Being outdoors has always made me feel a little wild.
My husband has never understood why it brings out the freak in me, but he’s learned to stop questioning it and instead just takes me to our cabin regularly.
Sitting by the campfire, sipping a cold beer, is essentially foreplay for me. The darkness of the woods, the sounds of nature, and the crisp feel of fresh air make me want to let go of all my inhibitions and become the animal that prowls at the core of me.
The last time we went to our cabin for the weekend, we were sitting by the fire, beginning to feel the first chill of nighttime air, when my husband turned to me and said, “Take your clothes off.”
I always got a special thrill when he ordered me around sexually, tapping into the excitement I felt when submitting. I... Read more...