Waking up with my sleeping bag on fire

Despite how cold the nights have been, Marek and I have been warm. There’s the three sleeping bags and then there’s our body heat.

We hadn't shared bags until last night, when Marek woke me up while trying to get into mine. It was one of those times when being in bed with a lover makes you ravenously, unconsciously horny, even when you've been asleep. He was pawing me and gnawing on my neck while trying . . .

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