Fucking in Tents

Mid afternoon on a weekday and the only thing separating our sex from passing outdoorsfolk was a couple of thin fabric layers. We caressed each other. My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders feeling his strength. My attention was drawn to his boxers.

I’m staring out of the window, drinking a gin and tonic, thinking about how great our holiday was. Beer would be more appropriate. Beer is what you drink when camping right? I do at least. Only a couple. There’s nothing worse than needing a wee in the night on a camping trip. For me it goes something like this.

Its dark. The parts of my body that are not under the duvet are cold (yes we bring a duvet camping). My breath condenses and adds vapor to the already wet microclimate of our little nylon bubble. Cold. I need to piss.
‘But your so cozy’ says the other me
‘Can’t you wait till morning?’
No I can’t I won’t be able to relax
‘I’m sure you could. The toilet block is so far away. Putting your shoes and coat on won’t be very relaxing either. Just stay here’
Shut up other me. I don’t want to fall asleep and piss myself. (Its never happened before but you never know)
‘You could go in a bush but once you’re out of the tent you might as well go to the toilet block and that’s sooo far away and its cold and you might as well just stay here. If you get up you will wake up monkey. You’ll probably need to pee again later, if you wait you will only need to go once’
I spend about half an hour debating with myself whether or not to get up and take a piss. I’m just about to start writing a list of pros and cons when I realize all this mental noise is keeping me awake. If I just get up and face the cold, I can shut up and go back to sleep.

Anyway I digress. That was the night time. The day time was beautiful, We went for long walks. We turned off our phones. We did gymnastics together. Specifically, Monkey taught me some yoga poses and I laughed at him attempting a cartwheel. There was time to breathe and think and appreciate what is important.

On the Thursday we went into London. I met some of monkeys relatives for the first time. They were so nice.

On the Wednesday we had sex in the tent and filmed it. Our sweaty, fabric love-cabin. It was great! We kissed sensually and took off each others clothes. In the cramped space the help was appreciated. As he unbuttoned my jeans and we tugged them down there was a tangible sense of mischief between us. We could hear hikers walking past on the path. Mid afternoon on a weekday and the only thing separating our sex from passing outdoorsfolk was a couple of thin fabric layers. We caressed each other. My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders feeling his strength. My attention was drawn to his boxers. I explored the contents with my hands and drew my face near to his hardening cock. I love the feel of it against my face. I especially love to rub my cheek against it with the soft jersey fabric between my skin and his. I like to feel it getting really hard and twitch a little. I pulled the elastic waistband causing his cock to spring out at me. Then I enjoyed caressing its length with my lips and cheeks and forehead keeping my mouth closed until it becomes too much for us both and I wrap my lips around it hungrily.

The rest of it, I don’t clearly recall. I know I came really hard. I know that we used our hands and mouths. And I know, the camera stopped recording part way through and there is a missing minute or so of footage. It just happens to be the part where I have an explosive and cathartic orgasm. You’ll just have to imagine that part. The rest you will be able to see at Makelovenotporn once we put it up. I’ll keep you posted when that will be.
I did find some amusement in the fact that our tent video, like a conventional porno, was missing a genuine female orgasm. Though for a different reason obviously.

The adventure continues. Today a campsite in Hampshire. Tomorrow, Hawaii.

Make Love not Porn

During the Summer of 2012 I was watering the tomatoes in the garden listening to a podcast.

A British accent. A mature, successful woman who was developing a web based business to educate about sex by selling videos of normal people having normal sex. This was Cindy Gallop and her idea resonated with me on many levels.

First of all I was working part time as a cam model so making money from sex was already part of my life (more on this in another post). Secondly. I have been affected by the influence of hardcore porn. The idea of being able to take positive steps to neutralize these impacts was a concept I wanted to support.

Cindy did a Ted talk in 2009 to unveil her website Make Love not Porn. in which she talks about sex education and the influence hardcore pornography has on our culture. She illustrates the talk with an anecdote about a younger lover to whom she says ‘no thanks I would much rather you didn’t cum on my face’. She then goes on to express concern for ..

“the young girl who’s boyfriend wants to cum on her face. She does not want him to cum on her face but hardcore porn has taught her that all men love cumming on women’s faces, all women love having their faces cum on and therefore she must let him cum on her face and pretend to like it”.

Watch it! Its brilliant. The ripples of shock from the audience are palpable. There is no point in me telling you all of the important points and the inspiring balance of humor and earnestness that she demonstrates when you could just go on TED Talks Youtube channel and see it for your self. Cindy Gallop TED Talk

Anyway. Hypothetical girl she mentions. That’s me. Not with specific regard to cum on the face. I do actually enjoy that. However, I have faked a lot of orgasms. With various partners. When I was younger. I kept thinking I must be doing something wrong, why is this not working. I hadn’t even watched a lot of porn but somehow, subtle, pervasive, influences had crept into my consciousness. That paired with the fact that I am a chronic people-pleaser lead me to fake orgasms under the belief that It would make my partner happy. I’d think ‘one day It’ll just click and I’ll be able to cum during sex too’ but it didn’t. It took a long time to realize that it wasn’t ‘just going to click’. I had been denying myself the opertunity to have orgasms with a partner by avoiding communicating properly. Because it felt awkward and uncomfortable to talk about.

This story is not unique. Ive read various statistics and learned that 20-25% of women do not consistently orgasm during intercourse. If my partners and I had known that growing up, things would have been different. If I had more experience talking about sex and hearing other people talk about it in a frank and open manner. Things would probably have been different.

That’s what Make Love not Porn, MLNP is about. There are videos of all kinds of people having all kinds of sex. You can find My husband and I on there. MLNP.tv (You will notice that when I cum there is nearly always a hand involved). The videos are not about helping the viewer get off, its about recording an honest look into peoples sex lives  (many of them do happen to be extremely hot but that is a secondary factor). If my peers and I had access to this kind of material instead of hardcore porn. Who knows how we would be different. I bet we’d be much more secure individuals. At the very least our sex lives would be so much better.

I like porn. This is not a vendetta against it. I watch porn by myself and with my husband I have made a living from porn and if I needed to, I’d happily do so again. But it needs to be made clearer to young people that it is entertainment. Porn is not real!

Like the tag line from MLNP says

We are ‘Pro-sex, pro-porn and pro knowing the difference’