Our first camping trip of the year was this weekend. The weather was gorgeous – we enjoyed the beach and the walks and campfire talks. On Friday, an opportunity arose and we quietly (oh, so difficult) christened our new camper. Saturday night, M and I put our feet up and sipped wine while leaning back, holding hands and gazing at the stars, finding as many constellations and planets as we could. Sunday, I followed all sorts of unexpected, sexy directions throughout the day. Just his forethought was insanely erotic, but then, his spontaneity on top of that, wow. I never knew if something erotic was waiting for me from one moment to the next, all day long. He snuck us away for many stolen, sexy moments, ones I won’t likely forget. At night, we sat by the fire, held hands, talked and laughed at the silliest things. Admiring the stars again, we snuggled into one another and made out like teenagers. They were the kinds of kisses that made our teeth tingle, left us gasping for air and tugging on clothes, wishing. Then, I was surprised again when I was asked to kneel before him. And what happened next – I was lucky enough to cross one thing off of our simple bucket list.
It was a good weekend.