I’m not a big fan of cold weather. I hope I’ve made that abundantly clear, if only through my fondness of beaches, bikinis, and sleeping naked. I can still manage it for the most part. I don’t mind wearing an extra layer for a few months. It’s not a big deal to me. However, there comes a point where the cold requires more than a light jacket.
As I write this, a polar vortex has descended around my area. Even if you don’t know much about weather, you kind of know what that means. These aren’t just a few days that were extra chilly. I’m now waking up to temperatures that I can count on one hand. There’s only so much coffee, hot chocolate, and whiskey can do to combat that.
These are the darkest parts of winter. It was bound to get worse before it got better. As bad as that can be, there are some silver linings. When it’s this cold out, your cuddling abilities become that much more important. If you’re lucky enough to have a lover by your side, this is the kind of weather where shared body heat is precious.
How you make that body heat is up to you. Your methods may depend on how frisky you’re feeling at that moment. Just do whatever best keeps you warm.
I certainly support the sexier efforts to endure a polar vortex. I don’t have a lover in my life at the moment. I hope that, when I eventually find one, I’ll be much more equipped to navigate times like this. It would certainly be more fun than sleeping under extra blankets every night.
For now, here are some Sexy Sunday Thoughts to help warm your spirit, among other things. Enjoy!
“There’s no right way to react to the revelation that someone has been to at least one orgy in their life.”
“True team players should have better sex lives, by default.”
“There’s a non-zero chance that someone was conceived during a song you heard today.”
“In real life, it’s hard for a great love story to not be R-rated at some point.”
“Like it or not, the existence of sluts and studs are a reason why the human race is successful.”
“You have to genuinely try to not be good at cuddling.”
“Ironically, orgasms are both a course of and a coping mechanism for regret.”