Anybody who has been a long time happily with BDSM is pursuing outside its discrete, secluded dungeons SM room his passion even get to the point.
Nothing easier than going out into the countryside with whips and ropes, with nettles and hazel rods. Unfortunately, here in Switzerland to find a free, undisturbed cookie is a time-consuming task.
Except, of course, man / woman to be discovered.
What I personally, however, not very fit and so are riders ('s still slightly tingling) mountain biker (going so fast that I usually am disturbed more) Hündeler (real-SM, if not muzzled), jogger (whose groans incompatible conducive or loss) or Scout groups (endless questions and usually very well-informed kids) not the desired audience.
So it is natural to have almost blissfully found a lonely, horny and aesthetically perfect matching location.
Now this easy to recommend another couple comes a sacrilege.
Maybe less if the place a survey conducted in the headlights of my slave whipping transporter, the top floor of a parking garage overlooking the skyline of a big city.
Or in the middle of a wonderful, stone pedestrian passage under a landmark railway bridge. With stunning views and regular vibration of the IC and regional trains between Bern and Lausanne.
But it is sacrilege to if the place already exuded holy peace and a too frequent use increases the risk of desecrating this silent place.
It was a very touching session on these pillars of peace with the protection of the fog in the valley and the steep mountain peaks in the back. The erotic picnic in candlelight and the full moon was a particular sensual finale in this very special place.