This morning, as I was out for a drive in New England's "monster snow storm", I got thinking about how sex is sort of like winter driving. Maybe I'm crazy from having spent too long in the frozen north, but:

1. When driving in the snow, your car, body and mind all become one. In good sex, the partners merge their bodies. (The mind goes out the window until after sex ....)
2. Exact technique can't be explained, you just learn to trust your body do it
3. If you spin out, you just get back on the road and keep going
4. You get hyperfocused and tune everything else out
5. When you get to the destination, you sometimes have no idea how you got there or how long it took.

It beats the hell out of taking a Greyhound bus in the snow, that's for sure.

is like snow, you never know in advance how many inches you're going to get or how long its going to last.

also, sometimes it's better to just stay home!

especially with someone like you! I'll bring the bread and milk.

oh yes,

I like that spinning, swirling motion, when the steering wheel doesn't seem to work anymore,
whirling my head around,
reminding me of that carnival ride, The Zipper.

Then,  I get plowed into a snow bank where I come back to consciousness
and have to check to see if I'm still alive and that I have all my body parts.

-Now that's a Massive Orgasm!

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I wish reviews were written like this comment!