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Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife, Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara’s friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: ‘Tall and Short.’ Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

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Business First.

I had a meeting of the minds with a client but we still needed to formalize the contract. It took Ann and I a few days to write up our proposed contract. We scheduled a meeting with them for the following Wednesday.

It turned out that Ann had an exam in one of her classes and could not attend. I would have to represent us but we would have our telepathic link. This company was located over in Massachusetts not far from Barbara’s college. We had done two small projects for them before.

I got up early and drove to our office. Ann was already there. She greeted me with a great big hug. Great union, our telepathic bond started to form but was not complete. She took my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. As always making love with Ann was glorious. We finished with our telepathic bond firmly in place.

We had submitted a proposal for doing a design for them and this meeting would hopefully close the deal. I was meeting with the upper management of the company.

The CEO invited me into his office with the head of engineering and one of his lower managers. A much smaller group than I had expected.

He said something surprising: ‘I’ve observed something with our last two projects with you. Your initial proposals have always been very fair to both parties. You and Ann were the same way in executing those projects, in one case even going an extra mile. In each contract I let our legal eagles get involved and ended up with a contract which turned out to be worse from our standpoint. In fact some of the clauses that our legal staff demanded actually ended up hurting us. Well this time I’m keeping them out of it. We will go with your proposal as written.’

I of course said OK and we proceeded to sign the contract with only one change. They wanted to pay us a larger bonus for early delivery.

The meeting finished much earlier than I had expected and since I was not that far from Barbara’s college I called her to find out if she would be available for lunch. It turned out that she was, with a proviso: She would be joined by two friends.

Lunch.

We were to meet at a small restaurant near campus. When I arrived Barb was already there but her friends were not. We hugged in greeting and made small talk until Rebecca arrived.

Becca was short, less than five feet tall. A very cute girl but she seemed far too young to be in college. Barbara introduced us.

She let me know right away that she was actually twenty years old. Apparently this is a sore point with her. I could see why, I would have guessed fourteen. I found myself thinking: ‘Nonetheless, this is one sexy little thing.’

I asked her about her life and she replied: ‘I’ve been competing as a gymnast for years now and allowing that to dominate my life, but I am starting to rethink that whole thing. It used to be fun but now it is just work and while I am close to Olympic level I am not there and I doubt that I will ever get there. Barb has been introducing me to some new ways of thinking that I find that I really resonate with. With that has been a change in my attitude toward winning. Winning used to be everything to me, if I didn’t win then I was a nobody but now I see that that is just silly. I am me, regardless and that is pretty nice. Likewise I now know that I have a mission in life and while I do not yet know what it is, I am starting to feel that gymnastics is not part of it. As Barb says: ‘I need to let it unfold.’ ‘

I smiled and said: ‘Barb is quite a person, she has wisdom far past her years. She has wisdom past my years.’

Rebecca said: ‘I have read some of your stuff and you also have a great deal of wisdom.’

I replied: ‘Thank you.’

She asked: ‘You seem to have an unusual take on karma. Most books portray karma as credits and debits or as rewards and punishments but you seem to be saying it is a return to balance and a learning tool. Am I reading you correctly?’

I answered: ‘Yes. The debts and credits thing is valid as a superficial view of this law. ‘As ye sow, so shall ye reap’ goes a little deeper but it is really always about upsetting and restoring balance at the spiritual levels. The word actually means ‘action,’ any action that disturbs a balance, any balance. We can also look at karma as creating something and then experiencing the creation. Early in human manifestation we deliberately make lots of karma, in essence trying experiments. We also make even more accidentally as we blunder through life. The personality is generally oblivious to all of this but the soul is very aware of all of the imbalances. In later lifetimes we will work to re-balance our outstanding karma. Much or most of our karma is cleared in the same lifetime in which it is generated but far from all. Sometimes the lessons of a particular karmic drama are sufficiently subtle or require preparation such that a given karmic load must ‘ripen’ before it can be cleared. Sometimes a karma is so complex or involves a large number of souls such that it requires many lifetimes of work to clear. In general we can clear karma merely by bringing sufficient understanding, understanding and love which becomes wisdom, to the situation. Perhaps this is what is sometimes called ‘grace.’ ‘

She asked: ‘How do we find those we have karmic ties to?’

I replied: ‘First, we travel in groups and most of our karma stays in the group. We can look at these groups as our spiritual family and we can also look at this as an organic entity made up of a group of souls. Souls within a group generally find each other. Second, both versions of the law of attraction: like attracts like and opposites attract work. The more intense the karma the more intense the attraction. Third, the law of synchronicity is at play here. Yes, we have total free will but somehow the dice in the game of life are loaded to bring about certain opportunities and sometimes we take those opportunities. That is how I came to meet Barbara.’

Barbara jumped in saying: ‘Tell her the story of the Doolittle raid.’

The door opened and SHE walked in. Our conversation stopped as a stunningly beautiful young woman entered and headed towards our table. She was tall, about six foot, four. She was wearing a simple dress, long sleeves, high neckline, long flowing skirt, medium blue in color. The fabric was fully opaque but was thin enough that her bra strap lines and panty lines were visible. She was broad shouldered and long everywhere, legs, arms, neck, narrow waist, flat tummy, proud bosom- large, very large, but somehow not on her, straight blonde hair going almost to her waist.

I found I was responding to her presence with an erection. I thought: ‘What in the world is happening here? I don’t remember ever responding to a girl like this before. I need another woman in my life now like I need a hole in my head.’

Still the feeling of lust was almost overpowering. The idea of a past life connection should have been obvious but that did not occur to me at that time.

Barbara introduced her as Zena.

When she heard my name she smiled and said: ‘I’ve read some of your writings. I lo
ve your work – you make me think that there is hope for this world.’

I replied: ‘It all works out when we let it.’

Zena responded: ‘That’s easy for you to say.’

Barb jumped in: ‘Do I hear some self pity?’

Zena replied: ‘ It’s hard to not go there sometimes. There are a bunch of parties at Umass this Friday night. Every other girl on our floor has a date but I still have never been asked out on a date. Here I am a college junior and I’ve never been on a date. How do I let myself get a date?’

I was sensing a tremendous loneliness in Zena.

I reached over and squeezed her hand. She stared at me, not joy, not fear, not anger, but curiosity.

I felt electricity. I wanted her – sexually.

I responded: ‘Don’t worry. He will come.’ Then I asked her about her life.

She talked about her childhood and how she was mostly very comfortable being alone. She said that she liked to read and liked long walks alone in the woods. She found great serenity just sitting quietly by herself. ‘Even now I love to just go and sit by the pond.’

She explained that it was a good thing because she was teased throughout grade school on account of her height. If I wasn’t being teased about my height I was being teased about my brain. In high school the teasing intensified and she was also teased about being a late developer. ‘It’s tough being the tallest one in the class but it’s even worse when you are the only girl without boobs. Then all of a sudden they showed up and I was still teased but for a different reason.’ With the TV show Xena, Warrior Princess the teasing escalated even further.

All through grade school and high school she felt that she really had no friends. Some acquaintances, yes but no real friends, no one she felt safe with.

She explained that this included the adults in her life: Her priest had tried to molest her sexually and her parents would not believe her. Fortunately she was able to stop the priest.

She explained that Becca was a new experience for her: Someone who really wanted to be her friend. She leaned over and touched her head to Rebecca’s.

She was also becoming good friends with both Barbara and Connie.

The waitress arrived and took our orders.

Zena commented: ‘I wish I could be more like Barbara.’

I asked her: ‘In what way?’

She replied: ‘Barbara is so smart and so confident. She is so easy with people, friendly all the time. She has her life under control. I’m sure she never had a problem getting a date, although I’ve never met her boyfriend.’

Barbara jumped in here saying: ‘If you only knew. Matt here is the only man in my life so far.’

Zena looked startled: ‘Matt is your boyfriend??’

Barb replied: ‘Yes, the only man to kiss me, the only man to see me dance, the only man to dance with me, the only man to see me nude, and the only man to share my bed. He arrived in my life literally out of nowhere. Yes, he is my boyfriend but also my sisters’ and Connie’s too. He is also married.’

Zena exclaimed: ‘Oh, My god! Really?’

Barbara answered: ‘Yes, really. I never had any guy that I would have even considered going out with ask me for a date in high school. Instead I had a jerk grabbing my boobs.’

Zena repeated: ‘Oh my God, really?’

Barb answered: ‘Yep, finally I punched him. I knocked him out cold. No more problems. No one asking for a date either. Actually I didn’t really want one until Matt showed up.’

Zena looked at me and then asked: ‘Back to my question. How do I let myself get a date?’

I responded: ‘First and foremost: Stop worrying about it. Worry actually tends to put up shields. Which is just what you don’t need. You are very beautiful. That and being tall both tend to scare the nice guys that you want. I have a feeling there is a really nice girl inside but she’s scared, let her out. Find some activities that you think are fun where guys are there too. Then relax. Totally avoid the bar scene and the frat party scene. You don’t need either and I suspect you would not be happy in either and it would show. But let me ask you a question: How did you end up here at this college?’

She replied: ‘No choice, my mom went here.’

I replied: ‘Oooh Kay. It sounds like things are conspiring for you to wait. You know, it is better to be a virgin at twenty than a mother at fifteen. Anyway trust in synchronicity. The guy you want will show up in some totally unexpected way in some totally unexpected place.’

Becca piped up: ‘Synchronicity again. You were going to tell about some raid.’

I said: ‘Ah yes, the Dolittle raid. Synchronicity offers possibilities, not guaranteed results. Early in World War two. We planned an air raid on Tokyo. It was a symbolic gesture, we did not expect to do any real damage. Sixteen army bombers were to fly off of an aircraft carrier, bomb Japan and then fly on to China. One day before our ships were in position they were spotted by a Japanese fishing boat. We sank the boat but assumed it had radioed our presence. The decision was made to launch the raid immediately. As our bombers flew over Tokyo a Japanese plane flew through our formation. It was not attacking our planes and none of our planes fired at it. Had we shot it down the war would have taken a very different turn since prime minister Tojo was in that plane. I suspect that had any of our gunners been in a really intuitive space he would have fired.

Zena said: ‘That’s quite a story.’

I continued: ‘Synchronicity offers us opportunities, the more intuitive we are the more apt we are to take advantage of them. That is how I met the Wells family. You might want to read Barb’s sister’s book: ‘ The Integration of Intuition.’ ‘

She replied: ‘I already have and it’s awesome.’

I asked: ‘Have you met Ann?’

She responded: ‘No, but I’m looking forward to meeting her.’

Our food arrived.

We paused to eat. We all seemed to be hungry.

Zena asked: ‘Do you really think I’m beautiful?’

I replied: ‘Oh yes, stunningly beautiful and sexy too.’

She beamed. Saying: ‘Thank you. Sexy, really?’

I nodded. My mouth was full.

We continued to eat.

Barb asked Zena: ‘Do you want to meet Ann?’

Zena Nodded.

Barb continued: ‘This weekend?’

Another nod: ‘Yes.’

Zena then said: ‘And I can drive.’

Barb pulled out her cellphone and said: ‘Let me see what I can arrange.’

She called Ann and soon it was all planned. Zena, Becca, Connie and Barb would come over Friday night and stay into Sunday.

Barb then called Connie who reluctantly had to bow out. She had a paper to write.

I commented to Zena: ‘We choose our parents and we choose our bodies. A soul gives a great deal of thought to this. It wants an optimum platform to accomplish its task. If we mindfully accomplish our tasks, our dharma, the reasons for those choices tend to become obvious. Most people however do not have a conscious awareness of their dharma, even if they are doing it.

Some people will argue with this, saying that if it worked that way we would all choose rich parents and beautiful bodies. I will suggest however that rich parents and beautiful bodies both will often turn out to be more a curse than a blessing.

Many people, probably most, never consciously take on their dharmic mission. Sometimes it will be thrust on them, sometimes in subtle ways and sometimes it shows up like a sledgehammer. Usually however what happens is that the soul delivers a steady stream of hints to the personality. The problem is that the personality is free to ignore or misinterpret those hints. You are obviously an intuitive person. Perhaps you will be able to apply that intuition to discovering just what that dharma is. I suspect if and when you understand that you will be much happier with your body.’

Zena asked: ‘Say more about dharma.’

I replied: ‘Dharma liter
ally means ‘duty’ and is sometimes used to mean the teachings of the Buddha but it also means life mission. Before we incarnate we as souls make an agreement with the universe to accomplish certain things in the next lifetime. It may be to learn a particular lesson. It may be to balance a particular karma. It is often something to help others, sometimes a specific other and sometimes others in general. It may be minor or not, all the way to world changing. Sometimes the dharmic task is performed solo and other times a soul will be part of a team. If a soul is part of a team synchronicity tends to pull the team together. For example Barbara’s sister Ann and I have something to work on together.’

We went back to discussing synchronicity as we finished our meal.

Barbara looked at her watch and said: ‘I’ve got a class. Got to run. See you Friday.’

I stood and we shared a really nice hug and a short but sweet kiss. Barb headed out the door.

Rebecca stood and looked somewhat longingly at me saying: ‘Can I have a hug too.’

I replied: ‘Of course.’ and took her in my arms sort of bending her backwards in the process.

She grinned and said: ‘Oooh, I like your hugs.’

I looked at Zena and held my arms open. She bent forward to bring her head close to mine and we hugged. She looked very happy.

I wanted that girl. Oh, how I wanted her. I wanted them both.

We all headed out.

Call .

That night I called Barbara. I explained my situation: That I found myself in pure lust for Zena and had no idea why or what was going on.

I said: ‘This is totally crazy. I’ve never felt lust for a girl like this ever. Here I am in my seventies with five wonderful loves already draining me dry. Why should I be reacting like this? I like to think of myself as at least somewhat spiritually aware. People who are spiritually aware should not find themselves caught in lust. I love you, Connie, Joyce, Janet and Ann plus Cindy, your mother and Fil. I can’t say I love Zena but I sure want to screw her. This should not be happening. But it is and I do not know what it means or how to handle it.’

I asked her just who Zena was.

She replied: ‘I don’t know how to answer your question. I am not aware of any particular past life ties although I would not rule that out. What I am aware of is a beautiful aura. Both Becca and Zena have beautiful auras. They are truly nice people.’

I answered: ‘I know and I’m afraid I might hurt them.’

She said: ‘Come-on Matt. Trust yourself. You are the kindest, sweetest man I’ve ever met. Not to mention the most spiritually aware.’

I replied: ‘Maybe that makes me more dangerous. I don’t understand the energies here. I cannot get a reading on her spiritual energy – My lust overpowers it. I want sex with Zena and part of me doesn’t care how. For starters I want her out of her clothes. The pull is insatiable.’

Barb said: ‘That makes a certain amount of sense. You like girls in general to be out of their clothes. When I am with you I like being out of my clothes.

‘Let’s try this. We can try our link and see if that gives us any insight.’

She said: ‘OK.’

She began to sing our song and our merging was every bit as complete as ever. I felt love flowing out. Not as much as usual but to my usual list plus Becca and Zena. We stayed linked for about fifteen minutes. Pure bliss.

When it ended I felt a certain rightness in things.

She said: ‘I don’t have any new answers, just a sense that we should all go with the flow. Let it unfold. There is beauty in this – great beauty. Surprising beauty.’

We ended the call.

Later Ann and I telepathically communicated about this. She understood completely but didn’t have any answers either. She reiterated Barbara’s advice: ‘Trust yourself.’

Another call .

Barbara called me later. Zena had just come to her room and described how she had just had an amazing experience. She said the she just felt incredibly loved: ‘It was like I was being totally accepted, totally loved, just as I am. Everything was beautiful. I was beautiful and it lasted fifteen minutes.’

Ann was listening in telepathically. She said: ‘Heavy karma or heavy dharma.’

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The sun is high, reverberating on the fresh snow at the sides of the road. Seeing were he was headed, had started to get really difficult for Ethan since the clouds had parted. Fortunately, they have finally arrived. It had been snowing for the whole night, so the area surrounding Isaac's cabin seems all the same. The letterbox is the only hint of where the driveway is, under that thick white blanket. "Dude, we have to shovel all this snow here as soon as possible or people won't be able to...

Teen
4 years ago
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Let it Snow

Let it Snow By Shawna Stimple The weather outside was frightful on December 24th, as Marshal Wagner drove north on I-89, towards his family's cabin, in northern Vermont. Freshly eighteen, he had somehow talked his parents into letting him come up a week early for a little skiing. He was strangely responsible, in that he didn't throw any crazy parties, or have a different girl over every night, however he was irresponsible in his grooming, and still hadn't...

3 years ago
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Let It Snow

“I’m sorry love,” Jason said into his mobile phone. “It just fell down and there’s no way we can get any further up here on the moors.”The snow was unexpected and sudden and had caused a white-out. The high moor road was open and desolate and the white sheet had quickly drifted and blocked any forward progress and retreat.“Yes, she’s safe and here. Can you let the rescue teams know where we are, please. We’re in good shape. I filled up before I picked Callie up and I’ve got some drinks so...

2 years ago
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White Roses in the Snow

Lisa arrived at the ski lodge just past 5 p.m. on Friday evening. The snow was falling at the rate of an inch every hour, and if it had not been for the 4-wheel drive Tahoe she had borrowed from her neighbor, she wouldn't have made it. With all the fresh new snow, this weekend promised to be an exciting one on the slopes. She looked around the large sitting room of the lodge. No Michael to be found. Michael was her boyfriend of 3 months. They met in the community college where they were both...

1 year ago
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Snow

I'm sometimes amazed at what people will tell you about in chat rooms. The cloak of anonymity helps of course. You know I like to retell and embellish these stories in first person. I guess I just like to imagine it was me. ;-) ********* This started a couple years ago. But as a prelude, there were troubling things happening inside me. I was 35. When we first met and in the early years of our marriage, my husband and I were like rabbits. Every opportunity, every place, every part of our bodies...

Cheating Wifes
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In From The Snow

They were almost snowed in. The road had just closed, and no one could bother them for a full day, maybe two. Virginia lay back on the down featherbed, her husband Keith groaning with pleasure as he moved into her. He was a dark silhouette against the blue-white light of a snowy late afternoon. She loved the feeling of his smooth, strong body moving against her. She felt the little twitches in his hips that meant he was close. Virginia pulled her knees up, tilting her hips to take him deeper....

Interracial
4 years ago
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A Little Walk In The Snow

In 1967, I was living with a girlfriend, 10 miles north of Aspen, Colorado, in a little cabin on Elk Mountain, high in the Rocky Mountains. We were attending a dance at the Aspen Inn. I had been living with Sherry about three years off and on and our relationship had not always been smooth sailing. Sherry was twenty-four, hazel eyes, brown hair, and light complexion with lots of freckles. Although not beautiful, she had a cute pixy look and a sweet figure which made her sexy as hell. ...

2 years ago
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Deep Snow

Cynthia and Rob sat on the bearskin rug, warming their feet by the fire. Cynthia was sitting between Rob’s legs, her hands wrapped around her Cafe Vienna, terry robe wrapped around her, and she was leaning back against Rob’s chest. She felt the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his breathing. The fire warmed their skin, their love warmed their insides. It had been a cold trip from the hot tub, through the snow that had accumulated on the deck, back into the cabin. She didn’t expect...

3 years ago
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Let It Snow

‘I don’t think you can leave anytime soon, Alyson,’ Michael smirked, ‘the snow is nearly covering my door.’ ‘But I need to get home!’ I protested. My boyfriend walked over to me from the window and wrapped his arms around my waist. ‘Baby, it’s cold outside,’ he murmured, lightly kissing my neck. ‘My dad will be worried, and it’s Christmas Eve, and I need to visit my grandma!’ I whined. His kisses raised goosebumps all around my body and I stroked Michael’s almond colored hair. ‘Are you...

4 years ago
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The Snow

The snow was falling heavier now, it hadn’t taken long for it to settle. ‘Amazing what a difference a couple of hours had made’, she thought. When she’d left it was cold but had given no indication of what was to come. She quietly cursed her independent streak and for not the first time that afternoon, she wished she’d simply stayed in. But no, foolish as she was, she’d thought a quiet walk in the countryside in the middle of winter would be a good idea. She realized she was at least half...

2 years ago
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Blood And Snow

You trek through the mercilessly deep snow, unable to differentiate your own skin at times as the blinding light blends your vision together. You've been lost for hours, days, years even. At first, every tree seemed the same and you were certain that you were walking in circles, but now you can't seem to see a single tree. You're exhausted, the frost slowly seeping into your skin as you push your way through endless snow. Your arms and legs are almost entirely numb, and you lost the ability to...

Fantasy
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Cold Snow

Princess Zelda ran through the cold snow, out of breath and terrified. Behind her, gaining quickly, was a large black moblin, roaring and giving chase through the woods. Sprinting at top speed, she dashed between trees to try to lose him. However, the monster was much faster than her. Entering a clearing, Zelda braced herself to give every last bit of energy to escape, before being struck in the shoulder by the beasts large hand. She cried out in pain, landing in snow. Struggling to get back on...

2 years ago
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Its Snowing

It’s Snowing My teenage daughter thinks that looking good outweighs being comfortable. So needless to say she runs around in micro miniskirts, sexy blouses, and occasionally a bra. In essence she drives me freaking crazy. I think that she does it on purpose too. That brings us to the fall when we were going out into the woods in search of colorful leaves for a collage that she was planning for a school project. I suggested that she dress warmer and bring a coat but that didn’t go...

4 years ago
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Lost in the Snow

Thank God, it’s finally done. If anybody had told me how annoying organizing a big wedding would be, I would have refused the whole thing right away. But as it is the norm with such things, the whole ugly truth is revealed gradually. And most of all, when it is too late anyway. I’ve been married before, blissfully happily married indeed. And I finally could fully appreciate the fact that my deceased wife Julie had settled for a small wedding. It was a beautiful, intimate ceremony without much...

2 years ago
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Let It Snow

She didn't know why, but she just couldn't get the song out of her head, although it was snowing quite heavily. It was typically a Christmas song, "Oh the weather outside is frightful, inside it's so delightful..." and she wished she was inside her apartment instead of trying to get to it in the mounting snowfall. Her Crown Vic swayed slightly as she applied too much gas and she worked to correct her fishtail, finally straightening out again as she neared the intersection and began to slow...

4 years ago
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Love in the snow

From where I'm sitting, the view is indeed beautiful, but I know that what you're refering to is the deep, crisp and very very white snow that's surrounding us in our forest cabin. A cabin that's situated only three miles south of the arctic circle in deepest darkest Finland, and I mean deepest darkest, because at this particular time we're only experiencing four hours of daylight every twenty four hours. As I walk up behind you I can't help but be entranced by your loveliness. So...

3 years ago
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Hot Tub and Snow

It was a cold January day which found me sitting at my computer wondering how I would entertain myself. With the snow flying outside the prospects of finding something fun to do dwindled as the minutes seemed to crawl by. Being lulled into the glow of my screen it was a shock when my phone vibrated in my pocket snapping my mind back to reality. Looking at the screen a simple message flashed, “I’m coming, be ready.” Now this message came from one of my closest friends. Her name is Kelsey and...

4 years ago
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Marooned in the Snow

It was one day in early January, when the north wind blew strongly, and you just knew there was snow on the way. I was away from home on business in London, and was looking forward to being back at home. Hotels are all very well, but the comforts of home are hard to beat. I’d been single for about three years, after my wife, Rowena, and I had divorced after 15 years together. It had been amicable, and as she was a successful career woman herself, we parted on equal terms. We had had no...

3 years ago
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Snow

I open my eyes, waking myself from the slumber of my sleep and I stare at the white ceiling. I woke up nicely, as if a kind soul led the way from the world of dreams to the world of reality, dismissing me like an old friend looking forward to meet again the following sleep. Content and still disoriented from the sleep I close my eyes again and try to feel my body waking up. Spread out on the bed like a snow angel I feel my limbs coming back to life as my heart beats faster to pump the cold...

3 years ago
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Fucking in the Snow

an experiencelast week we were , my wife 34, very beautiful red hair , big hanging tits and a shaved pussy and I always 46, really nice big Fickschwängel and every day on my Fickfotze ….we actually come from NRW, last week took my mum in law our daughter for a week and we went Stubeital to ski , relax down. on 2 Evening we were on a ski chalet, it was a great atmosphere and the waiter served and was a nice full , about 190 , very good figure and bald head , I saw that my wife found him cute . I...

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Stuck in snow

Couple minutes later I get a text asking if I'm home from my ex I said yea why? Then she called to ask if I could see a car stuck in snow when I said yeah who is it she said its my sister if u could help her ill stop by tomorrow and thank you properly sir. I thought bout it and I've always heard she was a slut so I said yeah ill see wat I can do. Hung up got dressed went outside met her sister. After a little digging and rocking her car slid right out no problems. She parked got out happy...

4 years ago
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Let It Snow

Gabriel's Christmas party, the previous Saturday, had gone very well. As expected, the food was excellent. I certainly knew the menu by heart. Gabriel also had an extensive selection of single malts, and I got to sample a few that I hadn't tried before. Despite the fact that Gabriel's wife of 20 years had left him, six months before, the house and decorations were up to his usual standards. In their relationship, he was the one with the love of all things Christmas. In addition to...

2 years ago
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The Line in the Snow

Special thanks to Jack Murtagh for his exceptional, insightful, and annoying editing. Here’s to you, white man. ;D Disclaimer for Tolkien nerds: I never read Tolkien, it’s a coincidence. The last snowflakes had fallen, and the tread of leather boots through snow should have turned the single road running through Jinnsfjur to a muddy slush. It had largely remained its pristine white however, as the inhabitants of the village now only ventured outside when they needed to. That was, aside from...

2 years ago
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When It Snows

The sudden cold snap at the beginning of March caught everyone on the hop, even though the Met Office had been forecasting snow for a week and were very specific in the detail of their forecast just the night before the snow came. So I woke that morning to about two inches of very icy snow sitting on top of half an inch of solid ice from earlier rain falling onto frozen ground. It was very windy in sharp gusts and the tiny ice crystals of snow were blowing into drifts up to a foot deep. The...

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Would you like to try it Snowballing

"Have you ever heard of snowballing?" my wife asked me one night as she sensed my moment of climax rapidly approaching.We often spoke to each other during sex, even oral sex, which was our preferred method of satisfying ourselves and each other.Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining...

4 years ago
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Sharing the Load Snowballing

"Have you ever heard of snowballing?" my wife asked me one night as she sensed my moment of climax rapidly approaching.We often spoke to each other during sex, even oral sex, which was our preferred method of satisfying ourselves and each other.Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining...

4 years ago
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The Snowstorm

The Snowstorm Mom was transferred to a new city in another part of the state, where she would be the Store Manager in charge of the local tractor supply store. It was a good promotion for her and a raise in pay. Mom and I were on the trip there when we stopped during a bad snowstorm. We were still a few hours from our destination when we found a sign pointing the way to an old hotel. It was like something out of a horror movie. We made it inside and found no one there. Mom hit the bell...

3 years ago
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The BeginningLust in a Snowstorm

Callie had been driving since early morning and hoped to be halfway to her destination by dusk. Unfortunately, she'd run into a freak snowstorm and was forced to pull off to find shelter until morning, like thousands of other motorists. There were several motels located on the exit she took but none had vacancies. Callie thought about trying or the next exit but she knew she'd find the same results – no vacancies. Seeing a well-known truck stop, she decided to pull in, hoping the snowstorm...

Seduction
4 years ago
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Her Name Was Snowy

I guess you could say I come from a broken home. To say my family was not typical of American values would be the understatement of the year. We have no values. Most of us are either in prison or just haven't been caught yet. Because I come from a very large family, that's a lot of people who shouldn't be amongst the rest of society.Disfunction was the name of the game. There was no one to teach us right from wrong, good or bad, or even just some advice, encouragement, or wisdom. The only thing...

Humor
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The Snowball

The Snowball I was on my way home when I smelled radiator fluid inside my car. I knew right then that I had a leak in the heater coil, so I rolled my window down to let the strong odor escape. That’s when I got hit in the side of my face with a snowball. As I looked around I saw a young girl in a pink coat with white fur run into a house. I parked my car and walked up to the door. A very pleasant woman opened the door. Samantha was thirty years old and my age. She was way to young...

4 years ago
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white like snow

I still dont know who he was and why i just didnt started to run when he walk in the bus stop his sweatpants showing of a big bulge i just coudnt not seewaiting for the last bus east of downtown''when is the next bus boy''''in like 20''''that's enough time. here suck the cock cute white boy''it happen so fast i didnt have time to talk, i was help mouth open on his cock looking up at himgetting it out''damn, im not gay , im sorry but''''but what , we are alone, im not gay we are just having fun,...

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The Neighborhood MILF Veronica Snow

I love the fact that most of the women in our neighborhood are open-minded, and have a healthy attitude about sex. At first I tried to hide my lesbian curiosities and experiences, but now I’m rather proud of my active sex life. I used to think I was the only housewife on the block that fantasized about getting together with other women like myself, but that theory was laid to rest a long time ago.One event that shows everyone’s naughty side is the sex toy party that my friend Veronica hosts...

3 years ago
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Earths CoreChapter 31 Green Snow

‘I will beat them. Believe me; I’m close to gaining the sufficient strength! Then, we, all our New Earth’s kin, won’t have to hide and cower from anyone!’ Upon finishing narrating all that happened to him since he last departed Kingdom Earth, apart from the conversation with Archbishop Silternjan, Zax included every detail and made a firm pledge to Anet and Zetsa. The convoy was on the move and the hour was nearing early noon. It took a while for both women to transmit a message back, as...

1 year ago
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Keeping warm in the snow

John and I had started visiting each other more frequently since our first encounter on Halloween. We had not had sex since that time, almost a month ago, but we'd been making it a point to hang out more often. I invited John to come up to my family's condo with me for the weekend for a snowboarding trip, and he agreed. We left town right after he got off of work on Friday. It was a long drive up to the condo, so I figured I'd drink a beer or two on the ride up since I wasnt driving. We got on...

Gay
2 years ago
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First snowfall

First snowfall First snowfall ? Mistress Maria and meat were wrapped in each other?s arm nuzzling and caressing, while warming themselves by the flickering light of the log fire.? The snow had begun to fall four hours after the sun had set and an ankle-deep blanket of powdery white covered the patio.The mistress studied his bare feet.? The soles swept from toe to heel in a graceful arch.? Each toe had a pliable bottom pad and a wisp of short hair on top.? The skin looked soft and seemed...

4 years ago
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Aunt Kim snuggles her snowflake

Destiny is remarkable* I am Clara. This is based on a true story. The cabin was lit with candles....flaming hot. The luminescent scent of lavender could be heaven from across the room. I lay sleeping,as the rainstorm from outside hit the window. So, there I was in my Victoria’s style abode in slumber. When, the unexpected occurred. Aunt Kim appeared like a ghost slide beside be. And began caressing my breast with ears. Her hot kisses on my nipple burned. Burning. Burning hot kissses circled my...

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