I am 1500 metres above sea level, surrounded by white. The wild nature of the landscape does something to me, I feel like a wild woman who can take on anything – I am fierce.

You, are right by my side, and I can’t get the image of last night out of my mind as we float through space, heading towards the edge of the ski resort. Our feet dangle playfully on the chairlift as I bump your skis with mine to get your attention.

I want to remind you about last night, when we threw our bags into the hotel room and tore each other’s clothes off. Six hours of driving now a distant memory as I clawed at your body, and you mine. My skin grew hungrier for your touch with every moment, my aching pussy so desperate to be close to you, as close as two people can be.

The overheated hotel has us sweating within minutes, and despite my faint effort to locate the thermostat, the anticipation of your tongue inside my pussy was too much of a distraction for me to find any complicated technical solutions.

Within moments, I lay there, pleasure surrounding me, edging delightfully, and not keen to come anytime soon, I have much more energy to play with yet, and you are only just getting started. I stared around the room, adorned with snowy artwork and clean lines, the crisp sheets no longer cold on my back. It was dark outside, but residual light spilled through the open curtain. The balcony doors caught my eye.

You look up at me, pussy juice shining around your lips, and the white of your teeth glowing in the dim light, your smile matching mine. I sit up with a start and wipe the sweat from my brow.

‘Hot?’ I ask.
‘Roasting,’ you reply.

I grabbed your hand, ignoring your confused expression and dragged you to the balcony door. When I opened it, snow tumbled onto the carpeted hotel room floor. I scooped some up, feeling the chill run up my arm. You look at me, mildly concerned - and you should be – because I run the ice down your sweaty chest. Goosebumps emerge over your body, the hairs on your arms raise up, and your cock pulsated with alarm.

I push you onto the tiny balcony, which had just enough space for two people to stand in to enjoy the view. You inquire about hypothermia, but I tell you that it is not your concern right now, and you look at me bemused. Your bare feet pressed into the crisp white snow, and I go down on my knees and feel the chill rocket through my core. But my mouth was wet, and your cock was not detracted from the cold - he knew what was coming…

I don’t spend time teasing you tonight. I take all of you in my warm, wet mouth, giving you hot and cold, pleasure and pain sensations all at once. I can hear you moan as I flick my tongue in the way you like. It turns me on even more, and I ignore the cold burn on my knees.

I release you for a short moment to inform you that you will not be allowed back inside until you come into my mouth. With every thrust of my lips and tongue, you respond with more and more intensity, your hands grip the railing, snow falling to the ground, your moans increase, pleasure, pain, ice and warmth all at once, and I feel the tension in your cock, and I know it is time, you let out a guttural groan, the one I love to hear and your cum injects into my mouth and I quickly empty it onto the fresh snow, the hotness of your juice reducing a small pile of delicate snowflakes to a puddle.



You bump my skis in return, which brings me back into the present. As we near the top of the ski run, a mischievous smile so broad emerges on your face, I can only imagine what we will get up to again tonight, what secret stories our hotel room will hold.