Winter has cum. yes, you read that right.
Some lovers have the curse and luxury of having 3/4 (or slightly less) of a year to plan prep and prepare for their onslaught. I imagine Winter to be this kind of lover. I imagine She (as I style all the Seasons as female, they're prettier to me) has more than enough time to concoct new and interesting ways to introduce herself each year. I also have concluded she, like all lovers, prefers some places to others. In California, as i am accustomed to her embrace, she brings her minions Rain and Wind, and maybe taps her long time partner in crime Cold. But like an adolescent summer girlfriend from Canada, she is never too serious. it's just a fun little fling. She never really plans for the event, it just sort of comes to her spur of the moment, and although she loves us all eventually, she loves the northern regions all that much more. Up here She is not just a vixen, but a harsh and cruel Mistress not to be disobeyed. to disobey is to risk a harsh punishment indeed. For she saves her energies, her love if you will, for places such as this. I'm guessing she plans well in advance, thoughtfully making sure her first embrace is just the way she wants it to be. Imagine having 6, no 8, no 10 months to plan you next liaison. Your lover doesn't know when, only that one day you will show up, ready for battle, love in hand. She has such a life, unending, year after year, around the globe, loving us all as befits our region. This year, she lured us into a well devised and implemented embrace. Back about a month ago, She winked at us, dropped about 4 inches of snow, and turned a cold shoulder. We tasted her, and lusted a bit, and she delayed, and persevered, and denied our pleading advances, until we wanted it, badly, but had forgotten what the lust meant, really. Now, ready to go like only a lust filled woman can be, she has cum all over us, White, and Cold. The windy gust of her breath of her exhale graces my neck daily. Like freshman in the game of love, we were simply not ready, and that, for her is half the fun, half the pleasure. To watch us slip and slide all over her new skin, cursing and laughing as we each may do, white and pure as the fresh snow it is. Unprepared, some of us adapt as fast as we can, but by now, we are into the second act of lovemaking, in truth, for right after she released her passion, as she combined Cold, Wind and Rain into Snow and dropped her love all over us in abundance, she blew her own mind, almost without our involvement at all. But we are in her embrace now, that is to be sure. And she wants more, and we live in her passion, and rejoice, and personally, I can't wait for more. the next act, and the next and the next, until she is satiated, I'll be here. ready and willing to let her love blast over me, her discipline to be obeyed. hopefully, once the relationship has settled, we may give her new inspiration for next year. That is as good as we can do.
Some lovers have the curse and luxury of having 3/4 (or slightly less) of a year to plan prep and prepare for their onslaught. I imagine Winter to be this kind of lover. I imagine She (as I style all the Seasons as female, they're prettier to me) has more than enough time to concoct new and interesting ways to introduce herself each year. I also have concluded she, like all lovers, prefers some places to others. In California, as i am accustomed to her embrace, she brings her minions Rain and Wind, and maybe taps her long time partner in crime Cold. But like an adolescent summer girlfriend from Canada, she is never too serious. it's just a fun little fling. She never really plans for the event, it just sort of comes to her spur of the moment, and although she loves us all eventually, she loves the northern regions all that much more. Up here She is not just a vixen, but a harsh and cruel Mistress not to be disobeyed. to disobey is to risk a harsh punishment indeed. For she saves her energies, her love if you will, for places such as this. I'm guessing she plans well in advance, thoughtfully making sure her first embrace is just the way she wants it to be. Imagine having 6, no 8, no 10 months to plan you next liaison. Your lover doesn't know when, only that one day you will show up, ready for battle, love in hand. She has such a life, unending, year after year, around the globe, loving us all as befits our region. This year, she lured us into a well devised and implemented embrace. Back about a month ago, She winked at us, dropped about 4 inches of snow, and turned a cold shoulder. We tasted her, and lusted a bit, and she delayed, and persevered, and denied our pleading advances, until we wanted it, badly, but had forgotten what the lust meant, really. Now, ready to go like only a lust filled woman can be, she has cum all over us, White, and Cold. The windy gust of her breath of her exhale graces my neck daily. Like freshman in the game of love, we were simply not ready, and that, for her is half the fun, half the pleasure. To watch us slip and slide all over her new skin, cursing and laughing as we each may do, white and pure as the fresh snow it is. Unprepared, some of us adapt as fast as we can, but by now, we are into the second act of lovemaking, in truth, for right after she released her passion, as she combined Cold, Wind and Rain into Snow and dropped her love all over us in abundance, she blew her own mind, almost without our involvement at all. But we are in her embrace now, that is to be sure. And she wants more, and we live in her passion, and rejoice, and personally, I can't wait for more. the next act, and the next and the next, until she is satiated, I'll be here. ready and willing to let her love blast over me, her discipline to be obeyed. hopefully, once the relationship has settled, we may give her new inspiration for next year. That is as good as we can do.
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