Fall is that time of year when people all across the United States who’ve been beaten down by the apocalyptic heat of the sweltering summer heat finally get some relief and settle into cooler climates. It’s hoodie weather, as it’s commonly referred to in the Midwest: a time for football, backyard bonfires and, for some of the more adventurous of the breed, camping. No sooner than the last of those blood-sucking skeeters are dead, outdoorsy types make a mad dash to the wilderness to get in touch with their primitive side before the winter cold swoops in and freezes everybody’s genitals off.
Speaking of genitals, a good amount of these woods-bound folks will, at some point during their nature excursion, engage in camping sex. Autumn is the perfect time of year for it, too—it’s not too hot, it’s not too cold, it’s just fucking in tents!
“It sounds fun in theory but it’s not. The last time we went, the firewood was too wet, so we froze all night. We curled up in a sleeping bag, but there was not enough love in there to keep us warm.”
Dayshia
That said, coital camping trips should come with a warning label. It’s often not the lusty rendezvous couples envision as they make their romantic quest to rough it. They may be perfectly capable of packing a tent and heading off to the wild in pursuit of an authentic camping experience, but very few are ever quite prepared to get it on without someone begging to leave. It’s cold out there, curious critters are on the prowl and that tent built for two isn’t always as comfortable as they make it sound on the display at Walmart. Sure, mixing camping and sex is all well and good, yet doing the deed under the stars does not come with the same amenities as humping at the house. “It sounds fun in theory but it’s not,” Dayshia, 36, of Redgranite, Wisconsin, tells HUSTLERMagazine.com. “The last time we went, the firewood was too wet, so we froze all night. We curled up in a sleeping bag, but there was not enough love in there to keep us warm.”
