Too Cold to Worry about "The Rules"

sirhugs

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As it's a windchill minus 25 celsius here ( that's COLD in Fahrenheit, American readers) I can imagine all sorts of taboos being broken in the interests of keeping warm if a couple (or more) get stranded in a snowstorm, or the heat goes out, or the car won't start....

~family members
~interracial
~mature/first time
~same sex
~very married religious married but not to each other...
 
As it's a windchill minus 25 celsius here ( that's COLD in Fahrenheit, American readers) I can imagine all sorts of taboos being broken in the interests of keeping warm if a couple (or more) get stranded in a snowstorm, or the heat goes out, or the car won't start....

~family members
~interracial
~mature/first time
~same sex
~very married religious married but not to each other...

Family members would be awesome. I remember reading a story a long time ago about a family of 4, the mother, her son & two daughters. They got stranded in a cabin & there was no wood to start a fire. They all slept in the same bed & things happened at night between the son & his mother. It was really arousing to read the story.
 
My usual couple: Me, the huge but under-endowed husband. My wife, gorgeous but sexually naive and prudish.

We've rented a cabin near a major ski resort. A blizzard comes in, and we're snowed in, without power, or phone. Fortunately, the cabin is heated by firewood. We're upset that we can't ski, but not overly so, as the storm is expected to pass within 24 hours. Actually, I'm hoping for a little action, though I don't have high hopes, given my wife's sexual attitudes. Little do I know...

A sudden loud bang comes from the cabin door. I rush to it, only to find a young man collapsed on the doorstep. He's half-frozen, and incoherent, obviously suffering from hypothermia. At my wife's instruction, I carry him to the bedroom, strip him of all his clothes and put him under the covers. He's tall and wiry, and I'm surprised to note, he's not much bigger than I am in the cock department She insists I go for help, while she ministers to him.

Try though I might I can't make any progress through the snowstorm, and return to the cabin after several hours. My wife is sitting in the livingroom in a terrycloth robe, a far away look on her face. As I enter, she gives me an enigmatic smile, which turns devilish when I tell her I couldn't get through to the main resort.

"Honey, you look pleased to hear that, what's going on?", I ask.

"He's sleeping now", she replied enigmatically.

"And", I ask.

She sidles up to me and starts to tell me, "He started to shiver uncontrollably just after you left. I knew I had to help him, honey. I knew I needed to share my body warmth, I've read about it."

"You got in bed with him?", I ask.

"I did, I had to honey. But," she pauses and looks at me like she's been naughty, but there's no sign of regret. "he wasn't getting enough of my body heat, so I had to undress."

I realize she's not wearing anything under the robe, and manage to croak out, "Did that work out?"

She smiles, and says, "Yes, he stopped shivering and fell asleep soon after." Then she gives me another naughty grin as she asks, "Did you know that extreme cold shrinks a man's cock?"

I'm shocked, as she never uses that word, and I ask, "Cock? Honey you don't use that word."

She bites her lip and states. "Well, when he warmed up, his 'thing' - is that better, honey? - went from a soft 2 inches like yours, to about 6 inches. Then he woke up with my naked body against him, and it reached a full ten inches."

"Shit", was all I could manage.

"I was shocked. honey. I told him I had no idea penises got that big. And then he whispered in my ear. And that's when I said it for the first time."

"Cock?", I asked.

She giggled and said, "Yeah. More specifically, I said 'Well, I've never done that before, but I'd love to suck your huge cock'. After awhile I told him, 'I love your cock, please put that big fucking cock in my pussy'. And, as he slowly slid it in, I chanted, 'More cock, please, more cock.' as I came again and again. So I'm glad help isn't on the way, 'cause more cock is going to be my mantra until this storm let's up."

And why is it, again, that you don't write these stories?
 
Part of it's sheer laziness. Another part is that I prefer to SRP them, as I find it more exciting to get someone else to play the wife, her reactions, within the suggested guidelines are a bigger thrill, when I don't know exactly what's coming. Finally, there's the grief that even the best LW stories now get from the LW trolls.
The first part makes a little sense. But the last part...FUCK the trolls.
 
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