My Whole Sex Life

May in my neck of the woods means lots and lots of mud. It’s a surer sign of spring than flowers. Flowers are a sign of burgeoning fertility to be sure, but I always get an intense urge to fuck in the mud. I have fantasies about ancient pagan rites of rutting in the fields to make the crops grow stronger, or to ask the Gods to bless our lands. Mud is like the blood of the earth and I want to be wild in it. I want to fuck like animals.

The problem with the Cascade Foothills is that it’s still pretty cold at the beginning of May, but we found a way for me to frolic in the mud anyway. We built a fire in the cabin so I could go and warm up as soon as we were done, and we were quick. We had awesome amazing sex with my back arched and my feet on his shoulders, then we smeared dirt all over and took pictures.

I don’t normally like to get dirty, but something about mud is so intriguing. I didn’t feel naked while covered in blood, I felt armored – tough, primal, and bestial, but also vulnerable. Mud is eternal. Fucking in the mud tends to celebrate the things that I fear about sex:

• It’s messy. I like sloppy sex, but I’m also fastidious about keeping everything clean. With mud, you can’t control the mess. I want to make sure that I feel dirty in a good way.
• I’m exposed. Being naked outdoors is an experience that takes some getting used to. More than that, much like good sex, being covered in mud made me feel like my soul was showing.
• I lose my sense of self. Usually I like letting go, but it can also be alarming. Wearing mud gave me moments of feeling other than human, but I also got to experience some kick-ass mojo.

I feel pretty earthy now. The dirt has certainly thawed and come alive. Spring is well sprung. I feel good with having done my part to quicken the earth, reveling in the May mud.

 

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I wanted something different for our date this week, someplace to get away to. Harold and I have been going through a spate of arguments lately – largely because I’m working through more big emotional things and I’ve been bitchy. It’s been rocky. So I wanted to relax and reconnect with each other in a space that we haven’t been to. I took him to the hourly hot tub place. I’ve been fantasizing about making love there ever since Joel and I went.

It’s a bit of a drive, about 45 minutes, but that’s okay because it gave us a chance to talk. The first hour of our dates are always spent talking anyway. We need the time to get caught up after being apart for a few days. It helps to sync up our energy – make sure that there isn’t anything lurking in our psyches that needs to be addressed. I require a mental health check in order to open up and be truly intimate with my partner. Wild sex requires trust. Talking helps.

The hot tub place is fairly unassuming when you enter, nice, but kind of comfortable. The service was fantastic and the guy at the desk didn’t blink an eye at our camera gear. We got situated in our room – shower, sauna, tub, narrow bed, stereo system. Perfect for boinking. I could just feel my tension melting.

I rinsed off in the shower, the industrial spray hitting my nipples like needles. I sat at the edge of the tub and dipped my toes in. I sat at the edge and ran my vibrator lightly over my clit, through my labia. After a while I eased into the water and luxuriated in the warmth, feeling free and weightless. Harold let me have my space while I eased into my first orgasm, then he joined me in the tub.

We gravitated toward each other, half floating, able to twine around each other in new ways. There is so much comfort in being held skin-to-skin. I love him so much but things have been difficult for the last bit. I’m angry, but not at him. I know that I have been pushing him away, even while I want him to stay close. I needed that time with him in the hot tub. Time to just be together peacefully.

Peaceful quickly became sexual for us. Despite the challenges of fucking under water, he slid into me. We experienced the exquisite joy of movements being simultaneously slowed and amplified by the water. His thrusts were muted, but the motion caused ripples against my flesh. It created new possibilities as we anchored ourselves with our hands and floated. I could have stayed there forever, but natural lubrication doesn’t hold up under water and the silicone lube was across the room.

We took turns going down on each other. I really like oral sex. I especially liked being in the water with Harold’s cock at eye level as he sat on the edge of the tub. It felt both sexy and relaxing. For me it had an edge of power play as well, I think because he was above me, yet sucking cock makes me feel powerful.

We took a break to rehydrate and have a snack. We sat in the sauna for a while, sweat pouring down our faces and bodies. We went out to the bed. I poured lube in my hands and started on Harold’s cock, lavishing lots of stroking and repetitive motion, really getting into the feel of it. Hand jobs can be so meditative. Then I laid him down and rode him til I came.

I went back for a few last minutes in the hot tub before showering off, all of my limbs feeling loose and my heart bursting with love. The hot tub was continuously filling up and spilling over, like my emotions have been lately. It occurred to me that maybe it was for the same reasons – basic hygiene. Keeping everything flowing makes sure that the system stays clean.

 

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I’m feeling Spring in my body. This morning I went for a 4 mile walk. It was brisk, but I could see signs of returning life all along the trail – lush moss, tiny flower buds emerging, pale green leaves bravely opening to the light rain. It was still fairly early in the morning and the air itself seemed full of promise. That’s Spring – a promise of things to come. Life ready to explode into action. In other words, Spring is all about sex.

I feel Spring physically. For the past week my pussy has been wet all of the time. I’m ready for all of these things that are coming. This morning I felt so good that I took my clothes off and spent some time naked on the trail. It was magical. I still feel fresh and renewed. Almost like there is some secret to the morning that you can only feel with your flesh.

It didn’t end there though. I came home and Joel did his best to warm my chilled ass cheeks. One thing led to another and we ended up fucking in the shower, warm mist swirling around us. A hard man is good to find, but it was the shower head and some intense nipple stimulation that made me come. I feel full of love.

Not everything about Spring is good. All the pollen from the trees having sex is wreaking havoc with Joel’s allergies. Some days he can barely open his eyes. I’ve been having a struggle with depression and anxiety, but getting out this morning is helping me to feel more hope. And that’s what Spring is about for me – the hope of a brighter future, the power of life as manifested through sex, and knowing that everything is getting ready to change.

Happy Spring everyone!

 

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It doesn’t snow in Seattle very often, so when it does, everything stops. Right now we have about a foot of snow. It turns everything magically beautiful. I love the snow. I like walking in the cold expanses of white, as though I am the first person in the world to tread there. I like the soft silence of snow falling and when a branch dumps it’s snowy load all at once in a cloud of white. I even like being naked in the snow, with my nipples hard and my skin alive with the touch of snowflakes. Snow days are a time for inner work, playing outside, drinking tea, and getting cozy with the ones you love.

Today Harold and I walked out into the woods to his cabin. We built a roaring fire and curled up to talk out all of the things going on in our lives. When it was nice and toasty, I slipped out of my clothes and ran around in the forest in only my boots. It makes me so happy. I feel really alive. It’s simultaneously like being in a fairy tale and experiencing intense sensual delight (but better than Anne Rice could tell it). This is the childlike wonder that I approach sex with.

And we did have sex. We went back to the cabin and warmed my chilled flesh. Harold wrapped his arms around me. His scent, that smell that is unique to him, filled me with desire. It’s just goes straight to my animal brain and I think, I know this man. I want him. I simply wanted to come right away. I asked him to use his mouth and his fingers, and later a few toys, to bring me to climax. As I orgasmed, I looked out the window at the gorgeous wintery weather, with the snow falling down. I felt more peaceful than I have in a long time. Then I looked in Harold’s eyes and took in all of the love I saw there. It makes me smile.

For days, I’ve been fantasizing about all of the wicked things I wanted to do to Harold. The snow gives the illusion that we have all the time in the world. We were insulated from the rest of the world – two children in a magical clubhouse. I suspended his balls from the ceiling and did wicked things to them. Amazingly enough, one of our leather wrist restraints fits perfectly around his scrotum! I attached clamps to his nipples and stuck things in his ass. Fellatio is one of my favorite things, so I spent extra time sucking his cock.

Then we reached that moment of decision. The point at which we lament he has but one orgasm to give at this juncture and we must debate the best method for him to spend it. I want him to jizz all over my face, but that didn’t seem quite as nice as both of us coming together. Love tends to win out big time. I just wanted to be as spiritually deep inside him as I could get, so I sat on top of him. I adore the feeling when his cock first fully slides into me. It’s amazing. I always have an “oh, there you are” kind of moment, like my body has been incomplete without him.

I twine my fingers into to his and begin to rock back and forth. His cock is rubbing against my g-spot. I alternate between gazing into his eyes and rolling my head back in ecstasy. I tend to lose my sense of self and just melt into him. Then I feel heat build all over my body. And I come. As soon as I start to orgasm, he is right there with me. We both scream and laugh and cry and hold each other. Today was like that.

I kept him inside me while I held him and cried. I do this sometimes. When I open up, things come out. Today I was just so relieved to feel how much Harold loves me. I think the snow can feel isolating as well.

We lay for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the sweat dried from our bodies and the snow glittered outside. Eventually, Harold coaxed another sweet orgasm from my cunt. I think each one gets better as we play longer. After, I really had to pee

I’m no stranger to peeing outside. I’m very proud at how adept I’ve gotten. Harold is quite delighted at how he’s corrupted me into being a wild grrrl who will squat in the dirt. But today it was snow and I didn’t want to squat down in a foot of snow. So I peed standing up! I’ve never done that before. It’s very satisfying. I’m not up to writing my name in the snow yet, but look out!

The fire was dying down and our time was running out. We put our clothes back on, gathered up our things, and set off back to civilization. The snow crunched under every step and we walked with all the magic of a snow day in our hearts. And satisfied smiles on our lips.

I’m floating in warm water, my limbs entwined in his. Above us are tree limbs and blue sky. Nearby the river cascades past with lots of spray and froth. The rushing noise it makes is a soothing soundtrack. His fingers glide across my bare flesh, covertly ending at my nipples. My desire ratchets up a notch. I look into his eyes, knowing that he sees my reaction to his touch. We’re hardly aware of the man next to us in the hot springs, but the intensity of our connection must make him uncomfortable because he gets out.

We let the hot springs relax us. We massage the knots out of each other’s shoulders. We talk and kiss, making love in a slow, unfocused manner. I want him in a way that reaches through my cunt, through my feet, deep into the rock of the cave we are in, as though we are making love for the earth itself. In full view of everyone at the hot springs, but not making a big deal of it, I knead his balls with my foot. I progress to rubbing his cock between my toes. Then I am leaning against him, caressing his dick with one hand while I bend over in front of him. He traces the lines of my vulva, feeling how slick I am there. I know that the caretaker is right behind us. The thought of him watching us turns me on even more. He politely moves past us.

I am getting off on how much we can do to each other with people all around. They can’t really tell what we are doing. We are quiet, but totally absorbed in each other. I suck at his lips and tongue, wanting his cock. He seems to understand because he suggests that I sit on the ledge so he can lick my pussy, but it feels too blatant. We talk some more and unwind some more. I’m thinking of going off into the woods to fuck. I want to be bent over and boned hard. I want his fingers to dig into my hips and my breasts to slap against my face. But it’s really cold. Finally all the other guests get ready to leave.

I am fantasizing about how we will have sex, when another woman shows up. She’s obviously in her own world, unconcerned with us. I think that we might go to the back of the cave to fuck, but he is too hot. We move down to a cooler pool. I am at that place beyond teasing that quickly becomes totally frustrated. I am near tears with wanting. It feels like I will never again have an orgasm. I float on my stomach next to him, while he rubs my clit. It feels amazing. I don’t come, but I am greatly reassured. I love him so much.

We move to a slightly warmer pool. I tell him to keep a look out and I put my head in his lap. I squeeze his balls and suck his cock. I so enjoy the sounds that he makes and the looks on his face that I manage to see. The warm water cradles us both as he stiffens in my mouth. His fingers reach around my ass to get to my slippery cunt. The danger of someone seeing us excites me. The strange woman is still in the cave.

We go down to the lower pool. He insists on pulling my pussy over to him so he can lick it. Seeing my thatch in his face looks beautiful and I wish I had my camera, but I’m not about to stop him. The other guest gets out for a moment then goes back up. We stop for that, but then I’m serious about fucking.

We come together in the water. Somehow I end up on top. The moment that he enters me is sheer bliss. I have been aching for this. I tighten all of my vaginal muscles to let him know I care. We move back and forth in the water, where movement is muted. The woman coughs loudly several times as though to tell us that she can see us, but I don’t care. It’s not obvious that we are having intercourse anyway. We are holding each other’s faces as we revel in the sensation and connection. I am in love, love, love.

And then the lubrication gives out. It still feels fantastic, but I can tell that it’s starting to chafe. It’s not worth going on. Fucking in the water is often problematic. We stop moving (mostly), but he stays inside me. It’s glorious. It feels like the center of everything.

Sadly, we need to go. I briefly consider the cabana, but we need to make our way back to civilization. Perhaps we can fuck in the car. Regardless, I am feeling relaxed and recharged. I look forward to the orgasms that are sure to come.

I’m going to a holiday gathering with a gift exchange today, where we are encouraged to make our gifts. This year I decided to share several of my passions by making a compilation of my favorite songs to strip to. I started with a list of about 50 songs from a bunch of genres and slowly narrowed it down to 80 minutes worth of bump and grind. My musical tastes and age certainly show in my choices, but I tried for some variety. My final selections tend to reflect sexy content and a beat suitable for taking it off and getting it on. Of course, I had to include a few classics!

I’m sharing my playlist in the hopes that some of you will feel inspired to gift that special someone with a sexy striptease for the holidays! It’s very empowering to get into your erotic energy and perform for a lover. A few hints: Dress in layers with things that are easy to remove – buttons and zippers can both be sexy to undo. Remember to wear smokin’ hot undies. And have some sensuous fun…

Ms. Evoë’s Songs to Strip to

1. Buttons/The Pussycat Dolls
2. Bread & Butter/Hugo
3. Lick/Joi
4. Come On Closer/Jem
5. Take It Off/Ke$ha
6. Everybody Knows/Leonard Cohen
7. Howlin’ for You/The Black Keys
8. Nasty Naughty Boy/Christina Aguilera
9. Tonight (I’m Fuckin’ You)/Enrique Iglesias [feat. Ludacris & DJ Frank E]
10. Feeling Good/Michael Bublé
11. I’m too Sexy/Right Said Fred
12. Let Me Be Your Underwear/Club 69
13. Bad Things (Club Mix)/Jace Everett
14. SexyBack/Justin Timberlake [feat. Timbaland]
15. You Know I’m No Good/Amy Winehouse
16. Darling Nikki/Prince
17. Me and You (Remix)/Miss Cassie [Feat. Elephant Man]
18. Glory Box/Portishead
19. All She Wants to Do Is Dance/Don Henley

An element of danger can be a powerful aphrodisiac.

Yesterday Harold and I wanted to test out some products for review. When we got to his house, there were firemen wanting to go out to the edge of his lookout to see if they could spot smoke from a reported fire. They weren’t able to see anything. Harold and I went down to his cabin with all of our gear. Helicopters started circling overhead, presumably also looking for the fire (or were they after us?). We walked naked through the woods, trying to figure out what the helicopters were doing and hoping to catch sight of smoke ourselves.

We couldn’t see anything or even smell smoke, so we went back to the cabin. The thrumming helicopter noise ceased after a bit. For some reason, I felt incredibly turned on. I really wanted to throw myself into fucking – I wanted all of my holes filled, my body handled roughly, my senses overwhelmed. I wanted to consume Harold – take him all in, cover him in me, hurt him in all the ways he likes, dominate him with my kiss. Outside the cabin was the potential for danger. Inside the cabin was a pure, raw need to confirm that we were alive. Sex is a confirmation of the joy of being embodied. This is why so many babies are conceived during disasters.

I started using a vibrator on myself. Harold soon came to help, slipping his fingers inside my cunt and twisting my nipples. I was right on the edge of coming, but not quite there. I asked him to fill me with chain, which he did with the help of a lot of lube. It’s an amazing feeling, the weight of all that chain, the way it slides around. I came before he quite got to the end, Harold’s finger in my ass. We left the chain in place for a while. I focused on Harold’s cock and balls. As part of some research I’m doing for a potential feature for the blog, I filled a toilet paper tube with lube and slid it over Harold’s erection. It was obvious that he liked it, but it was not entirely satisfactory.

I tossed the cardboard tube on the floor and used my hand instead, sliding my hand up and down in the lube, paying special attention to the head and frenulum. He had me go very, very slowly when I really wanted to pump like mad. From there I moved to ass play. I stuck one finger in his asshole, then two. I rubbed his prostate and his cock at the same time. He moaned and panted, making me feel powerful. I got my strap-on and slid into him, his knees hooked over my shoulders. I love this moment in our play, when I am buried deep in his ass and I’m looking into his eyes and I gather him to me and we kiss. I felt so incredibly close to him. There is so much love between us.

Sometimes I physically orgasm from fucking Harold anally. Yesterday was not one of those times, but I did come energetically, twice. The energy built up as we were fucking and I reached a point where I could totally feel myself shooting a load into him. I felt completely the boy. It’s lovely.

We cleaned up a bit from the anal play. Sad to say, I used Windex on my hands. It’s great with lube. I wanted to make love at this point, but it didn’t feel quite right. We snuggled and talked for a while. We went back out into the forest to see what was going on because the helicopters had started up again. We talked more. We decided to go back and make love.

Harold started off with an amazing oral sex session, licking and sucking and pressing against my g-spot with his fingers until I came hard. Then we traded places and I applied my mouth to his cock and my hands to squeezing his balls. When I knew that he was close to orgasm, I moved up to kiss him and guide his cock into me. It felt incredible. I could tell that we were both moments away from orgasm. I made Harold change positions so that he was behind me, doggy-style. I like being fucked like this because it’s so rough and primal. I like to feel him thrust inside me so deeply. I came and he followed, bellowing and grunting. I totally love it.

After, we lay in each other’s arms, gasping for breath and full of love. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, shit, jism, and faint traces of smoke. It wasn’t at all unpleasant. There’s a particular satisfaction to having been well and thoroughly fucked. But our time was up. We packed up our things to go back up the hill. I debated walking naked, but ultimately decided to wear clothes. Which was good, because when we got back to the house, more firefighters were waiting, wanting to cut through to the fire – evidently an abandoned structure that had caught fire. At this point we could taste the smoke on the air.

They did take care of the fire. It would have been disastrous for us if they hadn’t been able to track down the fire and put it out. So I’m thankful to the Fire Department and the Sheriff’s helicopter for doing such a great job. I wouldn’t wish for fires so near, but I will say that the threat of danger did amazing things for my sex yesterday.

Back in May, Harold and I volunteered to be models for an erotic photography workshop. They were looking for a couple who would be comfortable having sex in front of a room full of people, while being photographed. The instructor and professional photographer was David Steinberg. Sure, no problem, right?

Actually, it was okay. There were about 30 people in the room, but I just created a bubble for me and Harold to exist in. At first I was slightly aware of flashing my pussy at people and David and his camera being in our space. By then I had built up trust with David. We had talked on the phone a couple of times and met in person for a while before the day of the workshop. He seemed unassuming, thoughtful, warm, interested, professional, and playful. I liked David instantly upon meeting him, so I felt good about letting him be in our bubble for the workshop. After a few minutes of making love, I didn’t notice David or anyone other than Harold.

It was fun. Some part of me did know that people were watching, but rather than feeling like I had to perform, I let their energy fuel my sex. Yes, I am an exhibitionist. No, it wasn’t exactly like the ways we make love when we’re alone. For one thing, we tend to talk a lot more. I think it would have been better to have had loud music playing. It would have given me enough of a cover of privacy to feel more intimate with Harold. But it was still incredibly hot fucking on display.

I learned a lot and I met several cool people. David’s workshop on erotic couples photography was great. David’s philosophy about people and sex is very similar to mine – catching people when they are authentically in a sexual space is very sexy and endlessly interesting. No matter what people’s bodies look like or how old they are, I find images of real people who are turned on and in love to be hotter than traditional porn. Real sex is riveting. I hope I’m doing my part to further that cause.

A few days later, David came out to Harold’s house and shot us again. This time it was just the two of us in our natural habitat, the way that David usually works. Our energy was more relaxed. I had just had surgery and the Seattle Art Festival weekend had worn me out. If I remember correctly, I had some emotional stuff up as well, but Harold and I are just good together. We did some CBT and bondage, a lot of oral sex, and a bit of fucking. We’re into each other and it shows.

David gave us proofs of both shoots. I’ve spent hours pouring over them. I think they are amazing. I love David’s perspective – his way of being in just the right place and capturing an authentic moment. I have my favorite 30 pics to share with you. You should know that I’ve cropped some of them and the two that are sepia toned were originally color that David forgot he had in his camera. Any mistakes there are mine.

I hope that you enjoy this glimpse into our intimacy. (It’s worth it to make Cool Iris full screen to browse the photos!)

These photos are so authentic, so real. I look at them and think about how much I love it when Harold looks at me like that or kisses me just so. I know what my body looks like, but I am amazed at how beautiful I look in spirit – like I’m actually inhabiting my body. I think that’s more true for the workshop than at home. I was higher energy. What surprised me was the number of images, from both shoots, in which I am touching Harold’s face in some way. I didn’t know that I did that!

I want to tell you which photos are my favorites, but I start picking them all. I’m so glad that we had a chance to work with David. Now we have this photo story of where and who we are as a couple right now. And it gave us a chance to get to know David. He’s a great guy. I consider him a friend. Although I don’t know him very well, we have been intimate together. Harold and I opened up to David and let him record our private selves. And he respected that in every way. Thank you, David Steinberg, for a beautiful experience and such beautiful photos.

David is always looking for couples to shoot. He doesn’t charge a fee, as long as he can use your photos for art shows and magazine publication. He gave us proof copies of all of our photos and digital copies. If you think you might be interested in experiencing an erotic photo shoot with David, here is his contact information:

David Steinberg
www.davidsteinberg.us
eronat2@gmail.com
415-674-1618
831-234-1073 (cell)

Paradise is a place on earth and it’s called Goldmyer Hot Springs. Harold and I just went, along with my 14-year-old daughter. The only way to get there is to hike in 4.5 miles with everything you need in a backpack. Once you get to Goldmyer, it’s a mile-long uphill trek to the hot springs – a series of shallow pools facing a gorgeous and energetic waterfall. Old-growth forest, lush greenery, and an abundance of wildlife surround you. And many of the people there are naked.

It really is my idea of heaven. I like the challenge of packing for the trip. Weight matters, but you want to have everything you will need. I enjoy pushing myself to do the hike with my pack. The last time Harold and I went, it was a 10 mile hike each way, so this trip seemed easy. Setting up a tidy camp pleases me. It’s amazing how our cozy camp home emerged out of our bags. Then we headed for the hot springs, feeling light as air without our packs.

I joyfully stripped out of my clothes and found a spot in the cooler pool. There were more people at Goldmyer than I have ever seen before. Fourth of July weekend is busy. Clothing is optional, so nudity is accepted. I love being naked in nature, so I’m curious why people choose to wear swimsuits. I do understand body issues coming up. For me, I’ve lost 28 pounds in the past 5 months and my body is at a weird place. Places where I used to be rounded are now flabby. I haven’t lost weight uniformly. I feel blobby and the pictures we took make me look worse than I feel. I usually feel great in my body. Why doesn’t my body look as sexy as I feel? Why are my stretch marks so prominent?

You know what? I didn’t care about any of those things when I got into the hot springs.

I know that everyone there was checking me out. I was looking at everyone else, swimsuit or no. For the first few minutes, I couldn’t help but look at all the other bodies. I like bodies. Everyone there looked beautiful to me. But after a bit, I stopped noticing that people were naked. It just didn’t matter. I hope that people looked at my body favorably, that my spirit fills my body with beauty, but it doesn’t really matter. I had the experience that I wanted, naked and at peace with my surroundings.

Harold and I had a few moments alone in the pools. We stretched out, me on top of him, our mouths locked. Goldmyer is where we decided to make commitments to each other and where we went for our honeymoon. It’s a magical place, full of memories of our love for each other. The romance means a lot to me. And yes, we did make love. We even spontaneously starting fucking at dawn one morning when Harold climbed into my sleeping bag. Goldmyer cleanses my soul. I begin to remember how to relax. I recharge my batteries. I remember to be in love.

It seems very silent now, to be home, without the rushing river, the pools emptying into each other, or the drops of water falling from the rock face overhead as it condenses. I miss it, yet I am happy. I feel clean and refreshed. I know that I’ll be back at Goldmyer next month, this time with our other partners, Harold with Melanie and me with Joel. I look forward to sharing the love.

It’s nearly Midsummer, or the Summer Solstice, the longest day and shortest night of the year. It’s supposedly when the fairies come out to play, so we decided to throw our own Midsummer Night’s Dream Fey Revel. We became the fairies ourselves, dark or fair, as our natures called to us. Because we are wild, we both dressed up and went naked. (Seattle has a tradition of this!) Because we love each other we helped decorate each other’s bodies.

We danced out under the trees, with only firelight and moonlight to guide us. We were fierce and gentle, free and tamed, sexy and chaste, fearless and shy. We kissed, hugged, and groped. We ate and drank. And we danced all through the night…

Happy Solstice to you all…