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Sex in the rain. It's an old stand-by; a fantasy for the creatively challenged.

Walking back to my car today, my breath showing in crystallized punctuations as I exhaled, it occurred to me that I've always wanted to have sex in the snow.

There is something terribly erotic about snow underfoot. The almost animalistic crunch, the feeling of strength giving way, the way every step leaves a little memory behind... suddenly I imagine myself pressed against a tree. You remove my clothes, my bare skin melting the snow as the rough bark scratches against me, and you laugh as I shiver. I want to wrap my legs around you, feeling your warmth enter me as the soft sound of snow falling makes our lustful noises that much more perverse. I want to feel the tree drawing blood from my back as I draw blood from yours.

I want you.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Wednesday, February 07, 2007.

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