The power, the beauty, Mother Nature reminding us who the boss is. My hand drifts between my legs as I bend at the window, watching Gaia’s performance across her valley.
Lightning like an electric charge, makes me tingle; thunder making me shiver, the rain joins my moisture. Now he takes advantage whenever a storm starts.
“Yes,” I sigh as he slides into me where I am leaning on the sill.
Slow, steady; holding my hips. A hard thrust with every flash; a spank with every crack. Two more heavenly sounds fill the night air.
These really are my favourite things!
