frigidaire...

I have no idea why, given the well-upholstered nature of its padding, but now the cold weather is here, my ass feels chill to the touch. Through layers of underwear and lycra and ... well, not such a heavy skirt, I suppose. Still, though. Why so frigid?

And I wonder how I could warm it up...
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Bahhaha, I went looking for thermal undies, but this is funnier. On various levels nobody much will understand ;) 

rough and soothe

I don't like it freshly, perfectly smooth, so much. It unsettles me, somehow, a slip-soft cheek against my lips, a silken jaw.

I'd much rather some bristle, some scrape and rasp and texture. Some biteable contrast for my teeth to try and catch, the velcro click, the matchstick strike and flare, the promise of soreness against my thighs. Leave the softness for my lips to find when they reach your mouth, an oasis, a respite.

The blood in my wrists itches, to be scratched slowly along the sandpaper of your face til they reach your wet mouth, and you bless them, kiss the burn beneath my thin skin better. Scratch and soothe and set alight.