A chill has crept into the air. The sun has lost its luster and the world is succombing to longer, cooler nights.
As everyone watches their breaths become tangible mists floating on a breeze they are filled with new desires. Just like birds want to fly south and bears want to hibernate and dream about picnic baskets, we feel the change in weather and instinctively change our behavior.
Our skin now craves warm softness. From giant, sheik, comfortable knit sweaters to colorful, body length scarves wrapped around and around and around ...
Socks and stockings feel like heaven sliding over toes, around ankles and elevating past well-toned calves. The only thing more blissful this time of year than the feel of wool and cotton in myriad forms is the intimate touch of another persons skin.
When its cold, heaven is being naked and entangled under some blanket in a pocket of body generated heat. Almost any position is nice. Legs intertwined, her head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her with hands resting, rubbing her back. Maybe nose to nose like Eskimos with eyes closed. Or spooning like synchronized swimmers out of the water.
Its not about basking in sexual tension. Its about a warmth that can't be generated any other way.
Flesh must be a superconductor. By all means, let the sparks fly
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As everyone watches their breaths become tangible mists floating on a breeze they are filled with new desires. Just like birds want to fly south and bears want to hibernate and dream about picnic baskets, we feel the change in weather and instinctively change our behavior.
Our skin now craves warm softness. From giant, sheik, comfortable knit sweaters to colorful, body length scarves wrapped around and around and around ...
Socks and stockings feel like heaven sliding over toes, around ankles and elevating past well-toned calves. The only thing more blissful this time of year than the feel of wool and cotton in myriad forms is the intimate touch of another persons skin.
When its cold, heaven is being naked and entangled under some blanket in a pocket of body generated heat. Almost any position is nice. Legs intertwined, her head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her with hands resting, rubbing her back. Maybe nose to nose like Eskimos with eyes closed. Or spooning like synchronized swimmers out of the water.
Its not about basking in sexual tension. Its about a warmth that can't be generated any other way.
Flesh must be a superconductor. By all means, let the sparks fly