[Oman] The song of the desert, half-naked exhibit

Today, I invite you to discover the Wahiba Sands, a glowing and flamboyant desert. We drove about 50 kilometers with our 4×4 in the middle of nowhere by sailing from dunes to dunes. I #8217 a little freaked out for the desert exhibits, because there was no way #8217 to know if people were coming with the hills of sand. Not being able to control is always stressful enough… and even more so in religious countries !

When the #8217 we see the desert for the first time, one feels invaded by #8217 a singular feeling : the beauty of nothing is a whole. This oxymoron resonates in me every time I see this landscape. The “nothing” is beautiful, really beautiful. My first desert was the Namib –trip to Namibia 2017– and I #8217've found this #8217 a phenomenal beauty, #8217 unrivalled tranquillity : all those grains of sand, their tangles, their colors… This extent where nothing seems to exist is of indescribable magnificence. Yet this “nothing” full of life, legions of animal lives like birds, insects, rodents, oryx, Cats, whose tracks can be seen on the golden waves in the early morning. There is also a small gazelle, half-naked showing off in the desert under the complicit gaze of her adorable Husband !

MrSirban and I are very keen to make these erotic photos in the desert. We talked about it before we left France and we really hoped to have the opportunity to realize this desire. We almost never program our naughty exhibitions, but these have been reflected and desired. I'm naked under my jeans and my t-shirt as usual. It'll be easier when you #8217 find the right place to undress. I'#8217 have less to remove and… less to hand over in case of a problem. It reassures me as much as it #8217 it excites me. I'#8217 love to be naked under my clothes, It's convenient, playful, Pragmatic, hygienic and erotic !

I'#8217 removes my t-shirt from #8217 first. We make naughty topless photos, then as soon as I feel pretty confident, I degraft the jeans and gradually drop it. My Beloved is very inspired and wants to see me strip more, but I #8217 hear in the distance a 4×4 to make a Dune Bashing. I can't locate #8217 where the engine rumble comes from, #8217 it gets closer or #8217. Is it piloted by an Omani or a tourist ? I am not very serene and my man tried to reassure me by telling me that the 4×4 is far away, I prefer to keep some clothes close to the inside… Just in case !

It's the end of the day and the sun dresses the dunes #8217 a beautiful color of #8217 gold and garnet. Although I'#8217 always afraid that someone #8217's coming out of nowhere, excitement takes over and I dare to drag the jeans along my thighs to find myself almost naked in this sublime desert. I feel soaked in excitement. It's a funny feeling between my libido, who doesn't care if a person surprises me by showing off, and my brain, that serves me all the good reasons in the world to stay on the alert ! I'm split between my little Demon on the left shoulder whispering in my ear “go, Let go, strip off, you may never be able to do it again !” and this Rabat-Joie on the right shoulder preaching to me “Beware, Stay on your guard, being surprised would have repercussions !”. My Man is very confident and certain that there is no fear. The unfolding of the photo shoot will prove him right.

We did two different erotic series : one on the day of arrival at sunset and another, the day of departure, mid-morning ! I dared to get naked after the best night of my life sleeping in the desert. It's a fabulous experience. Waking up in the morning in absolute silence when discovering all the little paws of animals that have come to turn around the tent during our sleep has something magical. MrSirban and I slept like babies in the middle of this Nothing or All. I'll present this exhibit in the next article on travel !

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