To the reader. I always want to be honest with you. The weather in Forney, Tx today was quite frightful. With roads being dangerous, I am left only to my imagination for ANR. As I was getting logs from the back porch for my fire, a fantasy took hold of me. This writing is that fantasy…
As the crackle of the fireplace and warm smell of the burning wood filled the room, it was the soft light of the flickering flames upon her breasts that set the tone for such an immaculate scene. All day long, the weather had deteriorated outside. From freezing rain to powdered snow, the weather had turned the roads nasty, and wind could suck out your soul like the Devil himself.
But inside, by the hearth of the fireplace, the floor was warm, covered by a pallet folded blankets, pillows, and bedspreads. But the jewel of the moment, was the woman, who had gently disrobed, with her lips softly parted. She looked upon me and smiled, warmed by my adoration of her stunning beauty.
Moments before, she had stepped outside and invited me to sit in one of the wicker chairs. It was ever-bit as cold as I described before, but here was this woman, this fantastic woman, dressed in a flowing white robe, and suddenly, she let it drop…
She moved her hand down to her breast, holding it out. I stood from my chair, but she motioned for me to stop, and sit. I then watched as she took a handful of snow and placed it upon her breasts. She giggled at sensation, but as the slow melted off her hot flesh, I could see her areoles had tightened and her nipples was standing fully erect. The soft curves of her ample breasts were only enhanced by the stern posture of her beautiful nipples. A part of me was saddened when she pulled the robe up, and took them from my site.
Alas, we came indoors, and as described above, she disrobed, then laid back on the pallet…
Her breasts, still cold from the soft powdery snow stared at me, begging for relief from such a harsh encounter. Just as I was about to come to her, again she put up her hand and told me to stop. A wicked smile came over her face, as she pointed to the table behind me. As I turned, there I found a coffee mug filled with hot chocolate.
As I picked up the mug and turned to serve her, again her hand went up. “Drink…” she said.
As the sweet nectar of the chocolate hit my lips, it stung. Though it had cooled enough for consumption, my lips, like her nipples, were still cold from the beak wintery misery of the outside. The warm drink quickly remedied that.
As soon as the drink was gone, she raised her hand again, but this time not to tell me to stop, but with the gesture of her finger, she summoned me to come forward, to her.
The fire crackled and seem to dace to the beat of her heart. I don’t know why, but I could feel it inside me. It was a soft but strong beat. She laid back, as her eyes narrowed and her lips widened. I knelt before her. Her hands reached up and gently guided the back of my head down. As my eyes trailed down from Her’s, crossing her lips, her neck, and down the cascading beauty of her chest, I could almost count the moments between the seconds, as if I was moving in slow motion, with her breast getting larger and larger, until finally my lips touched her right breast and latched upon it.
The breast was cold to my lips, cold like ice. The snow she had held to her breast had cooled the skin quite effectively. What an oddly inviting sensation it was. The softness of her breast, clashed with the hard nipple that now run up and down my tongue. Suddenly the flesh of my lips was lifted as small bumps formed along her skin. She tossed her head back as she laughed, and shook at the feeling of my suckle. Her arms wrapped around me as she flung her head down, and her hair covered my suckling face.
She described it to me later as being quite an exciting sensation. Though she did not show it, the cold and the snow had done a number on her. She stayed outside, teasing me for as long as she could, but she was shivering from her head to her toes. I had not realized that she was barefoot when in the snow, something I don’t think she considered either.
She had made the hot chocolate earlier and came up with the idea of a fire and ice ANR session. So, after I built the pallet, she put her plan into motion, which brings us to the pinnacle point.
My lips, well warmed from the hot beverage, descended upon her breast, and the warmth of my lips sent shivers up and down her spine, causing her body to form goosebumps all over her body. The feeling of my suckle, which lifted and lowered her breast, along with the heat of the chocolate against her cold skin was so sensational that she could not help but laugh. She described this involuntary reaction where she wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her as she shivered. The warmth of my lips spread quickly along her breast as the shocking sensation faded into euphoric feelings.
As I felt her relax, she moved her hair from my face and relaxed back into the pallet as I suckled. Her breathing slowed as she gave herself to the sensation. She had one arm draped along my back and her other hand was twisting and playing with my hair. I opened my eyes, and saw her eyes, watching her breast rise and fall with each suckle. The flicking light of the fireplace reflected off her beautiful brown eyes.
In time, she shifted and invited my lips to the other breast, and something odd happened. That breast, which was closer to the fire, was toasty warm. My lips, though they had been suckling, seemed cool against her breast. Again, she shivered as goosebumps waved across her body. It was not quite as intense, but as the breast and my lips evened their temperature, she again relaxed into the euphoria feelings. She softly kissed my head and snuggled with me like a teddy bear.
As the fire began to die, what was once soft kisses and gentle snuggles turned into sleepy suckles. And in that pose, and in that moment, snuggled deep into me, she lay her head down, for a long winters nap.