Hey, foxy friends.

This year, you'll come with us to every European country, where we explore the sexual adventures of each nation and one of its regions, Golden Circle Iceland.

We had wanted to take this trip for the longest time, and when the opportunity finally arrived, I couldn't pass it up.

I told el Jar again and again how much I wanted to see the Golden Circle, and for our anniversary, he surprised me with the gift of a day long adventure.

We dressed appropriately, practical boots, layered clothes, maybe not sexy, but sensible.

I wanted to stay warm and avoid aching feet, and l Jar was on the same page.

Function over fashion for now.

Our first stop was pilling Very National Park.

It was a long, entire walk, but being in a place where the Earth's tectonic plates had pulled apart felt almost sacred, ancient.

It was humbling realizing how small we were compared to what existed before us.

As I paused to take it all in, el Jar would stop too.

His attention mirrorred mine.

His awe matched mine, and it reminded me again why I'd chosen him.

He was exactly the partner I needed not just for this trip, but for life.

Next, we visited the geothermalaria Stockor and the surrounding geysers.

There was little vegetation, only strange colors painted across the trend, like an artist's palette, greens, blues, ochres, reds.

It was breathtaking.

We watched a geyser erupt hot water, shooting so high into the sky that we had to stay far back to avoid getting burned.

It impressed and terrified me.

Nature was so powerful and we were so small, so soft by comparison, Eljar felt the same.

We talked about it quietly, marveling at how delicate human life was.

Then came Gulfoss, that waterfall.

It didn't just look powerful, it felt powerful, like a crack in the world had opened and water was spilling into it, trying to mend something ancient.

Each moment of the trip made me feel more connected to something bigger that might find that idea overwhelming, but I found it freeing, humbling.

It made me feel that as long as we tried to do right by ourselves and others, we were doing enough.

After all the walking, we finally arrived at our last stop, the Secret Lagoon.

I couldn't wait to slide into the hot spring, aching muscles begging for relief.

We changed into swimsuits and dipped into the water, despite the chill in the the moment we were submerged, what warmth enveloped us.

We joked and splashed each other, both of his grinning like kids.

Then, purely by accident, my leg brushed against Ljar's groin and everything changed.

His eyes widened at the sensation, and I couldn't help but repeat the motion, just to see that look again.

He pulled me close and murmured that we were still in public, that I was playing with fire.

But that wasn't a warning to me, it was an invitation.

I pressed myself against him, my legs wrapping around his waist, hands looped over his shoulders.

I began to grind against him, threw his swim trunks.

He groaned, buried his face in my neck, whispering how reckless this was.

But I didn't stop.

I didn't want to.

I wanted to feel wanted.

I wanted him to lose control.

As I kept moving, his grip on my thighs tightened.

We were both beyond the point of no return, our desire pushing against restraint.

He finally gave in, whispering that we'd find a private spot, but he needed relief first.

There was no way he could walk out of the spring with a full erection.

I giggled at the idea, but I was more than ready to help.

I slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly at first, then faster.

He shuddered, muttering that some one might notice if they came in the water.

I assured him he wouldn't have to be worried about it.

Then I dipped beneath the surface and took him into my mouth.

His cock pulsed against my tongue, and within seconds he came, his release, hitting the back of my throat as I swallowed every drop, something I'd done many times before, but never quite like this resurfacing.

I grinned and asked him if he was ready for more.

He nodded.

We left the spring hand in hand, searching for some place private to let her desire burn freely, and we found it a row of unused changing cabins.

With the cold weather, most people were using the main building to change, leaving this area blissfully empty.

My black bikini didn't draw attention, but I still hoped no one had followed us.

Once inside the furthest cabin, Eljar turned to me and wasted no time.

He pushed me against the wall and began to kiss my neck, yanking off my bikini top as he whispered how torturous the teasing had been.

I laughed, reminding him that it worked.

He wanted me so badly he couldn't wait.

That only made him more eager.

He kissed and sucked my breast, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

My body melted under his touch.

I wanted him, I needed him now.

He pulled down my bikini bottoms and lifted me up by the thighs, spreading my legs eggs as he pinned me against the wall.

When his cock brushed against my pussy, I welcomed him, feeling the familiar stretch of him filling me.

He started to fuck me hard and deep.

No gentleness, no patience, just raw animal need.

It felt perfect.

Our bodies moved in sync, are breathing aligned.

As I clung to him, moaning into his ear, barely able to hold it in, I came first, my pussy clenching around him like a vice.

He swallowed his release, driving deep inside me as we fought to keep quiet.

He set me down, but I wasn't done.

I turned around, placing my hands against the wall and arched my back.

My ass was high and ready.

He entered me again, and the sensation was even more intense.

His thrusts were rougher, faster, more desperate.

His body slapped against mine, the wet sound of our sex filling the cabin.

He kissed my neck, nipped my shoulder.

I felt the orgasm build inside me again, growing hotter and hotter, until I couldn't keep my voice down.

I moaned his name as my body shuddered, shaking with pleasure.

He held me tight, talk still buried inside me, as if he didn't want to let go.

Eventually, we redressed and left the cabin, hoping no one heard us, But if they had, I didn't care.

Any One who had seen the beauty of that place would understand why we gave into that moment, and I never forget this trip.

I knew we'd be back again.

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