Swinging in the hammock

Pousada Camurin

We passed through several humble towns in Alagoas (Maragogi, in the north east of Brazil) until our driver stopped in front of a gate in a place surrounded by greenery. It felt strange to be so deep in nature and as we entered, we realized that it was a hotel unlike any other we'd experienced before.

"A fragile nest for you to rest. Or not."

Our majestic wooden Cabana was an absolute dream. The combination of the rustic décor and comfort worked marvellously, and there was even decking leading directly to the beach from our balcony! We've never felt so special. Everything was perfect. Every corner sparked a fantasy. On our terrace hung an amazing hammock. Sitting there, his leg touched mine and the slightest contact between our skin and the fabric on the chairs unleashed our desire. At last, as we realised we were under a tree teeming with marmoset monkeys, who were curious about what we were doing, we decided to explore the place further. Inside, we fell into bed in each other's arms, until we lost ourselves in the pillows and our desire... Then we moved on to the Victorian bathtub in the huge bathroom. The water flowed out of a tap on a tree trunk, and it touched our bodies, increasing the temperature more and more. We ran a hot, scented bath, our bodies intertwined, and then I fell asleep on his chest.

Renan & Lucas

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