A storm, a tent, and no inhibitions

I am sitting outside in the blackest of skies as a storm rages overhead. Moments of charged energy fill the air as lightning disrupts the darkness and shakes the ground beneath my feet. The thunder cracks and it sends shockwaves through my chest.

I was a young man the last time I was out in a storm like this. We set up a tent for the night in the woods. We settled down just in time for the storm to start around us. The wind caused such chaos in the branches above us as we curled up in a sleeping bag together.

The storm was like a chaotic symphony as the lightning and thunder filled the darkened sky. Soon our hands couldn’t deny ourselves from each others flesh and a primal hunger overtook us both. I’m sure my heart pounded harder than the rain hitting the surface of the tent.

The air was filled with the smell of the fresh rain and pine from the trees struggling under the high winds. Branches cracked and broke around us but we didn’t care. I needed her as badly as the savagery of the storm around us.

That moment when my flesh penetrated her for the first time. The way her nails dug into my back. The way our moans became part of the music of the storm. It was one of the hottest nights of my life!

Oh how I desire to use that energy in the air like that again, the chaos of nature to make love to someone who can be as in tune with nature as I feel now. The warm summer rain dousing our skin as steam rises from our love soaked flesh. No one will question your moans of pleasure as they are drounded out by the natures fury above us.

Will you weather the storm with me?