Sex and Outdoors  

Sassy2BSpanked 63F
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3/12/2006 6:22 am

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3/29/2006 5:36 am

Sex and Outdoors

The weather these past few days has reminded me of camping. My ex-husband was the first person to take me camping. He was great at it. I immediately fell in love with it. I also discovered that it was a huge turn-on for me.

There's something about being so close to nature. My senses are heightened by the smells, the sounds, and the feel of it all. This little nymph inside of me awakens and emerges to play. She has a healthy appetite for sex.

I love having sex outdoors. I have no idea why, but again, I think it has something to do with that primal energy within me. It feels like the natural thing to do. With my senses already heightened, it makes sex even more sensual. For years I fantasized about being fucked in the woods. Of being tossed over a fallen branch and fucked with abandon. I've yet to experience that particular scene, but I have had the good fortune of being deliciously taken in mother nature's theater.

The sun had gone down and the night air had a chill in it. He had started a fire to ward it off. The smell of burning timber was heavy and the crackling of the wood almost echoed in the stillness. The warmth enveloped me and I slipped off my shirt, exposing my breasts to heat of the flames. My nipples hardened immediately. I could feel the heat between my legs and my pussy began to stir. I looked over at him and his eyes were on my breasts. They were full of admiration and hunger. I loved that expression on his face. I wanted to think it would be there forever.

As he watched, I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them over my hips, down my legs, and to my ankles, taking my panties with them. As I bent over to remove them, the heat of the fire kissed and licked at my bottom and exposed pussy. I quivered with pleasure. My pussy wet itself. I straightened up again and stood in the light of the flickering flames. I let it caress me as I watched his reaction. His desire was growing into a fury. I could see it in his eyes and in his jeans.

I walked over and knelt before him. I reached for the button on his pants and he shifted in the chair to make it easier for me. His cock was hard and straining against the taught denim. I slid the zipper open and released it from its confinement. My eyes drank in every inch of him. My pussy quivered and danced with anticipation and wet itself again as I slid my mouth over his erect shaft. A guttural moan escaped my throat as the taste of him filled my mouth. God, how I loved the smell and taste of this man!

His cock hardened even more as my tongue danced around the most tender part of him. I took him deeply, all the way to the back of my throat and felt him stiffen with delight. His hips moved rhythmically as he fucked my mouth. A bead of precum offered itself to me and I greedily accepted it. I sucked and swallowed and hoped for more. He had other plans.

He pulled me off and stood up. As he removed his jeans, I watched his face in the dancing light. He was full of animal lust and desire. His passion was obvious and ready to be liberated. I moved just far enough away from the fire to assure he had room and bent over. I waited on all fours, pussy dripping and exposed while he discarded his clothing. I felt him kneel behind me. I spread my legs and welcomed him. He entered quickly and roughly. I moaned with relief as the emptiness was filled with him. I pushed back against him, forcing him even deeper inside of me. He growled and grabbed my hips. The Alpha male emerged and took what was his, what he wanted. My body shook each time he pounded into me and pulled back again. My knees trembled and my arms threatened to go weak. I moaned and begged for more. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, don't stop!" He didn't. He was lost in his primal need and would not stop until he was satiated. I loved those moments. My pussy spasmed around his cock, clinging to it and refusing to let go until it had received its gift. I wanted his cum. I begged him to give it to me, "Give me your cum. I want your cum. Please." His growl warned of his impending orgasm. I pushed against him as he plunged inside of me. His cock hardened, stiffened, and suddenly exploded, spewing his hot wad all over the wall of my cervix. I spasmed and shuddered as his guttural yell pierced the night. We fell in a heap to the cold, hard ground, our breathing rapid and ragged with spent passion. I was happy. I felt like a woman and I felt loved.

moviepicscribe 64M

3/13/2006 11:07 pm

I've had occasion to speak to the Austin chapter of the Romance Writers of America (a group of about 70 or so), several of whom moonlight by writing erotica; mostly shorts similar to this. They make between $50 to $100 per sale (to websites of all description), and I went and read a few of their offerings. Not one of them had my loins stirring quite like this. You might want to consider making your avocation pay for nights out - especially camp-outs in the woods.

But aside from the purely intellectual/business observation, I think you're about due to be bent over another log out in the wilderness, and I've got my own lumber ready to explore your nether regions.

Sassy2BSpanked 63F

3/14/2006 4:46 am

Do you now? Hmmm . . . thanks for the very considerate and kind response.

mmoguy2 71M

3/27/2006 7:36 pm

[Your writing was intensely pleasing, bringing to mind the theater version as I read; were I the fortunate male in the scene, I would have most liked to taste your awesome nipples and your prized wetness, assisting with hands and my musician's fingers wherever they would wander, both externally and internally, hopefully until you would shudder several times with the intense pleasure of orgasm - and without a doubt I would have come once or twice without allowing ejaculation, that I may share several more outbursts with you before exploding.......and THEN we would nestle, collapsed and happy, until the forces of nature and our sensuality would have us are beautiful and I am crazy about you!!!SIZE 2]

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