It's muggy. We're having thunder and lightning in this part of the UK. Every now and then an icy blue streak cracks and illuminates the dim sky. I'm in our bedroom, laying on the bed with my legs splayed open, short night dress ridden right up - and the rotating fan turning it's head this way, that way, the air occasionally flowing over my lower body and cooling my damp, yearning cunt.
TLDR:
Have you ever made love in a thunderstorm? Please, tell me about it.
I'm aching to but, once again, it doesn't look like it.
God damn, do I feel lonely.