding me.

My tush lightly grazing his cock in the night.

I love being the small spoon.

Him holding a breast in his hand in his sleep.

His random whisper of “I love you” in my ear, in the dark.

I love being the small spoon.

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Roughing it

There are a couple outdoor kink events that happen annually. For a couple years now, the boy and I have been wanting to experience one of them even though we are not really campers. Last summer, we finally got the chance. This was on a smaller scale than other events we knew of and we were excited to go.

When one says camping, it usually means tents, sleeping bags on the floor. Our camping was in a small cabin. Now, it did have the very bare basics. No refrigerator. Any food that was to be kept cold was kept in an ice chest we brought . Toilet was the ole “If it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down”. However, flushing meant taking a bucket of water and pouring it down the toilet. But we didn’t come for the accommodations.

This was our chance to play in the forest,  in the great outdoors, nature! And we did! Imagine if you will, naked, dirty and bound to stakes in the ground. That was my boy and oh what I did to him……..

There were other activities done on that long weekend that included bondage and other delicious things.. I wish more were done involving trees and such. Well, that is what next time is for.

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