Thu Dec 26 2024

Girlfriends lost in the snow are taken in and warmed up.Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010This was not going to be pleasant.The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. How brutal was this storm going to be? From the looks of the deep blue-gray clouds rushing in above my skylights, it was going to likely dump a lot of frozen precipitation, the heavy wet stuff. That was fine; these conditions make for good 'story-writing weather'. I'd gotten up here last night and laid in enough supplies to see me through until the sun returned. Digging out from under this pile of snow and ice would be difficult; I w...