I love music festivals, but have never had an opportunity to play at one. In hind-sight, I had all the opportunity if I had realized how much of a slut I am now. I was single then and shy to this dirty new world. I enjoyed masturbating in any public place that had the slightest chance of getting caught, especially if I was recording it, but never had I thought about opening my pussy up to anything that would fuck it. I didn’t learn that until my boyfriend and I started exploring some of our darkest desires and delve head first into an incredible world of exploration. So, this was my boyfriends first music festival that he camped out at. I’d always had thoughts of all the places I could sneak off to, but now I had someone that I could experience it with. Excitement doesn’t accurately describe how I felt. One of my favorite, but honestly terrifying experiences at the time, was one evening while we were at our campsite. These tents were all essentially on top of each other, only separated by roads big enough for a single vehicle or a canopy. I had my legs spread wide open as I sat in my hammock, facing my boyfriend across the canopy from me. We had a corner site and watching people walk by to see if they looked beyond the tapestries was thrilling. Eventually though, I let go and didn’t care anymore. All I cared about was how good it felt when I touched my pussy and knowing my boyfriend was watching me. I had been nervous about being caught and getting in trouble but right that second, I didn’t give a fuck. My boyfriend moves his chair next to the hammock, so now my pussy is spread open, easily exposed with the opening I faced. I came so quickly and over and over, soaking the hammock and my dress that was pulled up around my waist. My whore hole is insatiable it seems like. I’m lost in the moment when all of a sudden a man peaks his head around the pile of the canopy and walks into our site to ask some questions. We immediately stopped. We had seen him walk by and he glanced in, returning after he saw what we were doing. I was embarrassed and nervous at what might happen.

What I wish I knew then was how much of a slut I really was and how much my boyfriend loves every second of it. The fear that had pumped through my veins would have been adrenaline and excitement, if I had known then what I know now.

My boyfriend wouldn’t have stopped. I would have opened my legs wider. Our new friend would have been asked if he liked what he saw and if he wanted to join. My cock sleeve would have been ready to take his dick and any other nosey one that looked beyond the canopy and at what could have been one of the most adventurous moments of their life.

The next music festival will have an entirely different meaning the next time we go and I can’t fucking wait.