I pull the glass dildo from its 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. Resting by my feet is a toasty wheat-bag; another is by my groin. (Over the other side of the bed, Apollo’s feet clasp a hot-water bottle instead. To each their own.)
Why do I want such a cold object within me on such a cold night? Perhaps because I know how quickly it will warm.
Apollo is watching me, so I slip the cool spirals of the dildo between my lips, and slide my tongue across it. He shivers, and I smile. It tastes good, feels smooth. I can’t wait to tuck it down between warm sheets and 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 our 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.