Campity Camp Camp

So, everyone in the BDSM world who is going to camp, is probably unpacked, meeting their cabin mates, and having a nice camp dinner by now, listening to the host make daily announcements and then say "GET NAKED AND PLAYYYYY" after every meal. The weather is great, so I hope they all have a lot of fun swimming in that pool that was FREEZING COLD last year...

Last night, I decided to have our own PRIVATE campity-camp-camp outing, so I gathered a nice camping sleep pad, and whispered, "let's go outside," sometime around 11 p.m. We went out into the dark front yard, lay the sleeping pad on the ground, and I gave Pete the biggest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his LIFE....all the time telling him SHHHH, and BE QUIET....which only added to the naughty fun of it all....

I felt a little bit like my old self last night, for the first time in a very very very loooonnnngggg time. I miss that old self a lot.

So we told each other that this weekend would be our own private camp out weekend, even though we have some company staying with us. We'll wait until everyone's sleeping late at night, and sneak out and do more naughty things in the front yard again.

Pete smiled ---no, he actually grinned from ear to ear----when I told him that PETER never EVER went out into my yard with me late at night to do those things. (We went out into the woods ONCE at a public park, and he pulled down my panties and spanked me, but that was when we first met). So, this was a first for Pete, and he loved that fact the most.

I like to suck my Dom off so good and hard and long, making him come over and over if I can, so that he is a zombie and falls right asleep afterwards. I grin from ear to ear whenever that happens, knowing I am the one who made him zonk off into la-la land, and Pete says he gets the BEST sleep of his LIFE after one of my blowjobs, so that makes me feel proud of my training.

I felt a little of that "danger" thing with Pete last night, and that's the one thing he said he could never give me, the "danger" aspect of being together with me...he said that's one thing Peter will always have over him, the danger factor, and that probably enhanced our times together, the idea and possibility of being caught....but last night, i felt a little of that danger, of being discovered by a neighbor or a passing car with headlights, etc....or worse, Pete's MOM (who told me this morning she couldn't sleep last night and was up sitting in the kitchen having a bagel).....or his SON even....yeah, THAT would be bad....

But, nobody caught us, and I felt so alive....so totally sexy and alive....so naughty and dirty and dangerous....I know it may seem TAME to most people in BDSM to do such a thing, but we were just reliving our camp days in our own private way, and that was what felt so good about the whole thing.

I'm looking forward to more campity-camp-camp goodness in our own front yard tonight. And while I'm with Pete, I will be thinking how sad it is that Peter's wife never had a moment like that in her whole miserable vanilla life, and never will.

Love, Sassy Girl