So a couple of weeks ago I met someone online and I ended up doing something I never expected. He suggested meeting halfway at a secluded lodge for two nights, no pressure, neutral space. I surprised myself by saying yes before I had the chance to overthink it.

The lodge was off the beaten track, with no neighbours for miles. It had an outdoor hot tub and sauna which we made full use of.

We slipped into the hot tub overlooking the trees. Steam curled around us, the water bubbling against our skin. I straddled him without thinking about it, just following that magnetic pull. He held my hips as if he’d waited his whole life to do it. He pulled my breasts into his mouth, tongue flicking my piercings, sucking hard as I bounced on him. Every thrust hit deeper because of the angle, and the water made his skin slick under my hands. I felt myself clench around him, close again, and he growled, “Come on my cock. Now.” And I did... hard, gripping his shoulders as my body pulsed around him.

The sauna was even worse... or better, depending on the point of view. The small space, the slow heavy warmth, it made us bold. I lay back on the wooden bench, skin slick with sweat. He sat beside me first, then moved between my legs, then leaned down... slow, teasing, deliberate. His mouth on my neck, my collarbone, lower... the kind of touch that forces moans out of you, soft and helpless. The heat made everything sensitive. My skin. My pulse. My restraint. When he finally slid inside me, the breath left my lungs. The sauna’s slow, thick air made every movement drawn-out, intense, intimate in a way that felt almost too much.

Now, thinking back to that time away begs the question, could I do something like that again?