Thunderstorms...

In Seattle, it's rare that we have a thunderstorm that says over the same area terribly long, let alone timed so that I can have sex during one. :(
 
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As far as weather phenomena go, thunderstorms have some of the best erotic symbolism. Danger, explosivity, impulse... Rain helps, too.

Finding the right moment for something like that is difficult, but that's one of the reasons its so special.
 
It's been raining all day in Florida. Makes me think of wild unrestrained sex outside following the violent pace of a thunderstorm:



Lightning like a strobe, providing snaps of a scene unfolding.

One-1000; a setting of mud and grass saturated by the downpour
Two-1000; finger streaked mud, showing paths of pleasure down exposed naked bodies
Three-1000; hair whipped with wind, heavy with water, clinging
Four-1000; a straddling movement of two bodies as one
Five-1000; a firm grip upon her ass, writhing…
Six-1000; a growl, head thrown back in ecstasy

Thunder shakes the earth and air around them…One-1000…
Beautiful. :rose:

I have a huge love of muddy outdoor sex. I used to live in Chicago, and had a GF that lived in a building that backed right up onto a huge park. One afternoon, we had a summer storm, and I was about to drag her out into it, along with a hank of rope... her room-mate wouldn't let me, though. She said she didn't want to have to come bail us out of jail for PDA. :(

But I have written the fantasy; http://stellaomega.com/her-woods-her-pleasure/
 
I've NEVER had the opportunity to do as such, but it's always been a fantasy of mine!
 
I wouldn't want to actually do it out in the rain, but thunder and similar things like fireworks usually do get me stirred up. :cattail:
 
I love sex during a summer storm. The lightning strobing, our bodies alternating in glimpses of light and darkness. The electric charge in the air and the charge of deep touch. Mmmm! I wish it was a stormy day instead of a snowy one.
 
Interesting topic.

I have to say the most memorable sex I ever had was outside in the pounding rain. Boy and I got up early to surf, and as it always happens in FL, a wicked thunderstorm rolled in. When it started lightening, we grabbed our boards and bolted for the shore, towards the sand dunes. The next thing I know he is throwing down the board and pulling me down on top of him, pushing my bottoms to the side. We started fucking and he pulled my rash guard up over my head and then off, and to this day I can still remember exactly what the rain felt like pounding down on my naked back, stinging my skin it was hitting so hard.

While I am not inclined to risk death on the beach again now that I'm older and wiser, a loud crack of thunder and streaks of lightening against a darkened sky make the perfect backdrop for opening up a window and getting in an urgent fuck before the sun comes out again.
 
There's a guy that I would LOVE to experience this with...whether he would go for it...dunno :cool:
 
When I was in college, I told my girlfriend that I always dreamed of sex in a storm. One weekend at her mom's farm we were walking through the wood when it began to storm. She reminded me that I told her about my fantasy and we began to make out while getting soaked by the rain. I unbuttoned her shirt and kissed and sucked on her rain soaked breasts and stomach. I dropped to my knees and undid her jeans and dropped them. It was so awesome eating her while on my knees in the mud with the rain and thunder pounding all around.

Guess that explains why I love sex in the shower.
 
Thunder storm at night, girl on top, curtains open and getting a strobe lighting effect from the lightning. we didnt need the rain for wetness. One of my all time favorite memories,
 
Fucking a lightning bolt

I always fantasize about a slow, heated love making session when it storms. One of those situations where you end up entwined with one another beneath the covers. The electricity in the air is palpable. You play silly little games...tickling, caressing, stroking. The darkness adds to the sensuality...shadows, silhouettes...a sudden flash illuminates your subject. All leading up to that one moment....you can't control the urge. Each touch sends you spiraling into darkness...you grab hold of him clinging to life. The lightning is closer now and you can feel it inside. The tingling, erotic tickle deep within....precisely where his dick lies. His head beats the spot with a rhythmic note. You arch your back...meeting his thrust and mouth agape. The climax comes with more fury than the storm outside. It rips you limb from limb and obliterates the mind.
 
Twice I was caught outside in a thunderstorm with my then girlfriend (now wife). Both times it was extremely erotic. Actually one of my first sexual experiences happened during a thunderstorm. Just came to mind as I was writing this. No wonder I find storms so arousing.
 
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