erotic coupling camping

[sixters77]

I would like to see a story about two consenting adults male/female (no incest, no family members or relative) Can be husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, dating, first time. That part i dont care just no incest.. The story setting should be outdoors while camping and needs to be long enough for good detail. I would prefer it to be of the female perspective and with a lot of detail. Can include oral for both, sex via vagina and ass, Masterbating partner titty fuck . Light bdsm is ok not necessary though

I aIways scroll down to the bottom of the page to see just how long the story is. If it's less than 4 pages long I immediately move on without reading because it won't have enough detail. The thing for me is i am tired of reading stories that go like this:

" I fucked her real hard. I fucked her so hard with my big fat dick that she came twice and then i came.

However i don't want a story that has 30 chapters either.

Can anyone help me with this i would greatly appreciate it.

 

[Bookishleigh]

I would like to see a story about two consenting adults male/female (no incest, no family members or relative) Can be husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, dating, first time. That part i dont care just no incest.. The story setting should be outdoors while camping and needs to be long enough for good detail. I would prefer it to be of the female perspective and with a lot of detail. Can include oral for both, sex via vagina and ass, Masterbating partner titty fuck . Light bdsm is ok not necessary though

I aIways scroll down to the bottom of the page to see just how long the story is. If it's less than 4 pages long I immediately move on without reading because it won't have enough detail. The thing for me is i am tired of reading stories that go like this:

" I fucked her real hard. I fucked her so hard with my big fat dick that she came twice and then i came.

However i don't want a story that has 30 chapters either.

Can anyone help me with this i would greatly appreciate it.

I read your post yesterday and was reminded of an amazing weekend camping (and yes, outdoor sex) I had with the boyfriend who opened me up to my heightened level of sexuality. All night last night I thought back to that weekend (and that boyfriend) and thought I should put that down on paper! So perhaps I'll get working on that for you (although it would be first attempt at erotic writing for anyone other than someone I was attempting to arouse in just the moment).

Maybe I should thank you for the inspiration to write or the road to humiliation - I'll get back to you later.

Edited to include NOT that the boyfriend was into humiliation!!! I meant from the aspect of that I failed to produce something worthy of the likes of this place.

 

[UhlBWett]

Please sweet girl......

Let me know once you finish, I would love to read about your outdoor journey............

 

[Bookishleigh]

Thanks! Like I said, with school and work it might be a week or so but at least it will give me something fun to do and think about between the drudgery of real life. And thank you for being willing to review the work the of new writers. Speaking of the drudgery of real life, the grocery shopping is not going to do itself I suppose....

 

[Carnevil9]

Here's a camping nugget from real life that anyone is free to use. Not a story, just an anecdote:

I was camping with some buddies, in one of those organized campgrounds where they give you a lot number, and you drive back to it and set up your tent. On the next lot over, there was a young couple. The chick was very hot. They had a pretty large "stand up" type tent.

Late in the evening, my buddies and I were sitting around drinking beer by the campfire, and we noticed the young couple next door going into their tent, all lovey dovey and clinging on each other. They had a camp lantern with them. Once inside, they failed to douse the lamp. They set it down behind them, with respect to our campsite, so that it cast their bodies in perfect silhouette onto the tent wall facing us. They proceeded to engage in an hour or so of vigorous athletic lovemaking, all displayed for our enjoyment. Naturally, we all watched breathlessly.

I've always wondered if they put on the show deliberately or not. On the one hand, it was quite a good show. On the hand, they were absolutely silent, which leads me to think they were trying to be discrete. So I really don't know.

In any case, it was a great show. In a story, it could be the spark that gets the main characters of the story into the mood to ratchet their relationship up a notch.

 

[Bookishleigh]

Here's a camping nugget from real life that anyone is free to use. Not a story, just an anecdote:

Once inside, they failed to douse the lamp. They set it down behind them, with respect to our campsite, so that it cast their bodies in perfect silhouette onto the tent wall facing us. They proceeded to engage in an hour or so of vigorous athletic lovemaking, all displayed for our enjoyment. Naturally, we all watched breathlessly.

In any case, it was a great show. In a story, it could be the spark that gets the main characters of the story into the mood to ratchet their relationship up a notch.

NOT to get into a lot of specifics but I was trying to remember if while inside if we turned off the lantern and if not if the shadows would have been reflective of what we were doing so thanks for the input.

I know at that phase in my life I would not have intentionally done it since I was still shy (ah, the good 'ole days) but who knows where I shall go with my story....

On a side note, grocery shopping this morning was never so entertaining - I need grapes, bagels, oh and a new name for the old boyfriend

 

[Hypoxia]

My A Taste of Spirits has lots of storytelling and fucking around a campfire but it's all incestuous. Non-incest campground fucking occurs in various of my tales, but except for compiled series, most are under 4 LIT pages. I just can't do anything right for you. Well, I'm working on one that's not quite incest (they're recently-minted step-siblings), will probably be 4-5 LIT pages, and will include camping scenes. And I have a RON'S JOURNAL episode planned, set in a couple of festivals-in-the-wild, with lots of naked people and public fucking. I'll have to write that one of these days.

 

[Bookishleigh]

My A Taste of Spirits has lots of storytelling and fucking around a campfire but it's all incestuous. Non-incest campground fucking occurs in various of my tales, but except for compiled series, most are under 4 LIT pages. I just can't do anything right for you. Well, I'm working on one that's not quite incest (they're recently-minted step-siblings), will probably be 4-5 LIT pages, and will include camping scenes. And I have a RON'S JOURNAL episode planned, set in a couple of festivals-in-the-wild, with lots of naked people and public fucking. I'll have to write that one of these days.

I just love that we seem to have regenerated interest in a post that may have otherwise grown stagnant! All kinds of activity going on now.

Alright - as always, that real life stuff gets in the way of the fun I could be having here. My head already hurts in anticipation of the rest of my evening of the mind-numbing activities planned. Play nice kids! (Or not - whatever your pleasures truly are.)

 

[Hypoxia]

Alright - as always, that real life stuff gets in the way of the fun I could be having here.

Real Life both inspires and impedes stories. Real Life has been tough lately, so I haven't written creative word one for the last couple months. Real Life also fed me some amusing campfire stories. Real Life -- can't live with it, can't live without it. Ratz.

 

[Carnevil9]

Real Life (tm) is overrated in writing stories. Jules Verne was one of the most successful writers in history. He wrote about going to the Moon. Spoiler Alert: He NEVER WENT TO THE MOON!

It is more important to be able to spin a good yarn that it is to be able to write about Real Life. Story rules. Veracity is a distant tenth.

 

[tiny_tits]

Here's a camping nugget from real life that anyone is free to use. Not a story, just an anecdote:

I was camping with some buddies, in one of those organized campgrounds where they give you a lot number, and you drive back to it and set up your tent. On the next lot over, there was a young couple. The chick was very hot. They had a pretty large "stand up" type tent.

Late in the evening, my buddies and I were sitting around drinking beer by the campfire, and we noticed the young couple next door going into their tent, all lovey dovey and clinging on each other. They had a camp lantern with them. Once inside, they failed to douse the lamp. They set it down behind them, with respect to our campsite, so that it cast their bodies in perfect silhouette onto the tent wall facing us. They proceeded to engage in an hour or so of vigorous athletic lovemaking, all displayed for our enjoyment. Naturally, we all watched breathlessly.

I've always wondered if they put on the show deliberately or not. On the one hand, it was quite a good show. On the hand, they were absolutely silent, which leads me to think they were trying to be discrete. So I really don't know.

In any case, it was a great show. In a story, it could be the spark that gets the main characters of the story into the mood to ratchet their relationship up a notch.

I've had this happen to me and my bf- we just had some glow sticks hanging up, and it wasn't until I had to go out to pee that I noticed how clearly I could see him as I walked back on the path. And the path to the restroom and showers was within yards of our tent, so it was used by many people that night.

 

[Bookishleigh]

Real Life (tm) is overrated in writing stories. Jules Verne was one of the most successful writers in history. He wrote about going to the Moon. Spoiler Alert: He NEVER WENT TO THE MOON!

It is more important to be able to spin a good yarn that it is to be able to write about Real Life. Story rules. Veracity is a distant tenth.

I agree completely. You definitely have to take liberties when using a story inspired from real life - I am sure no one wants to read about how we argued about where to go camping beforehand (unless of course it involved amazing anger sex, which it did not) or that after our outdoor romp I developed poison ivy in an uncomfortable place, and it was not the back of a Volkswagen (Mallrats reference).

 

[iamherslut]

Well here is a story j have written! Check it out! It is short...but may be you'll like it
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-trek-ch-01

 

[LIVINRFANTASIES]

Camping

We also have a lot of early camping stories. I'm having problems getting enough time to add our earlier stories leading up to how and why we did so many nasty things.
Camping, afternoons naked at a beach, sex on a trail or a picnic table, all normal parts of growing up together.

By the time I get our camping stories on here it will be over run with campground sex.





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[Hypoxia]

Circa 1970. Haight-Ashbury hippies evacuated San Francisco for the summer in favor of free camping in giant redwood groves a few miles from the Pacific coast on the banks of the Navarro River south of Mendocino. Now that's a state park; then it was unclaimed, unsupervised land a couple miles up from a state park campground and its free shower.

Coast redwood groves are awesome, sacred places, even bisected by a two-lane state highway. Hippies managed to profane it pretty well. Loud music from car tape players; loud wailing from stoned enthusiasts; loud sexual moans from freely-fucking gerbil-piles of naked human flesh. And lots of skinny-dipping in the Navarro River.

Some people planned to stay the winter in this free paradise. Pick up welfare rations from the county office in Mendocino; head up to Fort Bragg to panhandle cash to buy pot and amyl nitrate and cheap jug wine; stay stoned and happy by the river. Sure.

I looked up at the signs in trees along the riverside highway, the signs thirty feet above the roadway, indicating the high-water level in the 1964 winter floods. I thought, "This is NOT a good place to spend a winter." I moved into a Mendocino commune located high above the floodplain. The pot-, wine-, and amyl nitrate-fueled orgies stayed dry.

Then there was the time we were screwing on sleeping bags beside the Noyo River just as the Skunk Train's wood-burning loco roared by, but that's another story.

 

[Badfather80]

Probably my favourite camping story series on here.
Donna Goes Camping, by ret123
Not couples, but still...

https://www.literotica.com/s/donna-goes-camping-pt-01