(X-rated) March 30 2023, Spring Mountain Shelter to Jerry’s Cabin Shelter:
Woke up to several kisses from Voodoo as he let me know how much he loved waking up next to me. I felt in a state of euphoria being held by him. What a gift it was to know I was deeply loved and cherished.
We started our early morning walk and saw a sign on a tree that pointed to some trail magic. We walked down a moss gravel road to land at the steps of a wooden porch that surrounded a cabin-styled house. A lovely property which overlooked an untouched forest with white-tailed deer running wild. We received some fresh homemade cookies made by Southern Cookie Lady, then refilled our bottles with ice cold water and even got to throw our trash out (every hiker’s dream)!
After we ate and hydrated ourselves, we continued our walk up the mountain. We rock hopped for several miles and eventually hit mile marker 300, so we celebrated with a silly photo!
On our way down, there was a large blowdown directly on the trail. Voodoo and I looked at each other in sync—suggesting with raised eyebrows that it was the perfect tree to get tied up on. We took off our packs and I stood in front of him, patiently waiting for him to tell me what to do.
“Raise your hands,” he commanded.
He took the bulky black rope and threw it over the tree, mimicking a bear hang. He had me stand on my tippy toes as he tied up my wrists—said he wanted me to be nearly hanging.
Once my wrists were tied tight, he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts. Then, he took the green rope and formed a triangular pattern on my sternum for a center hold. He looped the rope through, locking it from various angles, then wrapped it over and around my breasts. He brought it up over my shoulders, down and around my back, then wrapped it around my torso as he finished it off by spiraling the rope around my thighs.
I said, “Baby, my hands are going numb.”
“Mm, I bet,” he dismissed.
His rock hard cock seemed it was about to rip through his pants. He removed my shorts, picked me up and placed me on the fallen tree. We looked around to see if anyone was nearby… he piled some spit on his fingers and rubbed it on the tip of his cock… slipping himself in. I moaned as I received the entirety of his thickness. The bark rubbing against my spine as he thrusted deeply into me… my head fell back as I moaned from an orgasmic wave of energy.
I kept slipping off the tree, so he lifted me off and untied my wrists. Then, he formed a leash around my torso. Fully exposed, he walked me on the trail, down a slanted hill and into the wooded sanctuary.
We found a little dirt bed in the ground, so he laid me down to finish what he started. We were on a very steep slant and it was a very tight fit which made it very difficult to maneuver in. We were also very dehydrated so overall it wasn’t that enjoyable. We ended up laughing a lot as we kept changing positions only to find it just wasn’t working. After about half an hour of failed attempts, we decided the sex was simply put, terrible, on both ends. So, we accepted our fate and he walked me back on the leash. We packed our things and continued towards the shelter.
He looked at me and said, “I’m really glad I met you.”
I smiled.
Catching my melancholy vibe, he said, “I mean it. I’m really glad you came into my life.” Then, flirtatiously, he touched my nose and gave me a hug.
We made it to Jerry’s Cabin Shelter and I watched as Voodoo took a hit from his cigarette. I watched the plumpness of his lips as he released the smoke, or as I would like to call it: aphrodisiac fumes.
He conveyed so much sex appeal… as if his every movement had me throbbing lustfully. Just by him looking into my eyes, he knew he had me under his spell… he knew I would do anything for him. I was soaking wet and ready for his rod. I pulled him close, begging to taste him before the scent faded. He turned his head to release the smoke once again, then stuck his tongue down my throat.
Still bright outside—and me impatient and unable to wait any longer—I pleaded in desperation to feel the depths of him in my yoni. Everyone decided to sleep in their tent instead of the shelter—figured they were picking up on the vibe that Voodoo was about to fuck the living brains out of me.
He gripped my neck and pushed me down onto the hardwood floor. He mounted me and immediately gave me what I so desperately yearned for—his thick, delicious, satiating cock. Fucking me hard, he made up for what I didn’t receive earlier. He hit my g-spot, in return covering my pussy lips with squirt juices. I moaned loudly, nearly on the verge of screaming—he covered my mouth and demanded I “shut the fuck up.”
Eventually, I started laughing at how loud all of our gear was—even contemplated about making a quiet gear line for the purpose of fucking in shelters. It was also quite humorous because Voodoo’s sleeping bag kept slipping off mid-penetration, causing his ass to become completely exposed.
Woke up to several kisses from Voodoo as he let me know how much he loved waking up next to me. I felt in a state of euphoria being held by him. What a gift it was to know I was deeply loved and cherished.
We started our early morning walk and saw a sign on a tree that pointed to some trail magic. We walked down a moss gravel road to land at the steps of a wooden porch that surrounded a cabin-styled house. A lovely property which overlooked an untouched forest with white-tailed deer running wild. We received some fresh homemade cookies made by Southern Cookie Lady, then refilled our bottles with ice cold water and even got to throw our trash out (every hiker’s dream)!
After we ate and hydrated ourselves, we continued our walk up the mountain. We rock hopped for several miles and eventually hit mile marker 300, so we celebrated with a silly photo!
On our way down, there was a large blowdown directly on the trail. Voodoo and I looked at each other in sync—suggesting with raised eyebrows that it was the perfect tree to get tied up on. We took off our packs and I stood in front of him, patiently waiting for him to tell me what to do.
“Raise your hands,” he commanded.
He took the bulky black rope and threw it over the tree, mimicking a bear hang. He had me stand on my tippy toes as he tied up my wrists—said he wanted me to be nearly hanging.
Once my wrists were tied tight, he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts. Then, he took the green rope and formed a triangular pattern on my sternum for a center hold. He looped the rope through, locking it from various angles, then wrapped it over and around my breasts. He brought it up over my shoulders, down and around my back, then wrapped it around my torso as he finished it off by spiraling the rope around my thighs.
I said, “Baby, my hands are going numb.”
“Mm, I bet,” he dismissed.
His rock hard cock seemed it was about to rip through his pants. He removed my shorts, picked me up and placed me on the fallen tree. We looked around to see if anyone was nearby… he piled some spit on his fingers and rubbed it on the tip of his cock… slipping himself in. I moaned as I received the entirety of his thickness. The bark rubbing against my spine as he thrusted deeply into me… my head fell back as I moaned from an orgasmic wave of energy.
I kept slipping off the tree, so he lifted me off and untied my wrists. Then, he formed a leash around my torso. Fully exposed, he walked me on the trail, down a slanted hill and into the wooded sanctuary.
We found a little dirt bed in the ground, so he laid me down to finish what he started. We were on a very steep slant and it was a very tight fit which made it very difficult to maneuver in. We were also very dehydrated so overall it wasn’t that enjoyable. We ended up laughing a lot as we kept changing positions only to find it just wasn’t working. After about half an hour of failed attempts, we decided the sex was simply put, terrible, on both ends. So, we accepted our fate and he walked me back on the leash. We packed our things and continued towards the shelter.
He looked at me and said, “I’m really glad I met you.”
I smiled.
Catching my melancholy vibe, he said, “I mean it. I’m really glad you came into my life.” Then, flirtatiously, he touched my nose and gave me a hug.
We made it to Jerry’s Cabin Shelter and I watched as Voodoo took a hit from his cigarette. I watched the plumpness of his lips as he released the smoke, or as I would like to call it: aphrodisiac fumes.
He conveyed so much sex appeal… as if his every movement had me throbbing lustfully. Just by him looking into my eyes, he knew he had me under his spell… he knew I would do anything for him. I was soaking wet and ready for his rod. I pulled him close, begging to taste him before the scent faded. He turned his head to release the smoke once again, then stuck his tongue down my throat.
Still bright outside—and me impatient and unable to wait any longer—I pleaded in desperation to feel the depths of him in my yoni. Everyone decided to sleep in their tent instead of the shelter—figured they were picking up on the vibe that Voodoo was about to fuck the living brains out of me.
He gripped my neck and pushed me down onto the hardwood floor. He mounted me and immediately gave me what I so desperately yearned for—his thick, delicious, satiating cock. Fucking me hard, he made up for what I didn’t receive earlier. He hit my g-spot, in return covering my pussy lips with squirt juices. I moaned loudly, nearly on the verge of screaming—he covered my mouth and demanded I “shut the fuck up.”
Eventually, I started laughing at how loud all of our gear was—even contemplated about making a quiet gear line for the purpose of fucking in shelters. It was also quite humorous because Voodoo’s sleeping bag kept slipping off mid-penetration, causing his ass to become completely exposed.
