Playing In The Snow

[UsuallyPresent]

Well, 'tis the season for the nasty, icky white wasteland to benight the northern hemisphere again. (To those Down South - WAY Down South - Congrats! Happy heat to y'all!) As such, my mind tends to wander and wonder. Why might people screw in the winter out-of-doors?

Playing in a sauna, get all hot and hot, roll into a snowbank and bump into someone interesting, letting things build from there?

The ole 'pull your passionate partner off the ski hill to fuck'?

Winter camping?

S&M with natural play toys?

Snowmobiling breakdown and snuggle in a sleeping bag to survive?

Somehow magically during a Polar Bear swim through the ice?

 

[Carnevil9]

I have some friends who host New Years Eve in their hot tub every year, naked of course. This is in New England, where it is QUITE cold outside of the hot tub. Lots of interesting things occur, and many worthy of a Lit story.

 

[sirhugs]

building a cozy pile of blankets into fuck pad in the treehouse

 

[UsuallyPresent]

building a cozy pile of blankets into fuck pad in the treehouse

Return home on winter break from college, meeting up with tomboy-now-hottie ex-neighbor back to holiday with her bestie, the three struggle into the old tree fort…

 

[LupusDei]

building a cozy pile of blankets into fuck pad in the treehouse

Wasn't quite a treehouse.

Back room in the farmhouse before renovations. The old furnace hissed but the room didn't warm up, not quite. Not quite freezing, but just what be good in a cellar.

Dad was a bit sick and sister abroad so not to go to grandpa alone for a bit postponed Christmas and new Year eve I borderline kidnapped a girl. Well, we kinda dated and she wasn't actually unwilling, but it was a bit sudden. Turned out it was -33° outside (F and C converge at -40) for the last time here (in millions of years, likely), over a feet of powdery snow over what's left frozen from the previous thaw.

Still I took her skiing. No mountain here, flat meadows between scattered groves, crisscrossed by amelioration ditches (many, actully Soviet violently straightened runnels). There's the third largest cade in an off way spot, largely unknown, but for those who can scan it, it's on a node, a "pagan" holy place. Just a few miles from me.

New year's eve we fired glitter from grandpa's old shotgun into magical star filled sky still in the same sparkling cold. I don't have the word, but you can hear the ice crystals in the snow growing, shaping to each other in a fine net. But when we crawled out of our nest next morning there was wet, warm mist over the river, the next thaw had come with a nearly 40°C (70°) rise in under eight hours. Grandpa joked we youngsters did that with the heat of our passion.

 

[CuttingEdge]

I've had sex on a snowmobile before. It was chilly but memorable....

 

[sirhugs]

I've had sex on a snowmobile before. It was chilly but memorable....

while moving?

 

[Chernosoth]

I want a back massage after shoveling half a foot of heavy wet white with more still falling.

 

[sirhugs]

I want a back massage after shoveling half a foot of heavy wet white with more still falling.

sorry all out of 75 pound geishas to walk on your back...heavy demand in winter.