Fucking in tents (teaser)

This is a teaser for a longer piece that I'm writing, where you have gone camping, and you see a figure dancing in the campfire.

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Your friend’s laughter shakes you out of your focus. “Sorry, what was that? Lost in my own head…”

Jake smiles, sheepishly, and gestures to his boyfriend. “Oh, well Steve was -”

“Telling a story.” Steve cut in. “It was rather long winded. I’ll tell you tomorrow, if you want?”

Steve stood from the chair he was sat on, smiling at Jake, who grinned back, and then looked back to you. “We’re gonna… Go get some sleep now, if that’s okay?” You grinned.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Go get some… Sleep.” You winked at the two of them, as they ducked into their tent.

Now it’s just you, and the fire. Flickering, dancing tongues of flame that warm you against the cool night air. You could have sworn that you saw – there it was again. A figure, dancing among the flames. Their body was impossibly perfect, the way they moved was pure sensuality.

You could watch them dance all night. It felt so good to watch them dance. As they moved, you felt the flames of arousal rise inside you. You wanted them, even if they were just fire, or a trick of your mind. An image created out of a long, long, dry spell.

Finally. After what felt like no time at all, but could have been hours, you went to your own tent. As you lay in your sleeping bag, you kept thinking about that figure in the fire. You closed your eyes, trying to imagine what they would feel like.

You surprised yourself at how well you could do it. You could almost feel their curves pressed against yours. The heat of their body. Their scent. A hand clamped over your mouth. You opened your eyes, trying to scream. A voice laughed, as you took in the figure before you.

The same one from the flames. Sensual, impossibly perfect. They straddled you, somehow having unzipped your sleeping bag. And one strong hand was clamped over your mouth.  Up close, you could see their eyes, burning with fire that seemed to pull you into them.

They leant close, and spoke, in a low voice. “Hush now, mortal. No need to scream. You seemed to like my dancing. I wondered if you wanted something… More. You couldn’t keep me out of your head. Could you? Until I climbed out of your head, and into your bed.”