It was day 132 I think. Give or take a day or two, I stopped counting after 100. I wasn't on the run and I wasn't homeless, but I wasn't living anywhere in particular or staying in one spot for too long either. 132ish days ago, I graduated college, and was set to enter the "real world". I had a job lined up at an accounting firm starting just a few weeks after. I imagine they've replaced me by now, I'm sure my email inbox still has some onboarding emails and a few 'Tanner, where the fuck are you?' emails too. But to me, 60 hour work weeks and a good salary were far from "real".

Real was the river I walked by this morning, the tent I slept in last week, the stars I watched above me before the clouds blocked my few. I have been living off little more than a backpack and the couple hundred bucks I make every month from some odd jobs I pick up along the way. It hasn't always been easy, but I've met incredible people along the way, people that understand what real is.

I started on the West coast and drove my car until I was out of gas, spending the last of the money I had on a few more gallons to get to the Western edge of the Rocky Mountains. From there I've walked, hitchhiked, and even train-hopped my way to the Appalachian Mountains. It was pretty here, and the people were nice. I met a couple here a few days ago, Lenny and Rita. They're 30 or so years my elder but live a life much like mine, except they maintain a camper which transports them around the states. 

The couple took a liking to me quickly, even joking that I was like a young Lenny. Tall and athletic, 6'1 and about 180 pounds. Fit from the active lifestyle I lived in college, although the past few months had certainly resulted in a bit of thinning out. Lenny and I shared brown hair, although his is turning a shade of grey. Both sport dark brown eyes with a boyish smile that resulted in dimples on Both sides of the face.

They told me that they were here for something called "Phoenix Rising", some sort of yearly nature festival. Truthfully it didn't sound like my thing, but I made a deal with them. I would come with them if I could stay in their camper. A bed and a warm shower were hard to come by, and it was a good compromise. They happily agreed, and from there we set off, finally arriving here late last night. By the looks of it the festivities were just beginning, and after a day exploring the wooded area, it looked like tonight was the official start of the festival, symbolized by a lighting of fires which attracted me just like a moth to the ceremonial flames. It was time to see what all of Lenny and Rita's talk was about. I was surprised at the feeling of excitement overwhelming me as I joined the group within the circle of a lit torches. 

(Hey, hope you enjoyed my prompt! Looking to create a small adventure out of this with someone:) if you’re interested, please message me with a character setup with background and how they got to the festival, similar to my prompt. As well as a list of kinks and limits.

From there we can discuss some general plot point to guide the story and really create something great! Of course, this is DPP so I except a healthy bit of smut to story ratio, maybe 40/60 or so. Below are some kinks I hope to explore but the list is far from exhaustive and I am very open minded.

Kinks: Public play, exhibitionism, risky sex, Nature sex, group scenes, clothed sex, cum on just about any part of the body, passion, teasing, confident characters

Limits: underage, incest, bathroom play,

Hope to hear from you soon!)