Going deep
sea diving for days at a stretch, swimming long distances, and having ultra
long walks and sex in heavy or gentle rains makes me feel alive beyond the
imaginable. Sometimes I can’t even belief myself how it is possible that after
having engaged in such activities till exhaustion, I feel totally refreshed and
energized, eager to continue, while others who shared those endeavors with me
only want to go home and rest.
Having spent
now a considerable amount of time in a rather harsh and arid environment, I
find my thoughts drifting sometimes, seeing myself back in for instance the
rainforests surrounding the Rio Pacuare while the heavens are unloading
torrential rains onto me and my partner(s), getting soaked and extremely muddy
while roaming the Juan de Fuca trail, or
sauntering hand in hand with Lucinda in the pouring rain on the fabulous
Glencoe highlands, making our way to the Ballachulish Hotel, or a nearby and
very private cottage, to spend the night and big money on a few exquisite and
tongue titillating Macallans.
Doesn’t mean
my libido shrinks when there’s no rain to enjoy. I also love to create some
heat in hot environments under the blazing sun. Must be caused by that fire
element I guess :
Already as a
child I wanted to go outside as soon as it started to rain. I loved to feel the
droplets wetting my face and entering my eyes. Still a toddler I remember the
feeling I got when putting on my first rain boots. It was as if they added
something to my body, merged with same, and would never ever leave me. I wish!
But as a grown up and a femdom I often keep my boots on in places where other
people wouldn’t even think of wearing slippers. It’s not odd for me, or
exceptional, to go to the beach, wearing a bikini and rubber riding boots. The
looks I get then, hehe. But I feel great.
I mostly
prefer to walk in the rain alone, or accompanied by a sensual woman. A woman
who is as passionate as I am when it comes to wearing hot rubber boots, tight
belted mackintoshes, and having rough sex in the pouring rain.
Especially
when having had explosive and raw sex with a nymphomaniacal vixen and she’s sucking
off the last drop of our orgiastic fluids from my luscious bush, still having
her gloved hand touching the entrance of her Nirwana, and while my energy is
slowly drifting away to other parts of my hungry for sex and shivering body,
inevitably there must be time to recover. Well, that’s what I’m told ;)
So what to do?
Special men?
Regular readers of my blog know of course exactly what ‘special’ means.
You think? Nah,
it’s definitely not that kind.
Maybe this
one then?
Well…um…..perhaps.
But I sure as hell love this kind of activity!
You should
try it too. I bet it’ll make you feel to repeat it.
Even when in
a tropical rain forest I like to wear my rubber boots. Feeling the sweat
accumulate within them can only arouse me more. Keeping one of my rubber
mackintoshes on in places like that I tried, but not for long lol, as sudden death
is lurking down the trees after an hour or so.
Crazy as I
am, I sometimes leave the rain boots for what they are, and go out in wet and
stormy weather wearing a pair of my favorite high heeled brutally expensive
leather boots.
And then
there are times…………
Sometimes I
don’t need the boots, the rubber, and the sex. It’s then when I want to be
alone, lonely, and to only be with the rain, to surrender to that incredible
element……………
