I got the gas fireplace going this week for the first time this year. The temperature’s been dropping like a rock recently. It was freezing last night as Monica and I tried to snuggle on the coach to watch a Christmas movie after putting the kids to bed. We both had goosebumps all over, and blankets didn’t help. Well, after I started the fire, we both curled up right in front of the fire to keep warm.
The heat from the flames and that sweet smell of propane (which I enjoy although most people don’t) started warming both of us up all over. What started out as a few light kisses turned into some deep tongue kissing and heavy groping. The whole scenario just felt incredibly erotic and I couldn’t stop. We had soon stripped each other’s clothes off and 69ed to two orgasms each within a matter of minutes.
Santa could have come and gone and we probably wouldn’t have noticed. It will go down as one of the most memorable Christmas Eves ever.
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