Sunday, February 7, 2010
There's a special beauty to everything after a big snowstorm. The air is still and clean, the shadows are sharp and clear, and the light... the glorious sun magnified a million times by the triumphant white blanket that covers the ground.
I don't even mind the shoveling, although I admit that it was daunting to contemplate tunneling my way to the street when the snow reached up over my knees. 31 inches or so. But all on my own I made it out to the street before taking refuge with an 80 year old neighbor 2 doors down who, being around the corner, had not lost power. As happy for my company as I was for hers, she plied me with coffee, a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, and delightful conversation as we sat on the floor in her sun-filled dining room while my BlackBerry recharged. It felt so good to be taken care of!
Being without power for a day and a half was rough. When it finally came on this afternoon, the re-functioning thermostat read 47 degrees. Fahrenheit. Last night I slept in all my clothes under a massive pile of blankets while the cats' ears grew colder and colder.
I went to sleep at 9:30. It was too dark and cold to do anything else. Part of me wasn't ready to sleep. I wondered if masturbating would settle me down and warm me up. It's nice to fall asleep after an orgasm. But I don't own my orgasms, so this was not an option, and I was in fact too cold to even feel like it. So I burrowed down under the layers and wrapped myself in thoughts of the sadist. His body would have kept me warm in so many ways.
As I drifted off, my cunt smiled at memories of his flogger.