Weekend Getaway

We needed this getaway, and we certainly had reason to celebrate. V and I have been seeing each other for a year! We’ve never taken a vacation together, and being that most travel is frowned upon during this pandemic, we decided to take a little Staycation instead of something more extravagant. We drove an hour north and rented a little cabin on the French Broad River with a hot tub. The adorable hundred year old structure was disassembled and relocated to its current secluded location at the end of a very long dirt road.

We hopped into the hot tub as soon as we arrived, leaving a trail of clothes littering the floor behind us. We spent most of our time soaking in the hot bubbly water, talking and laughing, sipping champagne and taking lots of naughty photos. V has always been an exhibitionist. She loves to be watched in all sorts of capacities, she likes to have her photo taken, she’s even comfortable showing off her naughtiest bits. I may have worn her out this weekend though! By the time we were ready to check out of our romantic little abode, she would roll her eyes at me for suggesting yet another nude photo opportunity.

The truth is, I was inspired. The past few months have drained me creatively, and being with her in such a beautiful setting made the gears in my mind finally start to crank again. I took hundreds of photos over the two days and got well over a dozen blog-worthy shots. As always, she is my muse. Her elegance and grace are so captivating to me, but she is genuine and silly and sweet and that keeps me turning towards her time after time. And, as always, I am inspired by the outdoors and all the surprises it has to offer. Being in the mountains in seclusion allows me to throw caution to the wind, strip off my clothes and go running down a train track naked without a care in the world. I think I love exposing myself to the sky and the trees more than I ever would another human being.

This trip wasn’t all about erotic photography. With little technology to distract us, we got to spend quality time together. We danced in the dark on the front porch, we sang loudly, our voices drowning out the cicadas as they drifted over the dark river water, we ate perfectly grilled steaks and sat cross legged on the porch floor and played with a puzzle. And, of course, we had sex! The sound of the vibrator in my wet cunt bounced off the pitched ceiling of our cabin, squishy and squelching. She made me come so hard I cried, and she held me, laughing sweetly, as I came down from the high she’d given me. When I returned the favor, licking her and fucking her until she screamed out, I left a second wet spot on the covers. All alone in the mountains, there was no one around to hear us.

It was hard to come home and go off on our separate ways after such a lovely time together. She messaged me the next morning saying that reality had hit hard. My response? Let’s figure out where we want to go next!