We explore. We travel, we experiment, we taste, we wander. We’ve always been adventurous and curious, and that has led us to many different places, allowed us to meet many amazing people, and it has broadened our minds and our outlook on life. And there’s so much more out there for us to experience!
When we first started dating, we explored the Southern city by the sea and all of the nooks and crannies that an old American city has to offer. Dark hidden histories, decrepit graveyards and wobbly cobblestone streets navigated with cocktail in hand, liquor sloshing over the sides. Tidal coastlines are vast and ever changing and provide miles of winding undiscovered pathways to paddle through, secret spots to pull into for a quick blowjob in the kayak. A deserted island made a great campsite where naked cartwheels turned into furious sex against a palm tree, fingers digging into the rough bark, and a bed of soft sand to snuggle into afterwards. We explored each other’s bodies, tracing our hands and mouths into unknown territory, finding undiscovered spots that illicit cries and twitches. We learned each other.
Then we wanted to get married, but a normal wedding just wouldn’t do. We flew almost 3,000 miles across the country to the West Coast and got married in a doughnut shop by a man in a panda suit while people were getting the morning coffee and sugar fix. We explored the entire city on foot, wandering into rooftop bars with views of mountains, gardens filled with roses, a sweaty burrito joint where you had to walk through a seedy strip club in order to find the bathroom. The burritos were amazing. We flew another 4,000 miles to Costa Rica for our honeymoon. We didn’t relax on the beach sipping umbrella drinks though. We rented a 4×4 and explored the jungles and mountains, finding toothpaste colored waterfalls, getting chased by one extremely venomous snake and a very angry cow, and discovering the beauty of different cultures and people. We also began to discover ourselves as a married unit, finding that it’s not so different than before but completely different at the same time.
We explored our options, finding that the city by the sea no longer fit our idea of perfection. We packed up and left, quite suddenly and with not much of a plan, leaving our family and friends and our first home together, and we moved north to the mountains. The smells were so different, the air was clean and crisp, you could breath in without feeling like you were drowning in humidity. The colors were brighter, so green and new in the spring, open blue skies in the summer, the brightest of orange, yellow and red in the fall, and a grim grey dusted in snowy white in the winter. We explored the surrounding wilderness, endless trails leading to crystal green waterfalls cascading over giant lichen covered rocks, blooming wildflowers and soft squishy moss beds that smell like fresh dirt. We found secret places untouched my humankind where he bent me over a smooth boulder and fucked me slowly, my moans drowned out by the sound of the rushing water, the only witnesses to our joining were birds and small jumping fish. We can walk out our back door and get lost exploring the hundreds of thousands of acres of wild forest filled with small tittering creatures that sound like giants as they skitter across the fallen leaves. Here, we found what it is to be happy and content.
We’ve traveled over seas to Ireland, where we drove miles upon miles to find hidden castles, haunted manors long since abandoned, graveyards littered with cracked stones, the names now faded with time, hidden beaches with sand the color of gemstones, a treasure chest nestled against the crashing sea. We explored the cobbled cities in search of the perfect Irish whiskey, silently planning to spend the rest of our lives on this important quest. We explored Iceland and its many geological wonders, an inexplicable alien landscape, a country of contrasts. Green then icy, cold then hot, land flat as a table top suddenly and dramatically disturbed by gigantic mountains that have ripped through the surface. We wandered for hours through pastures filled with tiny horses to find the farmhouse where he tied me to a chair blindfolded, fingers bound and spread, orgasm imminent. We explored the edges of our own patience when our luggage was lost for five days, with only the clothes on our backs (and thankfully my face cream) we learned that we really only need each other.
We have now begun to explore our limits. Where can we take each other, how far can we push ourselves, how much pain is pleasure, how can the binds that he wraps around my body bring us closer together? We are still at the beginning of this journey and we have a long way to go before we have opened every door and had a peek inside, but that’s part of the beauty of discovery. We can only make the most each day that we get in our exploration of life, and as long as we keep holding hands, we will be alright.