Winter, not my favourite season.

It brings the emptiness of an empty bed way too close for comfort. Now more than ever you have this daily reminder that you are actually alone. That massive cold und utterly uninviting bed with the heated blanket not really a substitute for having another person in there.

Now is the time that you need to cuddle up next to an equally cold body and let nature work her M-Net (where the magic never ends) to warm both of you up. Spooning and moulding yourself so that literally each and every bodypart is in contact with her, your hands cuddling her beautiful breasts, soft at first, and then with the temperature rising, nipples slowly hardening in unison with your manhood, blood flowing faster through veins, breathing becoming a little haggard, etc, etc, etc

Looking at that empty bed I just turned around and went back to work. A stark reminder that life is indeed what you make of it, or not.

Trusting that Hypnos will come and let me float away.

Cheers

Spot on. In my case I would (unfortunately) just have to add a blocked nose, sinus drip and chesty cough. Reality sucks!