Before I put it where it belongs, I stop to straddle the first mound of snow. The hard-packed ice freezes my slit as I rub it along the friction-filled surface. There’s something about snow for me. I’m obsessed with the stuff. Most people find building a snowman fun, but I find it erotic. I’m crafting a perfect man, with a big, round lower body, a smooth midriff, and a perfectly shaped “head” on top.
