We all have that one story of having sex somewhere different. Maybe it was for the thrill or out of necessity; maybe it was in a storage closet or the back of a Mustang (which I don’t particularly recommend). Regardless of the where or the why, sometimes, we need to indulge our desires, satisfy our hunger for the struggle snuggle.
Me? I had sex in a tent.
My husband, an expert camper and Eagle Scout, planned a weekend trip for us to a state park. We packed very minimalistic, only taking what we could each fit in a hiking backpack or carry in our hands. After selecting a campsite and pitching the tent, we spent the day hiking and enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature. Naturally, by the end of the day, we didn’t exactly smell fresh nor did were we dressed to the nines.
Somehow, though, we found ourselves hungry for each other and ready to “do the dirty” in the dirt.
The sleeping bags provided a slight cushion between my back and the rocky, hardened soil. It was extremely hot, and I don’t just mean that the sex was amazing…it was literally quite warm inside the confines of the tent. The tent was small, almost constricting at moments as we engaged in foreplay and attempted several positions.
Somehow, though, the setting left me feeling liberated in comparison to the tight quarters of the 700 sq ft apartment where our intercourse usually took place. The techno sounds of our deejay neighbor, Larry, didn’t exist here, nor did the constant slamming of doors from the breezeway or the shouting of the family on the other side of our bedroom wall. The rhythm of the headboard hitting the wall never came.
Instead of the typical fear of judgement or distraction from my surroundings, I was acutely aware of my partner: the way his skin felt on mine, the sweat beading on his forehead, the pleasure in his eyes. As we continued, the desire to remain quiet melted away, leaving me comfortably expressing myself vocally. For the first time since being sexually active, I found myself free and without inhibition.
It was phenomenal.
After, we were able to enjoy a night of nude spooning filled with fresh air and the music of the woods. I felt a twinge of guilt the next morning as I made the trek to the bathrooms and realized a sweet family camped in close enough proximity to hear my screams of bliss and boisterous requests for a second helping, but that quickly faded as I enjoyed breakfast fireside while being doted on by an extremely satisfied partner.
I was also eternally thankful for the shower when we returned home that afternoon as the one downside to camping is a lack of facilities. If you get the opportunity to have your bones jumped in an unusual or irregular location, give it a go. You may find it is one of the most liberating and exciting times in your relationship, or, if nothing else, you can check it off a bucket list.
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When we were trying to conceive our first child, it was challenging to keep sex fun and spontaneous. I planned a couples camping trip that turned into a “conception moon” for both couples. It didn’t start out that way, but just by being open to the possibilities it turned into a magical week.
My younger brother had just gotten married, and we decided to all go back country for a week.
My sister in law was worried about having her period, so I suggested just skipping the placebo week in her pill pack. That’s how I found out she was using a diaphragm. I tried to explain that she wouldn’t have running water for a week and wouldn’t be able to wash it properly, and condoms would be better. My ears perked up when she laughed and said his idea of using condoms was leaving the box unopened on the nightstand. She admitted that they did not see eye to eye on using birth control.
Well, I could still make sure to schedule the trip for the middle of her cycle? Asking to take a look at the period tracking app in her phone helped a lot.
Whaddya know it just sort of happened that our trip lined up perfectly with her fertile window.
And, somehow, her cute little silicone baby barrier fell out of her bag and ended up in the trash barrel at the trail head. Oops!
Things got really interesting that night. There’s not a lot of privacy camping backcountry so we heard the whole story as she explained very emphatically to my brother about how she couldn’t find her protection and she was at the worst time in her cycle and no way could they have sex . (I think my brother heard best time and not worst!)
I gave my husband a squeeze and whispered that we should help her get in the mood. We gave them a show worthy of a porno while she was trying to convince him that they couldn’t have sex.
Knowing where she was in her cycle and listening to her resistance slip bit by bit as we screwed very loudly just a few feet away was . . . Interesting. She went from “no, we can’t” to “wait, what are you doing” to “no way am I getting pregnant before I start grad school ” to “umph” to “mmmm” to …. It was a huge turn on hearing her slowly but surely have her hormones kick in and get the better of her.
The next morning when she went to pee, we woke him up with our out in the open sex show. When she walked back into camp, he just grabbed her, pulled off the t shirt she had put on, and very enthusiastically continued what they had started last night. She got out only once “wait I might not be pregnant yet” but then her own need kicked in and that was the end of the “discussion.”
In the daylight, we could see her face as she realized he was trying to get her pregnant and then her orgasm hit her hard.
I suggested a zero day (no hiking) that turned into 48 hours of nonstop sex.
We both conceived our first kids that week!