Kiss Away The Cold

Feel the heat. Femdom Erotica. Episode X27.

There is only one good thing about winter. But it’s so good that it almost makes up for everything else.

They were visiting his childhood home. It’s in a northern state during a cold winter. She grew up in the sun, and has no real experience with actual cold. Her time in the snow is limited to ski lodges, and her experience with ice is primarily cold drinks on the beach. She was filled with bravura when they planned this trip. She excitedly bought a new coat. She swore up and down that she would be okay whenever he tried to warn her that minus twenty wind chills are no Aspen spring skiing.

Then they got there.

On the first night, they walked ten blocks in a minus five whiteout. Little gritty snowflakes that sting like sand when they hit your face. At block four, she exploded with a string of profanity that would have made a Navy man proud.

“Why the fuck would you fucking live with this fucking shit! No wonder you like getting beat! After this, fucking everything seems pleasant.”

He laughed and she made him stop just long enough to pinch his nipple.

“Sorry Mistre..”

She was already walking again.

“Save it, we gotta get out of this.”

“There is one good thing about winter.”

“Oh yeah? What? It eventually ends?”

“No, it makes kissing in a car to get warm... it makes that kind of amazing.”

“What? Kissing to get warm in a car? The fuck does that even mean?”

“When we get to the car, I’ll show you.”

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When they do get to the rental car, it’s already been iced over. The seal on the door cracks with the sound of a frozen lake buckling as it expands.

The door opens and he is pushing her into the passenger seat.

He dashes to the drivers seat. He opens the door. He is inside and closing it and cutting off the wind. But within the car is little better than without. Yes, they are spared the wind, but the car is just as cold, and it will take ten full minutes for the engine to warm the heater enough to rase the temperature above single digits.

He hears her say, “Fuck! It’s so fuck -- “ in the space before he pulls her too him, and his lips find hers.

And they are suddenly warm again.

It’s like there is a small perfect fire between them and the closer they get to each other, the warmer it gets. The heat in their hearts flows together, soft and tender and shared. Her breathing intensifies, her tongue pushing deep into him. Her hands squeeze his shoulders. She makes a needful little moan.

And when they come apart, she looks breathlessly into his eyes.

“Do that again, boy.”

She leans in and initiates the second kiss, unzipping her coat as she does. Her hands take him by the wrists and guide his palms under her sweater to her breasts. She winces for an instant at his cold palms, and then they are kissing again, and the fire between them is rising. Her nipples are as hard as the air valve on a pool float. Pointing angrily out of her roundness. He wants then to feel them in his mouth, to suckle on them like a baby, and feel his soul fill with purpose.

But the heat of her kiss is more than purpose enough. She wraps her arms around him and moans as she pulls him tighter. Her tongue pushes deeper into him, and her breasts are heavy in his hands. Their bodies squeezed together by her need.

This time, when they part, it’s for just a few seconds so she can catch her breath, and then they are kissing again.

It’s a magical thing to feel a fire so hot and know you cannot be burned.

By the end of the trip, she will make him stand outside with her, so that they may get into the car and kiss away the cold over and over.