Shurie Janai, 2011
It’s warm. The grass is growing. The daffodils woke up this weekend.
I want to wear less clothing.
Supposedly, that whole springtime fucking-like-bunnies urge is a myth. There’s no supporting evidence. Modern surveys suggest that we actually fuck-like-bunnies in the winter.
That doesn’t change the fact that Springtime just feels right for the roused libido.
It’s the onslaught on the senses. The color comes back; the light turns gold. It smells like grass and warmth. It sounds like life. The clothes come off.
Does it matter if it’s scientifically true?
One Comment
That looks like a good enough reason for me! I like stroking the insides of the thigh, where it’s bare above the stockings. This is one of the most sensitive parts of the girl’s body. When the dress is a bit short, I’m sure that cool breezes prep this area for touch.