I pull the glass dildo from it’s fur pouch, and a shiver goes through me as I feel the solid coldness of it. Smooth and rounded, weighted and clear, it holds all the chill of winter within itself.
Other than my questing hand, the rest of me is snuggled deep into flannelette sheets; the winter duvet and two blankets weighs warm atop of me. But not for long.
Why do I want such a cold object within me on such a cold night? Perhaps because I know how quickly it will warm.
You are watching me, so I slip the cool spirals of the dildo between my lips, and slide my tongue across it. You shiver, and I smile. It tastes good, feels smooth. I can’t wait to tuck it down between the warm sheets and my hot cunt.
First, I dig in my bedside drawer for my silicone lube, and upend the dildo so the spirals face the ceiling. A drizzle a few (cold!) drops onto the tip, and use my finger-tips to ensure it covers most of the surface. Once I am satisfied, I lift the sheets to let my arm in, and spread my legs to allow access.
I have been wet for hours, and feeling my wetness – hot and inviting – ever since I slid into my warm bed. The first touch of icy glass against my tropical lips is a marvellous shock, and I feel a shudder start at my groin and spread up my body as I slowly press the slippery dildo into me.
It’s hard. It’s hard and cold and filling and fulfilling. I push it in to the full length, leaving only the bulbous handle out. I press it up and down and it levers the tip of the spiral into the sponginess of my g-spot, a firm ball-bearing of frozen water.
It feels fantastic. It’s an ice-block on a hot summers day, a cool shower in the middle of the afternoon. It’s lotion on hot skin.
It’s a glass dildo in my hot cunt, and as I fuck myself with it and gush gloriously hot fluid, all I am thinking of is the pleasure of contrasts.
When I’m done, spent, and slowly pull it out of me, the dildo is no longer chill. And neither am I. And the covers are now on the floor. I am alone, naked on my bed. Your’ cock is hard from watching me.
Cum to me…use me…fill me with your’ lust. I’m ready, are you? Tell me how I can warm you up.
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