Late one
Mine is an actual fetish, a thing that just by looking at it, hearing it, even the smell it leaves makes me tremle at the knees. It is... Rain.

Specifically, heavy rain during a storm. With thinder and lightening, even batter. I can do out and dance naked in it in the garden, the hard drops of water hitting my flesh and covering me in slippery goodness before running inside and drying myself off with a warm fluffy towel. Hearing the rain thump and rattle against the window as I'm curled up under a blanket, with me warm and safe inside whilst the weather throws it's worst outside. The smell of damp vegetation as the sun shines through after the worst storm, certainly make my knickers get a bit damp. I even know where it comes from.

Just after boy #2 had moved in with me and #1, we went camping for a week. One night, there was an awful storm - rain so noisy against the canvas, wind whistling through the trees and lightening cracking every now and again, lighting up the inside of the tent. What you would have seen in those brief flashes of light would have been a tangle of limbs, six hadn caressing three naked bodies, three sets of lips playing on six nipples, tongue entering mouthes and playing with bodies as some body parts entered others.

As the storm reached it crescendo, I climbed on top of #2, gripping him tight and kissing him hard, running my hands down his chest... #1 pushed me agsint him and climbed on top of me. Support my weight on my arms, two people I love both sliding in and out of me, with the howling and drumming of the wind and the rain masking our pants and groans. That is one of the few times the three of us all came together, and possible the most intense experience of my life. Just seeing rain takes me right back there in to my tent and makes me walk a little bit funny... should I move to the desert?
(stimpy, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 8:42, 3 replies)

Get yourself to Todmorden
it never stops............
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 8:48, closed)

Hahahah!
That's where I live.


And he's right.
( girlinthehole, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 9:31, closed)

4 hailstones
pumping away

clicks
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 9:03, closed)