Hello there, dear reader! How are you? I’m doing good here! Just been working and living and trying not to freeze to death. You know how it is.
It started snowing an hour ago. It’s so pretty. I love the snow. It has such a peaceful and tranquil quality. It’s so clean and pure. The smell of snow is a thing to behold, my loyal reader!
Much like rain, snow is special to me. To find out more about rain, check one of my early blogs. Maybe the 2nd one I posted.
Rain and storms are all about intensity and energy. But snow is different for me. Snow makes me think of love and passion, kindness and tenderness.
I have had a fantasy for many years where I take a girl outside after a nice snowfall, especially near nightfall. We play. Snowballs fly, snow angels are made, a small crudely shaped snowman is built and we disagree on if the carrot goes on the top or bottom ball.
As the snow starts to fall again and the day grows darker, we sit on the ground and just marvel at the quiet splendor of the world around us. I wrap my arm around you. You lean your head on me. As I lean in for a soft kiss, you look up at me and smile. The electricity from even such a gentle kiss ignites the flame in our souls.
The kiss deepens as our hands begin to roam. Under jackets and heavy shirts, through belted pants and we are off in our own little heaven. Passion fuels us as the clothing begins to come off.
I lay you down in the snow, the cold a shock at first but the heat of your skin keeps it from being too uncomfortable. You reach up, pulling me down, pulling me in. In for a kiss. Into your heart. Into you.
It’s slow and gentle. My hands cupping your face, yours on my back, pulling me even closer. We just can’t seem to get close enough. The heat between us melts the snow around us as our breathing intensifies.
We kiss again, tongues dancing playfully as we cum together. As one. Pulling me down close, you don’t let go. After a few minutes of being lost in the moment and each other, I playfully grab some snow and rub it on your side causing you to jump and push me off of you. We laugh and can’t contain the smiles as we dress again and head back inside, where hot cocoa and snuggles on the couch are waiting to warm our bodies, just like our love warmed our souls.
The view from just outside:
It’s beginning to snow. Soon it’ll be getting dark. Who wants to build a snowman?
