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Confessions of a Snow- Girl Lover 1
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Subject: Confessions of a snow-girl lover 1
David O. here friends, inviting you to hear a tale of me. It happened to me
not but a few months ago, dead in the winter of my 21st year. It was brutally
cold here in Southwest Ohio, the kind of coldness that ate through you and
made you wish you were back inside, where you were warm. This is a story of
what happened to me that bitter winter day- I'll only tell it once.
It was a typical snowy day in January when my twin brother, Jack and I
decided to go out to the hill behind our house and make a snowman. "Make it
good, dumb ass!" he hissed at me, rolling the bottom part while I rolled the
midsection and head. "Of course, of course." I said, trying to think of a way
to do this simple thing right without managing to piss him off.
We were putting the finishing touches on the snowman when Jack's girlfriend,
Megan, called up from the bottom of the hill. Jack and Megan had not seen
eachother in over three months, as she had just gotten home from college. I
noticed distastefully that Jack was as stiff as Mr. Claus on Christmas night.
(don't ask) Megan ran up the hill to us.
"A snowman!" How cute!" she said, looking at our creation.
"It would look better, if David hadn't fucked up the midsection." Jack said
wryly.
Megan looked at it and giggled. "It looks like it had boobs!", and, to tell
the truth, it did.
"Maybe it's a snow-girl." I said sadly.
"Hey David, what's the difference between a snow-man and a snow-girl?" Jack
cackled at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Snow'balls!" Jack and Megan roared with laughter, and, after a minute, I
laughed too. "I get it!" I chuckled.
"Well, Jack and I are going to warm up inside." Megan said, stroking Jack's
privates. I felt a twinge of envy. Shit. How did he have all the luck when it
came to geting girls? I considered myself a shde handsomer, but I guess he had
something I didn't.
Megan and Jack left with the parting comment not to get the snow-girl "too
hot" or she would melt. I laughed it off, and went back to work on it. I
reshaped the breasts to make them look right, made the waist slimmer, the hips
wider. Then I stepped back and had a look. Not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, it
was a pretty good snow-girl...
It was so good that I felt a rising hunger in my loins. "Sheesh Louise!" I
said to myself. Turned on by an inanimate snow sculpture! I knew that it was
ridiculous, that it made no sense, but, thinking about it, what sexually in my
life made ANY sense?
I bent over to give the snow-girl a kiss. Not bad. A bit cold, but not too
bad.
The next thing I knew, my pants were dropping, and I felt the bite of the
chilly winter air on my bare ass...
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