Summer and the fire in my belly

Finally summer arrived in the frozen north. And it has really been an extraordinary cold winter, and the cold lasted thru may.

But then, finally the sun came with warmth and the fantastic light. I've been here for almost 8 years now, and I have gone totally native.

Like the others I put on the least clothes I can get away with and spend as much time outside in the sun that I can manage. I love to sit outside on a sidewalk café with a beer just soaking up the sounds and smells and sights of the northern summer.

All my longing for my native south cal climate disappears with the cold.

Many people here think southern California have no seasons at all. I have tried to explain to them many times that we do, native californians have no trouble keeping the seasons apart. But living here you come to understand that the change of season can be monumental and represent a change between arctic and equtorial weather in the space of a day. (well, almost)

Then there is that special effect of the summers arrival.
The ants.
Not the ones in nature, but the colony that suddenly has established itself in my lower belly.
The ones that make my cunt so wet at inapropriate times, so that I have to break my habit of not wearing panties in case people will notice the drip.

There is a strange thing about this particular horniness. I do not long for my usual solutions as much. I don't look for wild SM sex. (well, at least not as much).

What really satisfies me at this time is tender, soft, lingering, affectinate vanilla girlsex. Slowly rubbing cunts with a close girlfriend.

Clean sheets on the bed. A bottle of cold white petite Chablis in a cooler on the nightstand, a naked girl with a friendly smile in my bed.

I challenge anyone to come up with a more pleasant scenario