Things I love about winter:
1. flannel sheets
2. cross country skiing
3. watching birds at the feeder
4. snowshoeing
5. cuddling naked under a quilt
6. snow days when you don't have to leave the house unless you want to go for a walk
7. a scotch in front of the fireplace
8. ice skating
9. clean, white, new-fallen snow
10. sex (well, actually I like that during any season)
1. flannel sheets
2. cross country skiing
3. watching birds at the feeder
4. snowshoeing
5. cuddling naked under a quilt
6. snow days when you don't have to leave the house unless you want to go for a walk
7. a scotch in front of the fireplace
8. ice skating
9. clean, white, new-fallen snow
10. sex (well, actually I like that during any season)
I love to cook, especially baking. Now is the season to do lots of it. I started yesterday with excellent results. Unfortunately I didn't have a nude lady to share my kitchen. I remember fondly a number of SG sets of naked ladies baking - cupcakes seemed to be a favorite. Licking frosting from selected parts of the anatomy always appealed to me.
Here is an erotic poem I wrote for a SG friend who, sadly, is no longer active on the site.
I come from the dark night to your bed
drawn by the sweet smell of your desire
Slipping in beside you, I feel your heat.
Curves of back, hips, and ass welcome
pressing against skin, soft and silky, you sigh
You throw back an arm exposing
full breasts tipped with pink erect nipples.
My mouth closes over one, my tongue
exploring its texture as you suck in breath.
Sliding down, covering soft belly curves with kisses
you part your thighs I bring my face down between.
Aroused woman aroma overwhelms me as
I press my face to your moist, pungent pussy.
My tongue licks, explores, and tastes as you
flame into a shuddering climax.
Moving back, turning you to the side
pressing my belly to your back, my loins
against the full erotic expanse of magnificent ass.
My penis throbs as you shift to let me
slide into slippery, soaking glorious pussy.
We are as one, barely moving but joined, touching in
the one true way, as I explode into you, sweet release.
In time we drift off to blissful satiated sleep.
I come from the dark night to your bed
drawn by the sweet smell of your desire
Slipping in beside you, I feel your heat.
Curves of back, hips, and ass welcome
pressing against skin, soft and silky, you sigh
You throw back an arm exposing
full breasts tipped with pink erect nipples.
My mouth closes over one, my tongue
exploring its texture as you suck in breath.
Sliding down, covering soft belly curves with kisses
you part your thighs I bring my face down between.
Aroused woman aroma overwhelms me as
I press my face to your moist, pungent pussy.
My tongue licks, explores, and tastes as you
flame into a shuddering climax.
Moving back, turning you to the side
pressing my belly to your back, my loins
against the full erotic expanse of magnificent ass.
My penis throbs as you shift to let me
slide into slippery, soaking glorious pussy.
We are as one, barely moving but joined, touching in
the one true way, as I explode into you, sweet release.
In time we drift off to blissful satiated sleep.
Reading "Spies of the Balkans" by Alan Furst, one of my favorite novelists. He can really make you feel like you are in the locations he writes about: the rainy streets of Paris, Warsaw, Prague, Salonika. He writes great sex scenes as well, not explicit but very erotic. I love good writing.
