I was a little heartbroken when my boyfriend broke his ankle and couldn’t come to the [insert name of metal festival] music festival.

He’d bought a huge tent for us so we could be comfortable, lots of space for our stuff… and plenty of space for the expensive, comfy double air mattress he’d bought too.

But now I was by myself - well not by myself, 2 of his best friends were there, and my bestie too. Tents all in a ring around a small camping table that was covered in playing cards and liquor basically from the first night.

The weather outlook with stunning sun all weekend, so all I had to wear was vests, tiny denim shorts, knee high socks and fishnets - all with my trusty converse.

But now I was bouncing in the crowd seeing my favourite band without. A little out of it from too much tequila (or something stronger?). But people at a music festival are so friendly, so I soon made some new friends, saying we’d be best friends before never talking to them again.

I really trust the people I’m with. And trust them to keep their lips zipped - anything that happens at a festival stays there, right?

So what if I ended up a little too close to a big, hulking stranger? Was that my thong draped over one of the camping chairs in the morning? And my bestie just LOVES to sit in my lap in her tiny little booty shorts…

So I’d love to play this out with someone I know, or someone I don’t! I always keep clean at a festival (made up, I know!), but there’s just something about tents that get my engine going~