Echoing in an ancient caveWe were on holiday a couple of months ago and visited some ancient cave sites. Wonderful. Built into the rock face were dwellings which had been used for countless hundreds (or thousands) of years. Every cool surface held a memory – so much love, lust, fighting, and living must have happened in and around the caves. It was beautiful sunshine. We went off to explore whilst waiting for the Escort guide. We climbed a set of steps into a hidden cavern. And there, through an ancient aperture, we were looking out over the river plain thinking of the generations of lovers and lusters who had looked out and seen that view. As we held together that love and lust began to flow, and a gentle hand reaching under a skirt quickly found a Escort Bayan warm wet willing and wanting home. Her breathe rose, and with it the sounds of slurp and pant. And the sounds echoed off the walls and out into the landscape. We were quick, we tried to be silent. We did not linger to explore our favourite positions looking out of windows in new places across the world. My finger worked away, Bayan Escort and release flowed onto the ancient cave floor.I would love to have gone on, but my nerve didn’t hold in that echo chamber – voyeur and exhibitionist maybe my tendancies, but broadcast bellowing in a private cave was a bit more than I could do that summer evening.Caves are new to our lustful adventures, and I look forward to finding more and really seeing what the echo chamber sounds like as we explore our bodies.We slipped out of the cave, undiscovered, and explored the magical cave painting with our guide – warm in the knowledge and sense of our quicky amongst the ancients.