The evening began its ascent, and with the darkness came a flurry of whiteness. Bliss and I were preparing to settle in for the night and the quaint cabin, which sheltered us, was likewise being tucked in; a blanket of downy tundra crept halfway up the edifice and nearly to the eaves. I peeked out the bedroom window from the second floor and imagined standing ear high in the drift below. I yawned and my eyes teared up. I breathed against the windowpane and from the subsequent fog etched out an eye with my fingertip: two concentric circles within a sideways almond. Bliss clicked off the bathroom light and what little illumination was left from the bedside lamp gazed sleepily out of my foggy glyph to the world outside. I stumbled to the bed where Bliss had already begun to make himself comfortable and I climbed in beside him. I reached across his body and kissed him below the ear. Raising my head slightly I peered one more time toward the window and caught a glimpse of my pupil just seconds before it evaporated into the sea of air surrounding it. Just then Bliss switched off the lamp. “Goodnight,” he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too babe.” I whispered back.

And then it was morning.

The blizzard had not let up during the night. Flights had been grounded and everything in Denver that was not an essential service had been shut down until further notice. Another day was ours, just to be together. Like bandits once again, Bliss and I laughed and cuddled under the covers. I flipped the TV off and threw the covers over our heads. Beneath the covers we began to toss and tickle, kissing each other wherever our lips might land. I poked my head out of the sheets and straddled Bliss’s body. I pinned his shoulders with my hands and sat above him triumphant. I couldn’t kid myself, Bliss was much more powerful than I was, but he provided little resistance on this lazy, snowy morning. I giggled in his face and kissed his lips wetly. I was feeling rowdy and I could tell Bliss was still very tired. We both wore nothing but boxer briefs and in a flash I had mine off. I wiggled my way down toward Bliss’s crotch and muscled his briefs off of his thick thighs. He had to twist to the side a bit to get them off and I forced his torsion all the way so that he was lying on his stomach. His beautiful and perfectly shaped round ass was writhing just below me and I drew my face in toward him. I started with a few pecks to the crease at the top of his thigh, just below his butt, and I worked my way around. I was kissing and licking and nudging with my nose. I brought my hands toward his rear and started to massage him. The feeling of his toned body coupled with the scent of his sex delivered a deep throb to my loins and I quickly became engorged. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and buried my face in between. His slippery and velvety soft asshole tightened a bit at the first lap of my tongue but relaxed as I ran it down his perineum to the base of his balls and back up. Bliss was always clean shaven and very tidy “down there” and I had no hesitation whatsoever in forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into his body,