We’re in our tent, next to the one our friends sleep in. It’s dark, quiet, and just a little too warm. You’re next to me. I start talking. Softly. Slowly. Tell you what to do. You slip your hands under your sleeping bag. You listen. You obey. You get wetter with every word. I get closer. My voice moves from your ear to your neck. Then lower. And when you’re ready, really ready… I slide into you — warm, slow, deep.