(X-rated) June 3 2023, Pine Knob Shelter to PA Route 16:
Today was another green tunnel kind of day. There were fields of ferns and rocky sections. My vision seemed bored of the same views. My heart desperately longed to be in the alpine mountains, yet it seemed like having sex on trail was more enjoyable than hiking it. I found it ironic how the main reason I started hiking in the first place was to get over the pattern of craving sex and instead, Spirit had opposite plans for me: to have more sex and to write a book about it, haha!
In the mid afternoon, Voodoo had spotted a cliff that he wanted to take a break on, so we climbed up some jagged rocks and laid out our mats. I swear, he didn’t even have to do anything for me to be all over his cock 24/7. Just him laying there so calm and nonchalant, invitingly displaying his bulge, had me desperate for a taste. I got even more excited when I saw a group of college boys sitting on a log just below us. Figured I’d give them a little show.
So, I mounted Voodoo and teasingly lifted up my shirt while smirking suggestively. Then, I started grinding on him to get him all hard. The boys walked by and spotted me just as I was about to remove his shorts, but they quickly got nervous and turned away. As they continued to hike, they kept looking back to sneak a quick glance at us. Eventually, we fucked, regardless of not having an audience.
Speaking of sex, apparently a sex video of Voodoo and I got leaked on the trail. Apparently, the video was shot at Trail Days. It was shot from a distance and I assumed they got Luxe in the video who happened to be taking a video of us. I got really turned on when I heard about it since now it felt like a triple voyeur experience. Would’ve loved to have seen it, but no one would reveal who it was.
Voodoo ceased to tell me all day that I had a huge hickey on my neck. All the while, I had been talking to random people with a massive brown spot on me, revealing to everyone I was a whore.
We made it to the Mason Dixon Line which was where MD met up with PA. Voodoo tagged his name and artwork with purple marker on the gate and we trekked on to the shelter, calling it a night.
Today was another green tunnel kind of day. There were fields of ferns and rocky sections. My vision seemed bored of the same views. My heart desperately longed to be in the alpine mountains, yet it seemed like having sex on trail was more enjoyable than hiking it. I found it ironic how the main reason I started hiking in the first place was to get over the pattern of craving sex and instead, Spirit had opposite plans for me: to have more sex and to write a book about it, haha!
In the mid afternoon, Voodoo had spotted a cliff that he wanted to take a break on, so we climbed up some jagged rocks and laid out our mats. I swear, he didn’t even have to do anything for me to be all over his cock 24/7. Just him laying there so calm and nonchalant, invitingly displaying his bulge, had me desperate for a taste. I got even more excited when I saw a group of college boys sitting on a log just below us. Figured I’d give them a little show.
So, I mounted Voodoo and teasingly lifted up my shirt while smirking suggestively. Then, I started grinding on him to get him all hard. The boys walked by and spotted me just as I was about to remove his shorts, but they quickly got nervous and turned away. As they continued to hike, they kept looking back to sneak a quick glance at us. Eventually, we fucked, regardless of not having an audience.
Speaking of sex, apparently a sex video of Voodoo and I got leaked on the trail. Apparently, the video was shot at Trail Days. It was shot from a distance and I assumed they got Luxe in the video who happened to be taking a video of us. I got really turned on when I heard about it since now it felt like a triple voyeur experience. Would’ve loved to have seen it, but no one would reveal who it was.
Voodoo ceased to tell me all day that I had a huge hickey on my neck. All the while, I had been talking to random people with a massive brown spot on me, revealing to everyone I was a whore.
We made it to the Mason Dixon Line which was where MD met up with PA. Voodoo tagged his name and artwork with purple marker on the gate and we trekked on to the shelter, calling it a night.
Bahhh. Creative little shits…I bet that’s a fun video, triple voyeurin’ 😂
I know! 🤣 would’ve loved to see it, haha!