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Confessions of a Snow- Girl Lover 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
My pants were dropped to my knees, the cold air biting every inch of my
exposed flesh. I took off my shirt and sat down, taking off my pants and
underwear as well, exposing my scrawny 21 year old body. Now the only thing
I had on were shoes. I was shaking like a leaf, my teeth chattering in the
bitter cold. Every part of me was screaming "Go inside! Warm up!"
Every part of me, that is, except for my cock. Far from being cold, it was
a throbbing furnace of unspent passion. It seemed completly seperated from the
rest of my body, a rock hard shaft that hungered not to be warmed, but cooled.
Cooled by the only thing that could take away it's burning heat.
Snow-girl.
I leaned in for a kiss, my tounge probing her face. At first, it was a bit
like licking a snowball, but as my tounge penetrated deeper, I opened a sort
of a mouth for her. A mouth my tounge could explore. I lolled my tounge into
her mouth, exploring every inch of it. It was great, but I knew that it was
only the beginning.
I straddled her with my lower legs and sent my passion heated cock into her
lower section. Almost instantly, the snow melted, and an orifice of sorts was
opened for me. I began pumping on her, letting a rhythem begin. It was slow
at first, but as I speeded up, it got more and more pleasureable. I moaned in
extasy as every inch of my bare, naked body went through hot/cold/hot flashes
of pain and pleasure. It was so cold!
Faster and faster I went, my breath coming in short gasps, until I finally
came, the orgasm rolling through every inch of my exposed body, rolling into
my mind like a runaway freight train. I screamed and fell off of her into the
snow, where I began to laugh like a hyena. It was good- too good. Too easy!
How could sex with a real woman be anything like this? Would I ever find out?
Suddenly I heard a started "Don!" from the bottom of the hill. I reached for
my clothes, but it was too late. Caught in the act! Red-faced with embarassment,
I tried to explain myself to a bemused looking Jack.
"I could care less what your sick sexual fantasys are!" He laughed. "But at
least do them where people can't see you!"
"I thought you left." I said, looking at my feet.
"No, not me! THOSE people!" He said, pointing to a small crowd that had
formed at the end of our driveway. About 11 cars had pulled over, and a crowd
of 30 some strong standing at the end of the driveway waved and whistled at me.
"Ohh no!" I cried, "I forgot about the trees! They've lost their leaves!"
Normally, this part of the hill was hidden from the road by the leaves that
covered the big oak trees. But now, being winter, the trees were bare- almost
as bare as I had been for the past 20 minutes.
"Smile!" Someone shouted as I heard a camera click.
It was fun while it lasted, but it's "snow fun" to be the laughingstock
of the neighberhood! Next winter, I'll have to go deeper into the woods to
further explore my uncontrollable passions for these frosy beauties!
The End.
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