I camped, and I liked it!
I had a fabulous weekend. I went…camping.
Those who know me were stunned by this development. I’ve been anti-camping for years, despite the fact that I camped often before somewhere around 1997. Then, allergy issues and a bad car accident made such things impossible, and I think I built up an “I don’t really want to do it” mentality to avoid thinking about how I couldn’t. But this weekend, I chose to revisit camping and give it one more shot.
And you know, I loved it. :)
It was kinky camping - a local kinky group reserved space not too far from home, complete with space, woods, and a play area. I went with husband, a good friend, and my new boy (I’ll have to come up with a better name soon, as “new” really doesn’t apply any more). I “tented” with the new boy, but my husband and friend were less than 15 feet away in a clearing, and we shared communal space.
Certainly, I faced some ribbing for my lack of tent and tarp skills, but friends were cool enough to recognize that the ribbing, though understood, was making me nervous. I was, after all, far outside my comfort zone. Once friends realized that, they teased, but left the ribbing out, and I had a lovely time.
We brought camping items, good food, booze, and toys - and we used them all. On the first evening, I wandered the camp with the new boy, shared fires, watched my dear husband fall asleep in his camp chair, and took the boy back to the tent for some excellent recreation activity. The next day, we checked out the play area, tested both the cross and swing (and, apparently, had an audience neither of us noticed), then hiked with friends to watch the sun set before returning to camp for dinner, drinks, and drumming. I took the boy to the play area for a solid beating, then headed back to camp to sleep once it got a bit too cold to stay out.
We had a thunderstorm the first night, and a very cold night the second. I came back with allergy sniffles and eye itches. And - I’m still exhausted. But it was very worth it. My boy is bruised and happy, my husband is comfortable and feels good about what he did over the weekend, and I’m feeling both sated and excited that I pushed my boundaries. Strangely enough, I may actually want to go camping again soon.
It was a lovely weekend. I’m blessed to have such friends and loved ones with which to share such things.
Those who know me were stunned by this development. I’ve been anti-camping for years, despite the fact that I camped often before somewhere around 1997. Then, allergy issues and a bad car accident made such things impossible, and I think I built up an “I don’t really want to do it” mentality to avoid thinking about how I couldn’t. But this weekend, I chose to revisit camping and give it one more shot.
And you know, I loved it. :)
It was kinky camping - a local kinky group reserved space not too far from home, complete with space, woods, and a play area. I went with husband, a good friend, and my new boy (I’ll have to come up with a better name soon, as “new” really doesn’t apply any more). I “tented” with the new boy, but my husband and friend were less than 15 feet away in a clearing, and we shared communal space.
Certainly, I faced some ribbing for my lack of tent and tarp skills, but friends were cool enough to recognize that the ribbing, though understood, was making me nervous. I was, after all, far outside my comfort zone. Once friends realized that, they teased, but left the ribbing out, and I had a lovely time.
We brought camping items, good food, booze, and toys - and we used them all. On the first evening, I wandered the camp with the new boy, shared fires, watched my dear husband fall asleep in his camp chair, and took the boy back to the tent for some excellent recreation activity. The next day, we checked out the play area, tested both the cross and swing (and, apparently, had an audience neither of us noticed), then hiked with friends to watch the sun set before returning to camp for dinner, drinks, and drumming. I took the boy to the play area for a solid beating, then headed back to camp to sleep once it got a bit too cold to stay out.
We had a thunderstorm the first night, and a very cold night the second. I came back with allergy sniffles and eye itches. And - I’m still exhausted. But it was very worth it. My boy is bruised and happy, my husband is comfortable and feels good about what he did over the weekend, and I’m feeling both sated and excited that I pushed my boundaries. Strangely enough, I may actually want to go camping again soon.
It was a lovely weekend. I’m blessed to have such friends and loved ones with which to share such things.