Rising to my feet, I get a good look at your body glowing golden in the candlelight. I am so glad you came. You have no idea how long it’s been…
Shaking my hips like a belly dancer, I remove my black silk negligee, tossing it at your head. You catch the scent of my sleepy skin, dark and feminine, as I crawl into your lap. Your skin is still cold. Frozen. Mine is warm. Hot.
Wrapping my arms around your chilly back, I shift my body close to you underneath the fleece blanket. There’s fire in your eyes, dark desire. I’ve been wanting this since we met. You’ve been wanting it too, but you didn’t know how to find me until I got in touch. You didn’t even know my last name.
We gaze deep into each other’s eyes. There’s a moment of not knowing. Will you kiss me? Of course you will. I’m sitting naked in your lap. But maybe you won’t...maybe you’ll change your mind right now and leave.
You lean forward, into my aura of warmth. I gasp as your lips part mine. Your kiss is hungry, your mouth sweltering. By contrast, your hands are cold against my back, making me shudder. Cool to the touch but sizzling on the inside, my body cries out, my tongue wrestling yours. A fight to the symbolic death.
I kiss you hard, pinning you to the back of the chair, running my hands through your shaggy auburn hair. One kiss and my cunt is screaming for you. When your palms hug my ass, my arms tighten around your core.
That feels so good...
I want to make you feel good too, so I sink to the floor, abandoning our cocoon of warmth. The air in my bedroom is chilly, but the sight of your naked body keeps my skin sizzling. Diving at your thighs, I devour that tender flesh, biting and sucking hard. You’re going to find marks there tomorrow.
Oh, your cock is so jealous! He wants to experience the heat of my mouth too. You gasp when I take the tip between my lips. That lone gasp gets me so wet the juice soaks my pussy lips. My soft little licks along that sensitive skin send you struggling for breath. I love the little noises you make.
After the teasing licks, I take in your whole cock. My mouth is a moist room with silken walls. You’ve never felt anything like it before. When I encircle your erection with my serpent’s tongue, you produce a resounding groan, suppressing it too late. It’s already out. It’s reverberating deep in my belly. I get off on knowing my body arouses you so much you can’t contain your pleasure.
Your cock tastes of everything that is man. The harder I suck it, the firmer it becomes. I love that feeling of your cock against my lips, your cock against my tongue, your cock against the soft walls of my mouth. Giving head is a lot like kissing, only it makes me feel much, much sexier.
Moaning with delight, you speak my name. Oh, Amira, oh yeah…and suddenly you ask me to stop. Looking up at you, into your hazel eyes, I wonder what I’ve done wrong. But I’ve done nothing wrong. You want to me to fuck you. You’re dying for it. You beg me, but begging isn’t necessary. Sucking your cock has gotten me so wet that I’m just dying to feel it penetrate my swollen cunt. Not only that, but my skin is starting to freeze from the cold winter air infiltrating my bedroom. You open up the blanket to let me in. Now you’ve got the hot body and I’m freezing. I guess you’ll have to warm me up...
You hold your cock steady as I slide a condom down the rock-solid shaft. Like a hot knife through butter, your hard-on pierces my body. I’ve been waiting for this moment all week and it’s even better than I’d imagined. I feel your solid mass through my entire body. Pangs of electricity zap my spine, dispersing as tingles along my warming skin. You moan and throw your head back as I knead your cock with my pussy muscles.
When I can’t see your face, it’s all I want to see, so I take your head in my hands and hold it upright. I want to gaze at you while I ride your cock. You have the sexiest lips, Keith! Getting really close to you, I kiss them fanatically, my long black curls falling forward onto the fleece around your shoulders.
Shivers run down my spine when your hands stroke my back. When they begin to massage my ass, I know you’ve let go of the blanket you were holding. The winter air freezes a vertical strip down my backside. Moving closer to you, out of the cold, I realize that, if I get close enough, I can feel your middle against my clit as I fuck you.
Squeezing my hands around your back, I grind my bud against the hair along your pelvis. Harder and faster. Can’t stop! I kiss you like crazy, pushing my clit against your golden body while I ride your stiff rod in frenzied jerks. You squeeze me against your strong chest with those powerful arms I’ve been dreaming of. My curly hair bounces against your shoulders.
I can feel you thrusting beneath me, but I keep pushing forward to feel that divinely harsh massaging sensation on my clit, pounding against you as you thrust. I’m sure my face looks as contorted as yours does. Who cares? This agony of pulsating friction yields ecstasy, which bubbles out of my skin. I’ve been trying to keep quiet, but I just can’t do it anymore.
“Oh yeah, Keith,” I grunt, pushing my tits against your chest.
I dig my fingernails into your warm back and you release an Aaaooowww! as you come. Your heart is racing. Or is that my heart? We’re so close it’s hard to tell.
My breath is laboured. As I inhale I realize how freezing cold the air in my bedroom has become with the window wide open.
“Hey, it’s snowing,” you tell me.
Glancing upwards, we watch the first few tentative flakes of the early morning snowfall as they gust in through the open window above. You tilt your auburn head back to catch a large starry snowflake on your tongue and I watch as it melts into the heat of your mouth.
Man, are you hot.
So, what do you think of my fantasy, Keith? Write back soon and let me know.
XOXO
Amira
* * * *
Reading over the e-mail, Amira decided there was no way in hell she could send it. Hard to believe she’d even written it! She barely knew Keith. Sure, he seemed like a sweetheart, but maybe he wasn’t. What if he forwarded her e-mail to everyone he knew? All of Montreal would be laughing at her! No, Keith would never do a thing like that. Amira could tell. She trusted her instincts. Sometimes. After a balanced appraisal of the situation.
She typed in Keith’s email address, and then paused for further assessment. Keith seemed shy when she met him. Maybe he would find this e-mail embarrassing, or shocking, or just plain rude. He’d given no indication he was interested. Amira just felt it. Was the strength of her intuition enough to go on? Her stomach tied in knots while she tried to determine the answer to that question. No, she decided. She wouldn’t send the email. It would go in the trash.
Wait! That’s what Amira had been doing for the past week. Wavering. Her e-mail was great and she had to send it. If she didn’t, she would just end up doing tomorrow what she’d done today, and the previous day, and every day before that. Stop thinking and just send it, already!
There was only one space left to fill, and that was the subject heading. Out of the Cold, she typed. That was a good title. In the winter, she figured, everybody needs to take the time to come inside, out of the cold, and stoke the fires that’ll keep us warm throughout the night.
Hovering nervously around the send button in the top corner of the screen, Amira dragged her mouse in circles until it was aligned with the cursor. With one bold click, she sent her erotic fantasy off to cute Keith.
Feeling delightfully naughty, Amira carried out her everyday tasks like her heart was full of helium. If she wasn’t careful, it might float away. She felt naughty as she watched TV, she felt naughty as she knitted a new winter pullover, and she felt naughty as she boiled water for tea. After all the commonplace naughtiness, she went to bed.
The next morning, Amira returned to her computer in her polar bear pyjamas, tea in hand, and opened her email account. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she spotted the note from Keith. Who knew he would respond so quickly? The subject line read, Into the Cold.
There was no way she could open it. It might be a rejec
tion email. She had to open it to find out, though.
Two quick taps of the mouse and it was there on screen. As Amira read through, she could hear Keith’s soft, comforting voice reciting each word, like he was whispering the story into her ear. His eloquence on paper stunned her. In person, Keith had barely muttered two words in her direction. It was the tight grasp of his lanky arms that had so impressed her. But nothing could possibly surpass the impression his email would make.
Chapter Three
An Impressive Reply
Well Hello Amira,
Let me tell you how pleased I was when I saw your e-mail in my inbox. How could I forget one so lovely as yourself? It was my great pleasure to meet you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that at the time. Of course, my pleasure increased and intensified as I read your fantasy. I enjoyed it thoroughly, I can assure you. I hope you won’t be offended if I make my own contribution to your fantasy world, now that you’ve had such a brilliant impact on mine. Whereas yours is quaintly realistic, I hope you’ll find mine charmingly fanciful. It picks up where yours left off.
Here’s how it goes…
“We need to get going soon,” I tell you as you rest your head against my chest, exhausted from our previous encounter.
“Where are we going?” you ask me.
I can’t believe you’ve forgotten! We’re heading to my cabin this morning, of course. Awaiting us outside your window is Ophelia, my white mare dappled with tan spots. Ophelia will steal us away from this filthy city, where the virgin snow will be black slush twenty minutes from now. From the expansive windows of my cabin, there will be no slush in sight, not even a tire track since we’re travelling by horse. It’ll be a frosty journey, Amira. You had better dress in layers.
“You’re one to talk,” you accuse. “You didn’t even wear a hat over here.”
There was a reason for that, I remind you. You’re a knitter. You’ve made me a new hat for the journey.
“Yes, of course,” you reply. “I’d forgotten about that, but here it is.”
You extend a beautiful knit cap lined in fleece to keep my head warm. It even has earflaps!
“This is the most precious gift I have ever received,” I tell you. “And what makes it so special is the fact that you made it yourself. I’m a lucky man to have found you, Amira.”
As I watch you dress, I realize the experience is almost as sensual as watching you undress. Almost. You pull on your thick grey socks and waffled red long johns—the only underwear suited to a Canadian winter. With a blush, you express concern about appearing unsexy.
“Far from it,” I assure you. “I find your form incredibly desirable, especially garbed in long underwear.”
The long johns are tight to keep your body heat close to your skin, but their tightness also highlights your every curve. Your constricted breasts form a soft terrain that I’m dying to explore all over again. A sweater further disguises them, and a down jacket renders them invisible. When we arrive at our destination, I shall revel in peeling these garments from your cinnamon skin.
As you complete your ensemble with snow pants on top of fleece pants, and then a hat, mitts and scarf, I quickly dress myself. We can’t laze about your apartment all day, despite its warmth and cozy appeal. The sun is climbing his way to the heavens. We had best set off.
From your reading chair, we climb up your bookshelf and squeeze out the window. A majestic creature stands before us, eating snow for water.
“This is Ophelia,” I tell you. The stunning mare bows her head at the introduction. When you nuzzle your cheek to hers, I can see she adores you every bit as much as I do. Animals are excellent judges of character.
I dust the fresh sprinkling of flakes from the plaid blanket that sits on Ophelia’s back. When she’s free of snow, I hoist you onto her. You grasp at her mane with a panicked look in your eye, and the poor mare releases a pained whinny.
“Have you never been on a horse before?” I ask. Never, you tell me. “We’re lucky Ophelia is a gentle girl.” After I’ve carefully mounted the beauty—the horse, of course—you throw your arms around my waist for security. As I sit upright on my mare, I feel strong and powerful. It’s not every day a lovely woman clings to me for dear life.
Onward we travel, through the streets of the ghost town our city resembles of an early winter morning. Everyone else is hibernating, and we’re travelling by horseback.
“We must be crazy!” you laugh. But the warmth of the cabin will be all the more satisfying if warmth has been denied us along the way.
Leaving the city behind, we set out across vast fields. Without buildings or houses to cut the winter winds, they feel sharp as razors across my cheeks. I wish I could feel the heat from your body, but it’s trapped within the confines of your numerous layers of clothing. You need it, I suppose. The winter wind is bone-chilling. It howls in our ears and we do not speak. We can’t speak; the bitter cold has all but frozen our mouths shut.
When I fear the weather ahead might be too harsh, I halt the mare and turn to gaze into your frozen face. Your cheeks are stained red from the wind, but your mouth is full and still while my teeth chatter. You are the epitome of all that is beautiful. Your very prettiness warms my core. When you bestow a hot kiss on my lips, I am set ablaze.
Ophelia presses on. I am now more driven than ever to reach the cabin, take you in my arms and share in your warmth. Giddy up!
With a bit of encouragement, Ophelia carries us as fast as her hooves will allow. My powerful mare drives forward, though the wind is fierce. The snow falls like glass shards against our faces, until I’m afraid I can stand no more. The world around us is a blanket of white. I can’t even see where we are, or where we ought to be heading. Luckily, Ophelia is a better navigator. She carries us onwards through the fields, until we find ourselves safely in the woods. The trees cut the wind while the snow falls softly from the sky.
In the woods, dark lines of tree bark streak the blanket of white. There is nowhere more peaceful than the mid-winter forest, where all of nature is hibernating contemplatively and only we are awake. But wait, I’m wrong! Before Ophelia, there stands a frightful creature: a wolf, white as the snow. He creeps around us, slowly, waiting for the right moment to attack his prey. My heart beats wildly. Ophelia backs up, but where can she go when all these trees block a straight path?
I don’t want you to notice the trouble ahead, but of course you do. As much as our wolf’s coat blends into the snow, his snarl pierces the silence. You hold on tighter to me, and that’s all the encouragement I need. The only way to save you from the grinning beast is to guide Ophelia through the narrow gaps between trees. I encourage her onward. She runs on adrenaline, with the wolf hot on her hooves. Beads of sweat are dripping from my hair and down my warm cheeks. Your head presses into my back. Your arms are tight around my middle. Ophelia gallops, narrowly missing trees to the left and right, and leaping over fallen logs. Just when I think our brave mare can run no more, the beast decides we aren’t worth the chase. He turns tails and leaves us be.
Finally, I spot our destination. The cabin has never seemed quite as appealing as it does in this moment. All that’s left is to defrost and relax before a roaring fire.
Jumping from Ophelia’s back, I bid you join me on solid ground. You look down and shake your head nervously.
“It’s not that far,” I assure you. “Don’t worry, I’m here to catch you!”
After staring down at me with trepidation in your eyes, you turn sidesaddle. You slip and fall into my arms, knocking your chin against my nose. I grit my teeth at the pain. That smarts, but ‘tis better to have a warm woman in one’s arms than not, even if she is a pain in the nose.
I kid, of course.
You apologize profusely and I see in the warmth of your gaze how much you truly care about me. When you kiss me once more, I could die a happy man. Would you spend eternity with me, out here in snow? On second thought, I’m freezing my buns off! I’ll just sneak Ophelia into
the stable while you grab some firewood from the stack.
* * * *
Amira paused to swoon. How could he possibly know her so well, right down to her long johns? Or did every woman in Montreal wear long underwear during the winter months? She shook her head. Quit focusing on details! She had a bad habit of thinking too much. And, despite her drive to read on, she knew there was one simple item that would make Keith’s email even more enticing.
Chocolate!
Hopping out of her chair, she raced to her small kitchen and pulled a box of biscuits from the cupboard. Chocolate was the perfect complement to everything. Especially hot sex. With biscuits in hand, she read on…
Chapter Four
Hot Sex on a Cold Day
When you marvel at my cabin, my heart swells with pride.
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