I used to love nothing better than rainy day nookie - especially if I had a good reason to couple it with a roaring fire and some wine (or maybe mulled mead). But, ever since I got this shithole of a house that floods at the drop of a hat, I spend rainy days putting sandbags out, cussing, and staring at the rain from my front porch to see if I need to disconnect my computer and put it up high. Sucks - rainy days always were the best to just stay inside and gently make love to a beautiful woman...or nail the living crap out of a wonderfully dirty woman. Either is good, really, now that I think of it...
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