So darn hot

Posted on | January 19, 2010 | 6 Comments

It’s hot. Really hot. It’s the middle of summer and there’s a high above the country, so it’s hot and humid, with no breeze at all.

The windows are all open. The doors are wide. The fan is blowing at full speed, but all it does is blow hot air around.  As I sit at my desk and pretend I’m not sweltering, all I can think about is how hot I am. That my blouse is sticking to my breasts. How my skirt is sticking to my thighs. The perspiration slipping down my cleavage.

It’s hot. And it’s sticky. Even a lime milkshake hasn’t cooled me off.

What do I wish for right now?

I wish I was bare-arse naked in my back yard, sitting back in a paddling pool full of cool water, splashing myself under the trees.

I wish I was running around under a sprinkler in a public park, my clothing drenched and curving around me, and passers-by frankly looking on (and wishing they had the nerve to do so themselves, perhaps).

I wish I was tied down on satin sheets, spread-eagled, with a wicked lover taking delight in applying ice to my nipples and labia as I attempt to squirm away, and shriek at the sensations.

I wish a lot of things. Most of them to do with water, or ice, or chill fingertips.

I wish it was cooler. But instead it’s just hot.

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