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Warning Signs
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Warning Signs Storm Magic. It reminds me of growing up. The warning signs when a storm is coming in. Not just any storm, but the late summer storms after weeks of high heat. The summer heat tickles my nose as I breathe, sun burning on my back. Standing outside… wishing the rain would come and cool it off a few degrees. Then, subtly, everything changes. Now, I feel the gathering energy in the air, my skin begins to tingle and all the little hairs along my arms stand on end. The wind picks up… the sky is still blue and it’s still hot… but I can feel the storm coming. It feels to be a big one. With luck there will be rain with it and not just lightening. This is the time to run and grab all the clothes off the line. Pull in anything that might blow away or be ruined in the rain. Soon the clouds are rolling in, and it’s getting darker. This is the time to dig out the popcorn and put the chairs on the porch… we loved storms growing up. Nature’s TV. Taking a deep breath, I can now smell the hint of rain blowing in on the breeze. The other thing I loved growing up was running around in the rain. Dancing, splashing in puddles, laughing. Warm, late summer, afternoon showers are best, but evening and late night storms are fun too. But I’m an adult now…. Knowing the storm will hit soon I get everything storm-ready, setting the candles, oil lamps and matches close by in case the power goes out, and place a few extra blankets in the living room. I hurry and pop some popcorn “just in case.” By now my skin is nearly screaming from the tension in the air… the clouds have come in: angry, dark. The wind is blowing but no rain yet. Please, oh please, let the rain fall this time!! There’s nothing worse than the disappointment of rain overhead but passing us by to fall in Montana (but leaving a few wildfires behind) and knowing the 95+ degree weather will continue unabated. Suddenly, a clap of thunder… it shakes the house, and rattles the heart. It also, blessedly, bursts the storm cloud. Stepping outside to see why I’ve not come in you find me standing on the porch, face lifted to the skies. Walking up behind me, running your hands down my shoulders, I turn… but before you can say a word, I pull you down for a kiss. The storm energy is still riding my skin, and I want to dance… The kiss was possibly a mistake. Smiling mischievously at you, I say “Come on!” and start pulling your shirt off. Giggling, I pull mine off as well… and quickly proceed to strip down to bare feet. Smiling and kissing you again, I rush off the porch and out into the rain… bemused, you follow, laughing as I twirl in the yard… arms spread, face lifted to the falling water, laughing. Giving in to the joy and fun of the moment I tease you… kissing, caressing, tantalizing then running just out of reach. Playing until you finally catch me… a kiss, wet skin sliding against wet skin, a tremble… a whisper, a moan as a new energy takes over…. |
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I've always lived thunderstorms, still do. We don't get many of them in L.A., but it rains occasionally. Although I'm supposed to be an adult, I absolutely love doing crazy things in the rain without umbrella. Visit my blog It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World of NaughtyInSO, leave a comment, become a watcher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIVE AND LET LIVE Be happy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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What a talented writer you are, to make me imagine I am actually there. I've never experienced storms like this. Are you in tornado country? At times, it must be frightening. Check out my profile or and become a "watcher" of my blog FMAOPLS,to learn more about me, and for intelligent, lively, smartassy and fun discussion, with a little irreverence thrown in. "Like" or comment on my photos, and I promise I'll add more. Thanks.
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Well done on multiple levels.....
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This is wonderful, Kitten!  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Playing in the rain is such a child-like thing to do and so very, very sexy. Nice post. Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Simply wonderful post.. We don't really get thunderstorms in this area. Back East we sure did.. hugssssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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What a wonderful and evocative post! Imminent thunderstorm as foreplay. Love it! Personally, I've always found the pre-storm ozone smell a harbinger of increased creativity. Not sure why -- might be something in the brain being stimulated, might be pleasant associations, might just be simple enjoyment of storms. But most of the time I think of it as stimulating writing or other creativity, as opposed to sex creativity. Now, sex DURING storms is another story... one with many chapters! Stop in, read, and offer comments at my "swinging as seen in the media" blog, "Confessions of a Lifestyle Man" humorlife, which is also the home of the monthly virtual symposium. New post: The Virtual Symposium Returns Lets Pick A Topic
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Mmmmm, I can smell the pre-rain!!
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I know of what you speak. Thunderstorms are one reason I have always loved porches. I still want to make love, (including sex), it the rain. If you see me in the real world, come say "Hi Justskin." I always behave. Preferably not well.
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I can almost see myself there watching you. Find pleasure in giving pleasure
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I can almost see myself there watching you. Please don't laugh too hard It was a great piece of writing.  Find pleasure in giving pleasure
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Sweet friend, you just completely blew my cork. Almost level 9.
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This is my 3rd attempt at replying!! Wonder why they aren't sticking.
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