When I first met my man he brought me here.
Oh wait, I did.
When the snow melted, he loaded his kayaks on top of his truck, made sure I knew how to work the solar system, and left me for six weeks to go make love to his favorite river in California.
The cabin is in a gated community...
...with high security.
So even though it's isolated, on 120 acres in the mountains of Colorado, I felt safe.
But my Inner Child felt totally abandoned and lonely.
She enpowered me to write erotic essays about the river and the threesome dynamic of my relationship.
And now my man isn't the only one who runs off in the spring to chase a passion.
For the next three weeks I'll be on my writer's path, going solo and deep as I put the finishing touches on my erotic memoir.
Cell converage at the cabin is questionable and Internet access doesn't exist. So blogging will be random and limited to chance encounters with wireless on trips into civilization.
Where are you running off to this spring? Tell me about it in the comments.