M and I have been walking a lot. A LOT. In 11 days, we’ve done 18.44 miles. I don’t know where that falls in the grand scheme of things, but for us, that’s a whole friggin lot. If you factor in the day (or two… we can’t remember!) we didn’t walk, that’s an average of 2 miles a day. And depending on terrain, we’re doing it in about 40 minutes.

If you’re athletic, I already know what you’re gonna say. “Oh that’s nothing.” We’re not athletic. Matter of fact, we spent the past three years mostly sitting in our house and watching television. We didn’t have a car and we live on the nicer side of the ghetto. And cabs are flipping expensive. Hell, riding the bus is more expensive now than it was when we sold our truck. So we found ways to occupy ourselves around the house. Read: video games, books, cards, board games, television.

Since we got a car, though, we’ve been everywhere. The Catskills, the Adirondacks, the bike path, a little diner in Red Hook called An Apple a Day (which you should really pop into if you’re ever in Red Hook. The staff is awesome, the food even better. And you can cross the parking lot and get an iced latte from Dunkin Donuts when you’re done.) that we found completely by accident and weren’t even going to check out until M saw the sign that said “$13.95 Prime Rib”. We disregarded the fact that we were both dirty and sweaty and went inside to grab dinner.

Every day that we spend on the road has become the best day ever. We run up on battlefields we didn’t know existed that are filled with butterflies and discover waterfalls neither of us has ever seen. We saw an owl in the wild for the first time ever, and found a heron sitting quietly in the canal. Each new day has brought a new experience and we are both hungry for more.

Two days ago, we went to a nature preserve we walk quite frequently to see if it’s changed as much as everywhere else. We hadn’t been there since we got the new car, and the place we meant to go is hard to find when the sun’s on the horizon. We missed the turn because it’s a brown sign against a brown and green background all back lit by the sun. So on we drove to the next place we walk on that road.

When we got there, it was empty. It usually is. It’s only a mile and a half around and the slightest bit of rain makes the whole thing a swamp because a lot of the trails are at a lower elevation than the massive pond in the middle. But we had hats (By the way, I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you that M looks absolutely adorable in a ball cap. Another first for him. He bought it to help keep the bugs away from his face, but it just makes me fall in love with him all over again. He looks all boyish and cute. And I’ve talked him into letting me pick out more hats for him since this was such a huge success.) and bug spray ready. Oddly enough, we’ve had rather dry weather this summer, so the trails weren’t marshy at all. And M made fun of me for walking on the man-made bridges meant to keep your feet dry and mud free.

“You’re such a kid,” he says, and we both laughed. I know that’s part of the reason he loves me. I’m just what he needs to remind him that it’s okay to be a kid sometimes.

Somewhere in the middle of our walk, I said something smart. Nothing bad, mind. Just the kind of remark a parent would smack their kid for while trying not to laugh. And M swatted me on the shoulder. I giggled and said something else, and he grabbed me by the hair. It’s hard to watch the ground when your head’s being bent back, but I managed to stay upright. And he eventually let me go.

This continued around the trail. I’m petrified of falling, so every time he’d snatch up a fistful of hair, I’d get a little nervous. I realized later that he was careful about where he did it. Made sure the path was root and debris free.

We came to a section that runs along private property, and I laughed at the signs and rock wall separating the two lands.

“They probably can’t even see this part of their land. It makes me want to jump the wall and be all ‘Can you see me? I’m trespassing! Can you see me?’ ” I joked.

“Disrespectful little cunt. You’re pushing it.” M said as he slapped my shoulder. And I laughed again.

“You think it’s funny?!” He snatched me up by the hair and pulled me in close. “How’d you like it if someone did that to you?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy trying not to laugh.

We weren’t expecting to go as far as we did. The mile and a half circle put us around the three mile mark for that day. We weren’t even planning on doing a mile. So when we were finished, and we still weren’t tired, M asked, “What now?”

Naturally, I responded, “I think you should fuck me in the cemetery.”

He gasped and swatted me again. “You dirty little bitch. How would you like it if someone fucked on your grave?”

“What? I bet they like sex too! Well, the adults buried there anyway.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, most people like sex, don’t they?”

He didn’t answer me. We still had a few hundred feet to the parking lot, so we kept walking. And when we got to the fork, I took the side that lead to home. He grabbed my hair and yanked me the other direction.

“Move your ass to the graveyard.” he barked as he shoved me down the path, careful not to push too hard so neither of us ended up sprawled in the trail and killing the mood.

I couldn’t stop grinning. We were in the middle of another first: public play that was more than just sex. Granted, there was little chance of anyone happening upon us. But the possibility was still enough to light both our fires. When we got to the clearing, M shoved me to my knees on a gravestone. And he fucked me there before making me kneel before him with my mouth open so he could cum all over my face. Then he told me to make myself cum. And when we were finished, he said I could rub the cum in, or eat it off my face, but I was not allowed to wash. Another first.

Washing would have done little good anyway. There was no mistaking the cum stains on my shirt or the dirt smears on the knees of my khaki capris. He was, however, kind enough to take my hat off first. Though I think that was more because he wanted to make sure it hit my face.

Yeah… We’re definitely walking a new path. And I hope we stay on this one a good long time. It feels… right.