Home to the Mountains

That cheating bastard! I've been lookig forward to this caming trip with my boyfriend, Stephen, for months. Months! He had been promising me a weekend away in the mountains to reconnect and unwind. So, when his phone goes off, I'm a bit annoyed. We were supposed to unplug. I left my phone in the car, but Stephen insisted on bringing his in case of an emergency. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, I see he had other plans. As I sit here in the tent, while he's gathering firewood, I'm wondering when I became so gullible. Stephen has been cheating on me. For a while now, judging by how far back these texts with Roxy go. The most recent? Roxy: How boring is the family caming trip? I can spice it up for you. Attached is a photo of her tits. I'm not so pissed off that I can't admit she has a nice rack, but I am a bit vindictive. Me: Nice rack, but this isn't a family camping trip. I'm his girlfriend of a year now, but don't worry, after this he's all yours. I turn the ph

He has been a sweatshirt thinking I’m cold and I decide to go with it and pullover sweatshirt on. His clothes are huge on me, but I don’t remember the last time I was so comfortable. They smell like him too and that seems to calm me and I don’t even know his name."Have you eaten?" He asked me. "Umm, no, I’m was going to make dinner, but when I get back to camp, everything was gone, including my clothes. Of course, Stephen didn’t check the weather and I guess he was going to have us camp out in this." I catch myself rambling and pressed my lips together. He smirks at me, before heading to the kitchen on the other side of the main room. Then, he pulls a container out of the fridge and gets what looks like soup, warming on a wood stove. I have never cooked on the wood stove, but I really hope I get the chance to, while I’m here. The kitchen looks like a rustic cabin kitchen with natural wood cabinets and dark countertops. There’s plenty of space to work, especially with the gigantic k

Fuck. When was the last time I was this hard? How is it possible that just cleaning up the cuts on her harms and legs is so damn sexy? I about lost it, wen I saw how soaked her panties were. I didn't think there was any chance in hell this sweet, innocent girl would be attracted to me, but her panties proved otherwise. It's been a long time, since I've had a woman, but knowing she was getting wet, because of me is so damn hot. but this could never work out. She'll be leaing as soon as the storm passes, and the roads are clear. A beautiful womanlike her would never be happy out here. Somehow, I know I'll be nursing this heartbreak for some time to come, and I only just met her today. Wait until I tell my friends about this one. My friends are loners like me. THe four of us bonded over it. We each have our reasons for moving into the mountains outside Thayer, West Virginia, and we give each other space, except for once a month, when we meet in town. I know they are there, if I need

I haven't slept so well in a long time. This couch I fell asleep on isn't as soft as I remember. Enjoying the quiet and warmth for a bit I lay still, not wanting to open my eyes. When I shift, trying to get comfortable, powerful arms holding me in place. That's when I realized I'm not on the couch, and I'm laying on top of Axel. Literally on top of him. When did that happen? I open my eyes and see we are in his room, but I'm lying completely on him, my chest to his shest, and his big arms around me. I can't believe I did this in my sleep. When I start to move off him again, he tightens his arms slightly, like he doesn't want me to move. I shift to the side, trying to get comfortable, but that when I feel it. His hardened cock brushes against my clit, and I have to bite back a moan. It's just morning wood, right? There's no way me laying on top of him like this made him hard. I wiggle again, and the tip brushes my clit, the waves of pleasure shoot up my stomach. This feels bett

It's been three straight days of rain, before it finally stops. Waking up and not hearing the rain outside the cabin, is a strange feeling.It's also been three days of waking up oon top of Axel, even when I know I fall asleep on the other side of the bed. Part of me wonders, if we find each other like this in our sleep, or if he's waiting until I'm asleep, then pulling me on top of him. Either way, I'm okay with it.This has been the third dday of him tlling me to use him to cum. Of him gripping my hips and running my pussy over his long, hard, thick cock. He cums every morning, and then he takes his things and runs off to the river to bathe.No amount of cold showers seem to calm down. By the time he gets back from the river, I could go another round, but he doesn't make a move for the rest of the day.Then, no sooner does he get back to the cabin, then I'm finding little ways to caress or rub against him. But other than our morning fun, he won't touch