Oct 6, 2005
Rockin' to the Rhythm of the Rain
For those of you new to the site, welcome! Freaky Friday is the designated day for sex talk on my blog.
***IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER*** This is sexually explicit material and may not be suitable for younger members of our blogging audience.
Imagine the wind whipping up in hot, fragrant breaths on your face. The very scent of a storm on the way becomes a powerful aphrodisiac as big plops of rain hit the pavement.
Is there anything better than taking cover inside as a nice steady rain outside gets your juices flowing? Doesn’t it just feel right to snuggle up under the covers with your sweetie as a few flashes of lightening and cracks of thunder set the mood?
Sidebar: I’m not talking about hurricane force winds and flooding. If that’s the forecast, now’s the time to evacuate, not get “in the mood.” Tell him to forget the condom and put on his slicker!
There is something soothing and almost primal about storm sex going all the way back to cuddling in the cave with your Neanderthal. This kind of lovemaking should not be routine or rushed, but rather follow the unpredictable pace of a spring rain. If the electricity is knocked out, all the better! Nothing’s more romantic than flickering candlelight. Or making love in the dark…flashes of light illuminate your glistening bodies, capturing single moments of your naked silhouettes pounding together as the rain pounds overhead. As the storm climaxes with thunderous lightening and driving rain, your lovemaking crescendos to a fevered pitch till you fall away, completely spent.
Then almost as sweet as the endorphins coursing through your bodies from the satisfying coupling, you doze in each other’s arms, lulled by the rhythm of the rain.
I guess the only thing better would be storm sex…in the car!
Posted by Karyn Lyndon at 10/06/2005 10:11:00 PM