You have to stay in touch with yourself. And sometimes, that means literally.
The man of the house and I are going camping for the first time in years. We've grown apart through that time, mainly because the lady of the house left us. The man of the house and I have been busy with work, but we both carved out time for this trip.
Being alone with him in the woods is bringing certain feelings up, things I've purposely tried not to think about. It's too much, so I wander into the woods to play and clear my mind. When a wild coyote tries to attack me, the man of the house comes to my rescue and gets a glimpse of my nakedness.
Sharing a sleeping bag with him is just the beginning.
