The cold months are almost upon us. This brings out the natural tendency to head for the indoors, and maybe the first fire of the year after a hearty walk in the countryside with a couple of close friends.
While tramping with muddy boots through the leaf scattered lawns of the estate, furtive glances and flirtatious thoughts start to brew between our loving trios.
One lady, and then the other, takes the gentleman’s arm as they adventurously hop over stretches of mud, mossy logs in the mist, and bent roots half hidden under the summer’s colorfully discarded foliage. Like the scattered hues of orange, and red, and yellow strewn beneath the now bare branches, the various garments of our heroes come to rest around the bed.
Fall is a time of costumes, and a re-acquaintance with early candle light. The flickering of the bedside wicks lend a salacious hue of amber to the intertwined bodies, knotting and unknotting in the bed. The lovers take on roles: the mater, the servant, the observer, the doctor, and the patient. Each is pleasured in their turn—two focusing on one, patterns changing like piles of leaves blown this way and that way over the grass.
Soon it will be winter. Not a time of death and cold entirely. Lovers hibernate under their heavy blankets as the world sleeps. Almost unseen, fingers and other organs find warm receptacles, burrow deep into subterranean caverns and wait out the long nights in slow, deliberate pathways.
A single boot sinks deeply into the whitest of snowbanks. A silver colored fox pounces into the snow and grabs a mouse in its teeth. A methodical buck nibbles at the bark of a stiff tree, coaxing out the hidden sap for an early morning meal.
In no time at all it will be spring again. Bodies will stretch and crack. Three lovers will stroll hand in hand over the melting turf, the creeks suddenly audible under the receding ice. Thick syrup will drip from the cracks of the tree trunks, and bees will suck at the open, heavy petals of sunlit flowers.
Three lovers will roll together on the grass, naked bodies energized by the returning sun… but not yet. For now it is only the autumn and our eyelids are starting to grow heavy. We are beginning to wonder what erotic adventures we should pack for and carry with us into our cellars, to keep us sustained through the long and scintillating nights that stretch before us into the darkness.
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