(X-rated) May 19, 2023:
First thing in the morning, I went to get a cup of coffee along with some breakfast.
I began chatting with a group of men when all of a sudden I heard someone yell, “FREYJA,” very sternly as if I was in trouble.
I looked across the street to find it was Voodoo. He was wearing a linen, beige colored Hawaii shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his chest piece. His hair was now bleach blonde from the sun. He sported his look with 70s styled glasses while I wore a lightweight blue bohemian dress, secretly all just for him. A smile slipped across my face.
“VOODOO!” I yelled in happy joy.
I ditched the guys I was with and ran across the street to him. We wrapped our arms around each other and hugged each other tight. Everything went still. Our eyes were closed, my face buried in his neck, his scent intoxicating me yet again. It felt as if we found our missing piece through each other. It felt like home to be in his arms again, as if everything felt right for a second.
We looked into each other’s eyes, as if begging to be kissed, yet both sensing a fear of rejection. My lips longed for his for what felt like a lifetime. We both leaned in and as soon as our lips met, that was the end of it. The addiction for each other intensified and became stronger than ever before.
We grasped at each other as we made out right in the middle of the sidewalk with a bunch of people walking around us, telling us to get a room. He propped me up on the stone ledge behind me and started feeling me up as if no one was there. I felt so grateful to be reunited and to get to feel his lips against mine once more.
I told him how intense it was when I heard he slept with another woman and he quickly corrected me, telling me that he only said that to get me upset. He spoke of how depressed he felt the last few weeks that we didn’t talk and reassured me that really, there was nobody else but me.
We were hooked to each other from that moment on. Glued to the hip. We walked to the river by tent city and walked across it to a nice log just beside the water. He perched me up on it and fucked the shit out of me to get everything out of our systems.
“Nothing compares to you,” he said, “you are my weakness.”
A tear rolled out of the corner of his eye. I could feel the fluctuating tension of our emotions building. I let him know that I felt the same way for him and told him of the tears I shed for him and of the way my mind raced about him night and day. He knew that I fooled around again while we were apart.
“You know that no other girl has done this to me,” he said, “I usually don’t put up with this kind of shit.”
While I was fucking other guys, he was journaling as a way to cope with his thoughts. He shared a few with me, the overall message being confused as to why I said I loved him, then ran off and left. I told him I did truly love him, but to me it was clear that love was the only thing that was real. Simultaneously, if something didn’t feel right, it would be unlikely I would find myself in a situation that felt untrue to me. Certain things I didn’t associate as love and so I went my separate way, because to me, love did not mean tolerating certain behavior. That was why I didn’t understand as to why he was tolerating mine.
We walked towards town, then saw Luxe sprawled out on the grass and so we decided to join him. It quickly turned into a make out sesh with Luxe being our own personal voyeur, along with all the other hikers walking across the bridge. Luxe said he wanted to make it into my blog, even if it meant being the camera man for one of our sex scenes. We both looked at each other with a gleam in our eye as if that would be such a fun idea to play out.
Kilted Cowboy let Voodoo borrow his tent so we walked inside of it and fucked again—this time being restrained by ropes. I felt so grateful he still had them. Afterwards, he whipped out a bunch of paint that he bought in case we wanted to make art on each other.
He went first and picked cooler colors for me. For him, I chose warmer tones that accentuated his owl tattoo along with the fire that burned inside of him. He made sure the view of us painting each other naked was visible enough for people walking by to see.
I displayed my naked chest for him as he dabbled and made strokes of purple, blue, green and a little bit of pink. For him, I dabbled red, orange and yellow droplets as I let the paint drip naturally down his shoulders and chest.
Afterwards, we hopped out of the tent and got half dressed, full of laughter. We splattered some red paint on each other to give the effect of blood—one of our kinks. I felt so wild with him and I felt like he was able to meet me at that level. 700 took some photos of us making out and then we ran off to show off our paint job to the crowd.
We found Luxe and I got to talking about how good Voodoo had fucked me and how badly I wanted to get a video of him pissing down my throat and then fucking me. He nonchalantly said he would love to be our camera man. I was extremely excited that he was on board, however Voodoo felt very thrown off by the idea at first.
I eased him into it and said, “Just pretend like he’s not there.”
So, we went back to the same spot by the river and got into character as Luxe got his camera ready. My eyes were shining with joy that I got to play in a way that resonated with me. I got on my knees and got ready to take Voodoo’s piss in my mouth. My tongue was wet with drool before he even gave it to me, feeling so excited to receive his familiar taste.
He started releasing himself, but quickly turned his back to Luxe. I laughed and told him the whole point of doing a video meant showing his cock. We ended up laughing so much due to how silly we were being and how often we were breaking character. Still, he peed on me, regardless of the soon to be bloopers. I loved the way his piss made the paint on my chest turn into a marble like blend.
Then, Voodoo grew more turned on and opened up to the idea of Luxe taking a sex video of us. Luxe said he would act like a voyeur and go behind some trees, hide between the bushes and record from there. He ran off into the distance and I started going down on Voodoo as he sat back on the log and enjoyed my tongue gliding up and down his shaft. He grew hard in my mouth and then placed me down on the rocks beside the river. I let him fuck me for as long as possible until a rock started going up my spine and we had to take a timeout and switch positions.
Then, he mounted me onto the log and began to fuck me hard and fast. He quickly got in the zone, choking me hard, making me go nearly unconscious. He watched my face turn red as I took him all the way in. Penetrating me balls deep, he slapped my face to divert the pain, then spat on me as if his mouth was a shotgun releasing a bullet. He grabbed me by the hair and thrusted even harder, pounding me ravenously until I grew dizzy. Shortly after, he shot his cum onto my hairy pussy, his cock throbbing red as it pulsated out the last drops of seed.
The video ended by us looking into the camera out of breath as Luxe quickly dropped it onto the rocks, acting as if he just got caught watching us fuck. Best camera man ever. I loved that I had friends who were so open to doing stuff like that with me.
Afterwards, I told Voodoo I wanted to go hangout with my friends and he appeared to get really upset. I knew that he knew I might go run off and fuck other people, which was a very likely possibility. I told him that I didn’t know what would happen, but that a big reason I came to Trail Days was to hang out with the tramily I had formed a bond with last year along with meet new people.
Luxe tried to intervene and calm him down, letting him know it was only my friends, to which Voodoo replied by putting his finger firmly up against his chest, ordering, “You stay out of this!”
Luxe raised his arms signaling he was going to back off while Voodoo stormed off. I got the sense that I was walking on eggshells around him. I went to calm him down as best I could, but still went to visit my friends.
I sat with Botany and Avatar while we chit chatted for a bit. Botany painted my fingernails pale blue while Avatar and I caught up on recent events. I felt so spacey this year. I was in the same environment but everything felt so different. I didn’t feel like myself. It felt as if my freedom was slowly being taken away from me. Of course I knew that wasn’t possible, but it was still showing up in my energy field asking to be paid attention to.
Eventually, I ran into Voodoo again as he was about to blow some fire. While there, I met a hottie named Squirrel. Avatar was obsessed with him and told him he won the generic lottery due to his sculpted body and sharp facial features.
I flirtatiously asked if he would let me run my hands on his body, to which he allowed me that with pleasure. We seemed to have a natural connection right away, finding it easy to flirt back and forth. He told me I was bad and that he heard about my notorious adventures. Then, he mentioned he had a lot of built up energy, due to saving his load for quite some time.
“Mm, good,” I said, “means more cum for me.”
I was trying extremely hard to keep my composure around him, especially because Voodoo was close by. Earlier, he had gotten upset that I let Kilted Cowboy squeeze my nipple for fun. He didn’t enjoy the double standard that I was allowed to do stuff like that, but he wasn’t. I completely understood his point of view, but still, I was inspired towards wanting to take every guy’s cock and being in a cuckolding situation. I knew Voodoo didn’t roll that way whatsoever, so I wasn’t forcing him to change. Instead, I told him to take me as I was or to move on because I wasn’t going to change, either.
Eventually, I had to cut the conversation with Squirrel short since Voodoo came between us and physically swooped me out of Squirrel’s presence. He didn’t have anything to say when he grabbed me, so I knew he was just trying to control the situation.
I went back to my group of friends and met some of my readers, a few of which happened be extremely handsome men. Two of them were duct taped together around the waist as some sort of gag. The other guy was named Gas Monkey, who happened to live very close to me in Chicago, but we never got the chance to meet up.
They asked if I wanted to make out with them, so of course I said yes.
“But, gimme a second,” I said, “I’m midway into eating a peanut butter cracker.”
I swallowed it, then, one by one, I french kissed each guy, swapping saliva while I felt their cocks growing through their pants. I asked Gas Monkey if he wanted a taste, too. He most definitely did. After I was done, I saw a big group of people that just watched the whole scenario unfold and I became so aroused. My pussy throbbed and dilated in my panties. I suggested we have a foursome to which they agreed to. We decided to meet up after they came back from dancing around the bonfire.
I decided to walk over there to check it out for myself, but had a hard time enjoying it as it seemed there was so much fast-like energy occurring. I normally loved dancing around fires, but the energy just felt overwhelming and one full of intoxication from drugs/alcohol, so I felt pretty turned off. Sometimes, I wished to be the only one in places. The only dancer, the only observer and the only receiver.
I ended up running into the girls, Athena and Emery, whom I had met at Standing Bear a while back. We caught up on a few things and I told them how I felt so tired, but felt I needed to satiate my cravings by fucking all these men at Trail Days. I told them the list of people I planned to fuck and they were baffled by how I had the time or energy to take so much cock.
Fuck if I know, I thought to myself.
As I was telling them that, a random girl approached me by the fire, gleaming with excitement. She was clearly drunk.
Her male friend was with her and she yelled at me, “You’re cute!” then pointed to her guy friend and said, “he’s single.”
I knew what she was getting at and I just laughed out loud because I just finished giving my friends a list of all the cock dates I had lined up.
I was about to tell the chick, “Dude, my schedule is full tomorrow.”
I ended up going to bed instead of waiting around. I felt more anxious as the time went on and felt I would rather get some well rested sleep. Regardless, my pussy was immensely sore from taking Voodoo’s big cock again and I didn’t think I would be able to handle three more cocks right at that moment.
First thing in the morning, I went to get a cup of coffee along with some breakfast.
I began chatting with a group of men when all of a sudden I heard someone yell, “FREYJA,” very sternly as if I was in trouble.
I looked across the street to find it was Voodoo. He was wearing a linen, beige colored Hawaii shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his chest piece. His hair was now bleach blonde from the sun. He sported his look with 70s styled glasses while I wore a lightweight blue bohemian dress, secretly all just for him. A smile slipped across my face.
“VOODOO!” I yelled in happy joy.
I ditched the guys I was with and ran across the street to him. We wrapped our arms around each other and hugged each other tight. Everything went still. Our eyes were closed, my face buried in his neck, his scent intoxicating me yet again. It felt as if we found our missing piece through each other. It felt like home to be in his arms again, as if everything felt right for a second.
We looked into each other’s eyes, as if begging to be kissed, yet both sensing a fear of rejection. My lips longed for his for what felt like a lifetime. We both leaned in and as soon as our lips met, that was the end of it. The addiction for each other intensified and became stronger than ever before.
We grasped at each other as we made out right in the middle of the sidewalk with a bunch of people walking around us, telling us to get a room. He propped me up on the stone ledge behind me and started feeling me up as if no one was there. I felt so grateful to be reunited and to get to feel his lips against mine once more.
I told him how intense it was when I heard he slept with another woman and he quickly corrected me, telling me that he only said that to get me upset. He spoke of how depressed he felt the last few weeks that we didn’t talk and reassured me that really, there was nobody else but me.
We were hooked to each other from that moment on. Glued to the hip. We walked to the river by tent city and walked across it to a nice log just beside the water. He perched me up on it and fucked the shit out of me to get everything out of our systems.
“Nothing compares to you,” he said, “you are my weakness.”
A tear rolled out of the corner of his eye. I could feel the fluctuating tension of our emotions building. I let him know that I felt the same way for him and told him of the tears I shed for him and of the way my mind raced about him night and day. He knew that I fooled around again while we were apart.
“You know that no other girl has done this to me,” he said, “I usually don’t put up with this kind of shit.”
While I was fucking other guys, he was journaling as a way to cope with his thoughts. He shared a few with me, the overall message being confused as to why I said I loved him, then ran off and left. I told him I did truly love him, but to me it was clear that love was the only thing that was real. Simultaneously, if something didn’t feel right, it would be unlikely I would find myself in a situation that felt untrue to me. Certain things I didn’t associate as love and so I went my separate way, because to me, love did not mean tolerating certain behavior. That was why I didn’t understand as to why he was tolerating mine.
We walked towards town, then saw Luxe sprawled out on the grass and so we decided to join him. It quickly turned into a make out sesh with Luxe being our own personal voyeur, along with all the other hikers walking across the bridge. Luxe said he wanted to make it into my blog, even if it meant being the camera man for one of our sex scenes. We both looked at each other with a gleam in our eye as if that would be such a fun idea to play out.
Kilted Cowboy let Voodoo borrow his tent so we walked inside of it and fucked again—this time being restrained by ropes. I felt so grateful he still had them. Afterwards, he whipped out a bunch of paint that he bought in case we wanted to make art on each other.
He went first and picked cooler colors for me. For him, I chose warmer tones that accentuated his owl tattoo along with the fire that burned inside of him. He made sure the view of us painting each other naked was visible enough for people walking by to see.
I displayed my naked chest for him as he dabbled and made strokes of purple, blue, green and a little bit of pink. For him, I dabbled red, orange and yellow droplets as I let the paint drip naturally down his shoulders and chest.
Afterwards, we hopped out of the tent and got half dressed, full of laughter. We splattered some red paint on each other to give the effect of blood—one of our kinks. I felt so wild with him and I felt like he was able to meet me at that level. 700 took some photos of us making out and then we ran off to show off our paint job to the crowd.
We found Luxe and I got to talking about how good Voodoo had fucked me and how badly I wanted to get a video of him pissing down my throat and then fucking me. He nonchalantly said he would love to be our camera man. I was extremely excited that he was on board, however Voodoo felt very thrown off by the idea at first.
I eased him into it and said, “Just pretend like he’s not there.”
So, we went back to the same spot by the river and got into character as Luxe got his camera ready. My eyes were shining with joy that I got to play in a way that resonated with me. I got on my knees and got ready to take Voodoo’s piss in my mouth. My tongue was wet with drool before he even gave it to me, feeling so excited to receive his familiar taste.
He started releasing himself, but quickly turned his back to Luxe. I laughed and told him the whole point of doing a video meant showing his cock. We ended up laughing so much due to how silly we were being and how often we were breaking character. Still, he peed on me, regardless of the soon to be bloopers. I loved the way his piss made the paint on my chest turn into a marble like blend.
Then, Voodoo grew more turned on and opened up to the idea of Luxe taking a sex video of us. Luxe said he would act like a voyeur and go behind some trees, hide between the bushes and record from there. He ran off into the distance and I started going down on Voodoo as he sat back on the log and enjoyed my tongue gliding up and down his shaft. He grew hard in my mouth and then placed me down on the rocks beside the river. I let him fuck me for as long as possible until a rock started going up my spine and we had to take a timeout and switch positions.
Then, he mounted me onto the log and began to fuck me hard and fast. He quickly got in the zone, choking me hard, making me go nearly unconscious. He watched my face turn red as I took him all the way in. Penetrating me balls deep, he slapped my face to divert the pain, then spat on me as if his mouth was a shotgun releasing a bullet. He grabbed me by the hair and thrusted even harder, pounding me ravenously until I grew dizzy. Shortly after, he shot his cum onto my hairy pussy, his cock throbbing red as it pulsated out the last drops of seed.
The video ended by us looking into the camera out of breath as Luxe quickly dropped it onto the rocks, acting as if he just got caught watching us fuck. Best camera man ever. I loved that I had friends who were so open to doing stuff like that with me.
Afterwards, I told Voodoo I wanted to go hangout with my friends and he appeared to get really upset. I knew that he knew I might go run off and fuck other people, which was a very likely possibility. I told him that I didn’t know what would happen, but that a big reason I came to Trail Days was to hang out with the tramily I had formed a bond with last year along with meet new people.
Luxe tried to intervene and calm him down, letting him know it was only my friends, to which Voodoo replied by putting his finger firmly up against his chest, ordering, “You stay out of this!”
Luxe raised his arms signaling he was going to back off while Voodoo stormed off. I got the sense that I was walking on eggshells around him. I went to calm him down as best I could, but still went to visit my friends.
I sat with Botany and Avatar while we chit chatted for a bit. Botany painted my fingernails pale blue while Avatar and I caught up on recent events. I felt so spacey this year. I was in the same environment but everything felt so different. I didn’t feel like myself. It felt as if my freedom was slowly being taken away from me. Of course I knew that wasn’t possible, but it was still showing up in my energy field asking to be paid attention to.
Eventually, I ran into Voodoo again as he was about to blow some fire. While there, I met a hottie named Squirrel. Avatar was obsessed with him and told him he won the generic lottery due to his sculpted body and sharp facial features.
I flirtatiously asked if he would let me run my hands on his body, to which he allowed me that with pleasure. We seemed to have a natural connection right away, finding it easy to flirt back and forth. He told me I was bad and that he heard about my notorious adventures. Then, he mentioned he had a lot of built up energy, due to saving his load for quite some time.
“Mm, good,” I said, “means more cum for me.”
I was trying extremely hard to keep my composure around him, especially because Voodoo was close by. Earlier, he had gotten upset that I let Kilted Cowboy squeeze my nipple for fun. He didn’t enjoy the double standard that I was allowed to do stuff like that, but he wasn’t. I completely understood his point of view, but still, I was inspired towards wanting to take every guy’s cock and being in a cuckolding situation. I knew Voodoo didn’t roll that way whatsoever, so I wasn’t forcing him to change. Instead, I told him to take me as I was or to move on because I wasn’t going to change, either.
Eventually, I had to cut the conversation with Squirrel short since Voodoo came between us and physically swooped me out of Squirrel’s presence. He didn’t have anything to say when he grabbed me, so I knew he was just trying to control the situation.
I went back to my group of friends and met some of my readers, a few of which happened be extremely handsome men. Two of them were duct taped together around the waist as some sort of gag. The other guy was named Gas Monkey, who happened to live very close to me in Chicago, but we never got the chance to meet up.
They asked if I wanted to make out with them, so of course I said yes.
“But, gimme a second,” I said, “I’m midway into eating a peanut butter cracker.”
I swallowed it, then, one by one, I french kissed each guy, swapping saliva while I felt their cocks growing through their pants. I asked Gas Monkey if he wanted a taste, too. He most definitely did. After I was done, I saw a big group of people that just watched the whole scenario unfold and I became so aroused. My pussy throbbed and dilated in my panties. I suggested we have a foursome to which they agreed to. We decided to meet up after they came back from dancing around the bonfire.
I decided to walk over there to check it out for myself, but had a hard time enjoying it as it seemed there was so much fast-like energy occurring. I normally loved dancing around fires, but the energy just felt overwhelming and one full of intoxication from drugs/alcohol, so I felt pretty turned off. Sometimes, I wished to be the only one in places. The only dancer, the only observer and the only receiver.
I ended up running into the girls, Athena and Emery, whom I had met at Standing Bear a while back. We caught up on a few things and I told them how I felt so tired, but felt I needed to satiate my cravings by fucking all these men at Trail Days. I told them the list of people I planned to fuck and they were baffled by how I had the time or energy to take so much cock.
Fuck if I know, I thought to myself.
As I was telling them that, a random girl approached me by the fire, gleaming with excitement. She was clearly drunk.
Her male friend was with her and she yelled at me, “You’re cute!” then pointed to her guy friend and said, “he’s single.”
I knew what she was getting at and I just laughed out loud because I just finished giving my friends a list of all the cock dates I had lined up.
I was about to tell the chick, “Dude, my schedule is full tomorrow.”
I ended up going to bed instead of waiting around. I felt more anxious as the time went on and felt I would rather get some well rested sleep. Regardless, my pussy was immensely sore from taking Voodoo’s big cock again and I didn’t think I would be able to handle three more cocks right at that moment.