Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Winter is far  from over, but with January close to being behind us, suddenly I’m tired of being brave  and coping with wet and cold and freezing weather and I’m yearning for  blissfully balmy days when simply being outside is its own reward. It can’t be just me, I’m sure most of us have almost forgotten the simple pleasure of sitting at a pavement cafe, alone with a book or in the company of an actual or potential lover.

What about at last being able to take the off roof of the car and enjoying the wind in your face,

or even when the season gets  really advanced, taking a naked dip in the sea.

And of course the joys of  a sybaritic picnic. I know  that  things can go wrong when being a bit naughty in the open air (yes my special correspondent, Amber, I’m talking about you) but a picnic in the right situation in the right company can be so sexy. I’m a great believer in preparing carefully, seductive food and wine, lots of cushions, candles where appropriate, and of course clothing that is no challenge to inebriated fingers.

In a perfect world you might even bring along the butler to wait on the two of you, but maybe that’s asking a bit too much!

If your private little spot has been well chosen, then almost inevitably you find the two of you behaving like ancient gods and goddesses.

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It starts off quite innocently, just a kiss, nothing more than that ,

but as we all  know from our bedroom escapades, so much in life starts with something innocent and then progresses from there. Garments  get shed along with inhibitions; sometime he is the first to make it known that this is about more than food and wine,

or sometimes it is you,

but inevitably things develop that neither of you thought of when packing the melon and Parma ham. One of you could get completely carried away,

there could be an appropriate and proportionate reaction,

followed  by the inevitable conclusion.

If both of you are  of the fair sex of course, things might take a slightly different path, but take it from me that they will end up in more or less the  same place.

But having said all that, it’s still only February and all this is yet to come. In the mean time, we can still get on our magic carpet and glide off into the secret world of our imagination.

And if anyone is interested, I’m typing this on my laptop in bed on  Sunday morning and, pending a visit in a couple of hours from someone rather gorgeous, I might just  drift off to that very place now to ensure I am ripe and ready for his arrival!