Welcome back to Sex and Pancakes—The Winter Edition.
Oh, the weather outside is f*cking frightful.
Winter is darn right fridged. But we can get you warm and toasty with our latest piece.
We still love the occasional cocktail. We are still obsessed with desserts. And we abso-f*cking-lutely crave sex.
So we continue giving you something sexy, yummy, and fun to get you through the winter blues.
Makeup sex, lemon meringue pie, and cranberry bourbon fizz
“Asshole, don’t ever call me again.” I slammed the phone down. I never wanted to see him again. I was completely heartbroken.
A week later, my phone alerted me of an incoming text. “I need you.” His message pulled at my heart a little. I wrote back before I could even stop myself. “I need you, too.”
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at my door. As he walked in, he took me in his arms. My heart started to beat a little faster. I was instantly reminded of how much I loved this man.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered in my ear with his arms wrapped around me. “I’ve missed you, too.” It felt like home to be in his arms.
He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. The kissing became intense. He frantically undressed me while still standing at the front door. The flutter of electricity ran through my entire body.
He pulled at me as if his life depended on it. I actually could feel how much he loved me in every kiss and every touch.
I pushed him toward the bedroom. He kissed me with so much passion it gave me butterflies. He kissed my face. He moved his kisses to my ears and whispered how much he loved me over and over again. He continued his kisses down to my neck. He made his way to my breast and stalled at my nipples, which instantly hardened under his tongue.
He worked his way down my body. He paused at my stomach for a moment before he continued down my legs. I felt I would explode if he didn’t take me. He was making me wild with every kiss and every stroke of his tongue. I wanted him to move back up. I needed him to move back up my body.
Almost as if my mind was directing him, he came up to my body slowly. I watched his every move. I needed him now. He stopped just below my belly. He was enjoying this. His face told me he loved the fact that he was doing this to me. He loved the fact his touches and kisses were making me go crazy. We locked eyes and it was at that moment I realized I couldn’t live without this man. Our fight was officially over. I loved him with everything I had.
He moved his kisses to my sweet spot. Excitement took over my body. His tongue stroked me like it never had before. It was almost like he was not planning to stop, ever.
It didn’t take long before my entire body felt warm and hot. My body climaxed like it never had before. I screamed his name. I saw stars. I floated around the room and I didn’t want to get off this high.
He worked his way up my body, and all I wanted was him inside of me. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted him before. And my heart, the one that was so hurt and broken, was mended.
He slid inside of me and I felt every inch of him. Everything inside of me felt him. He started out slow and sweet. He kissed me as he pulled in and out of me.
He whispered, “I love you” over and over again as he made love to me.
I was wrapped around him and I never wanted to let go.
Our lovemaking quickly changed to hard and fast. My nails dug deep in his back. We were both screaming each other’s names as he reached his climax.
He looked at me with a sad smile and spoke softly, “I’m sorry.”
Show him you forgive him with pie. The meringue topping is light and fluffy. It melts in your mouth just as he makes your heart melt. The sweetness of the meringue balances out the sour from the lemon. My sweetness balances out his sourness. And the part of the topping that turns golden brown tastes like a toasted marshmallow, which reminds me of a cold winter night by the fire. It feels like home—he feels like home. It doesn’t matter how many fights we have as long as we find our way back to each other.
We make two cranberry bourbon fizz with a piece of the pie. We are officially made up.
Ingredients for two Cranberry Bourbon Fizz:
>> Tow ounces bourbon
>> Two ounces cranberry juice
>> Four ounces (1/2 cup) ginger beer
A one-night stand, tiramisu, and mulled wine
The holiday cheer was literally all around and I was with a group of friends for a holiday getaway.
The second day, I decided to venture out on my own to take a walk through the Christmas market, through streets and streets of lights, hot cocoa, decorations, and all sorts of yummy, mouth-watering food. Sausage, pretzel, chocolate, pie, hot cider, and more pie.
Michael Buble’s music playing everywhere, yes, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”
I ran into one of the guys from the trip. I met him the day before, and he gladly joined me to walk around the market.
The air was freezing and thankfully, they were selling mulled wine in every shop. It was my go-to when the temperature dipped below freezing. It warmed me up and after a few glasses, let’s just say things looked way prettier than they actually were. We didn’t quite feel the cold anymore.
We sang Christmas songs and laughed while reminiscing about past holidays with our families. I felt a little nostalgic and, at the same time, grateful to be sharing this precious moment with a stranger.
We spent all day together, talking, sharing, stuffing our faces, and holding tears while missing our families during these precious times.
When we got back to the house, there was no one there. On our way back, I kept thinking he was hot. As soon as I dropped the bags on the floor, he came at me to kiss me. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe we felt hot, bothered, and bewildered. But I let this stranger kiss me—and kiss me hard.
He led me upstairs. The rooms only had bunk beds. He laid on the bottom bunk and I followed him. As I lay next to him, he pulled my skirt up and he unbuttoned his pants.
I felt his soft skin when he took off his shirt. I straddled him and held on to the metal bottom of the top bunk bed. There was no foreplay. I was still partially dressed. He pulled down his pants just enough to have access to me and he took me hard. He took me fast. We were like thirsty animals who needed to feel someone’s skin for a moment. Those moments when you feel lonely or missing others and you just want to feel someone’s warmth.
He held me at my waist and I used all my strength to hold myself up. I was on fire from all the work it took to hold myself up. The tension added to the explosive organism.
Afterward, we hurried back out to enjoy some scrumptious tiramisu. What can be better than going out after you had just come? Sweaty, hair wild, and feeling passion from a stranger whom you felt so close to. We enjoyed delicious tiramisu with coffee flavor in our mouths, having a blast while knowing that this will be a precious memory.
I never saw him again, but it was a memory I will never forget. All the fun we had in one day, one night. I felt listened to, I felt needed, and I felt the most nostalgic of all seasons.
A European winter classic with two glasses of mulled wine
Mulled wine is a combination of heated red wine (Merlot is a great option), some Brandy of your choice, orange slices, and a few spices: cinnamon, cloves, and star anise.
Low heat, hopes high, and you might end up having the most fun night of your life.
Give me warm sex, a cold beer, and some chocolate chip cookies
I love counting on body heat to keep me warm during the cold winter nights. My boyfriend and I came home after working long hours. We had been waiting to be together for the first time, intimately. We wanted to know each other and take our time. Why? Because we have both rushed in so many times before.
Not this time. We were exhausted and sweaty from work. All we wanted to do was lay in bed and get some rest. We laid there tired but happy from giving our best to our day, committing to each other, and giving each other mutual attention, care, and respect. We looked at each other and smiled.
We pulled each other closer and realized we were ready. Not because it would be Instagram perfect as there was no fancy hotel nor sexy lingerie. Simply two bare humans who trusted each other and wanted to create something special out of who we were, not from outside circumstances.
We kissed and stared into each other’s eyes. We had sex for the first time, and we also made love for the first time with each other. Our bodies weren’t as thirsty as our hearts were ready to love, our skin ready to feel, and our souls ready to connect with the magic of sharing intimacy with another human being. It wasn’t perfect, but the feeling of his skin against mine and the feeling of our connection in every way for the first time wasn’t less than magical. It was the opposite of perfect: a little room and a small, simple bed, and yet it was precious.
Pijamas, tired feet, and a trusting heart. Afterward, we went down to the kitchen and grabbed two Heinekens and a package of chocolate chip cookies.
There are a few things that are as amazing and freaking delightful as enjoying a grand dessert and having intimate sex. They are both a mouthful of sensations. A spoonful of something sweet and a couple of orgasms will surely make for an unforgettable evening.
Hell yes to standing under the mistletoe and making love this beautiful winter season.
This winter, let’s enjoy the cold winter nights, toasty fireplaces, sexy time with a lover, and delicious sweets. Oh, let’s not forget the pancakes. We must never forget the yummy, fluffy goodness of the best breakfast food ever created. They are a great to-go treat any time of the day.
Winter is a beautiful season to spend it with the people we love, doing what we love. We would also add that having intimate time with ourselves in front of the fireplace, drinking whatever we crave is the best holiday gift.
We love you.
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