Winter’s Wicked Whisper: My First Time Under the Snowy Duvet
Snowflakes piled on the roof of my childhood bedroom. I pressed my nose to the cold windowpane, breath fogging it up. First winter chills bit outside, wind teasing skirts up girls’ thighs down the street. My heart hammered. He was coming over. We’d kissed before, fumbling in the dark, but tonight? No turning back. Butterflies…