I never realized there was a word to describe one of my bigger sexual proclivities, but I suppose it’s fun to say at cocktail parties: psychrophilia.

However, I think that word makes a harmless thing sound kind of creepy, and it’s probably easier to just say that cold temperatures are a huge turn-on. For me, cold chills equal thrills…and big orgasms! 

While most people this time of year are hoping that winter will go away as quickly as possible, I’m reveling in every opportunity to enjoy the effortless shivering tingles and biting winds that are endemic to where to I live, even in the springtime. On a day-to-day level, I love it when I let the dogs out in the morning and stand there with my parka unzipped, no bra, just letting the biting wind torment my nipples through my thin cotton nightshirt until it feels like they’re practically going to burst!

Part of this might be because cold is associated with some of my most memorable sexcapades, for instance: quickies with my college boyfriend at the outdoor ice rink and feeling my body exposed during all-night outdoor fuck-fests on camping trips with various boyfriends over the years.

Now, don’t worry: I would never risk real frostbite or hypothermia, nor would I encourage my fellow cold-seekers out there to do so. It’s more like sometimes a little pain or a sharp “ping” is exactly what sets the pleasure in motion. Now, finding someone who understands the link between those chills and my clit hasn’t always been easy. But I got lucky last March when a new “neighbor” moved into the adjoining property.

You see, I live in a fairly rural area, so snowmobiles are sometimes the only vehicle that can get in and around the massive piles of snow we can get — yes, even in March.  I was out with the dog again, standing there with my insulated mug and my parka wide open when I heard the noise of an approaching snowmobile coming up the hill. The driver slowed down and came to a stop as he approached the bottom of my driveway. He waved, so I came down to meet him.

“Good morning!” A handsome guy maybe in his late thirties or early forties removed his helmet and extended his hand. “I’m Geoff, your new neighbor — or what passes as one.” He had a thick head of tousled dark hair and a hint of stubble.

“Rachel,” I shook hands. “Nice to meet you. I’m guessing you took over the Anderson property.”

He nodded. “I’ve been hunkered down doing some renovations, but hoping to at least meet people before we all get snowed in. Is it just you up here?”

I nodded; when my ex-husband took off three years ago, I got to keep our home and the acreage. “Yes — just me and the dogs.”

“Oh, nice. Yeah,” he paused and smoothed the hair out of his face. “I’m by myself, too. Uh, I didn’t expect to be, but…” He shrugged. “Not complaining.” His voice trailed off as he looked me over and smiled.

I chuckled. “Me, neither. I like it up here in the cold.”

Geoff grinned. “So I have a question — actually two.”

“Go on?”

“One, are you free to come around tomorrow night for some dinner? Cause I can grill just fine in the snow and have a surplus of fresh bison burgers. And two, how are your legs not freezing, lady? Is this your usual winter attire?”

Geoff’s eyes roved down my body, apparently mystified by the fact that I was bare-legged in boots with only my nightshirt on underneath my down parka, which hung open. No doubt, he could see my nipples were standing firm at attention — but if only he knew I hadn’t bothered with panties, either.

I laughed — and I might have deliberately reached up and run my hands through my hair, so as to give him even more of a bird’s-eye view of my hardened buds. “To answer your second question, it’s not too bad out this morning. And, uh, I don’t usually stand out here too long.”

“Well, your thighs are turning a little pink,” Geoff grinned. “So don’t let me detain you. But what about my first question? Can you make it for dinner?”

I shivered a little as the wind blew against my face. “I think that sounds like fun.” I could already feel the fun as the cold nipped at my bald pussy lips.

“Great, I’ll swing by and pick you up. Until then….” He slipped on his helmet and gave me a cheesy thumbs-up.

I laughed. “Nice meeting you too, neighbor.” I turned and headed back for the house, almost sorry that the wind couldn’t blow my parka up and flash him my ass. But I felt certain there would be plenty of time for that and more.

Luckily, Geoff was on the same page as me. We didn’t even have dinner on the grill before we were all over each other.

“Mmm, Rachel, I’m not used to seeing you in real clothes,” he teased me.

I stroked Geoff’s rising bulge. “Well, I’m happy to lose some of these layers.”

“I still can’t believe you weren’t freezing when I saw you.”

“Can I tell you something?” I figured it couldn’t hurt to see how he’d react.

“Sure.”

“The cold…it turns me on, baby. I didn’t even have panties on when we met.”

“I knew you were braless, but hot damn!”

I giggled. “It’s not like I want to freeze to death, but feeling that little ‘bite’ just makes everything else feel ever better.”

“So…have you done it outside?”

I nodded. “Yeah, in different ways. What about you?”

“I have. Although I never thought about the cold like you do…” His voice trailed off for a moment. “You want to try something?”

“What?”

Geoff grinned and led me toward the back door of his cabin where a small covered patio housed the grill — and a hot tub. We looked into each other’s eyes — it was the first time I felt like my sexual needs were not only understood by someone, but celebrated.

Geoff wasted no time helping me undress. I have an athletic build just out of necessity up here and through genetics, so I get turned on just showing off my body. I let my clothes fall all over the cold linoleum tile kitchen floor, already feeling a little rush.

Then, once more, I stroked Geoff’s bulge through his jeans. “I really want this…” I unzipped him. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day.”

At those words, Geoff looked like he had just won the lottery. He leaned back against the wall while I got on my knees and started to get to work. I love the feel of a full, thick shaft in my mouth, and Geoff’s cock did not disappoint. I bobbed up and down his length, slurping and sucking so as to get it soaking wet.

Geoff groaned. “Mmm, baby — don’t go too crazy just yet. We gotta go outside.”

He had a point; I helped Geoff out of the rest of his clothes — minus socks for the time being.

“You ready?”

“Hell, yeah!” I laughed.

“OK, brace yourself!” He opened the door.

Now, fair disclaimer: This was not at all the fatal kind of cold that January would bring — again, this happened in March, so to be fair, we streaked maybe five feet to climb into a 103-degree hot tub with an ambient temperature of 28F/-2C temperature around us and very gentle wind. Even though I am happily a cold freak, I still wouldn’t risk this in more extreme conditions.

Anyway, the rush of streaking bare-assed naked together in the cold was a thrill I didn’t expect. I felt my nipples stiff and pulsating — and my clit throbbed as the goosebumps spread up my thighs and across my ass.

I giggled with delight as I felt the steam from the tub caress my cold flesh.

Geoff stepped inside and held out his hand for me to join him. I knelt on the “bench” inside the tub and resumed my cocksucking. The fusion of hot and cold had us both going wild.

“Oh God, Rachel — let me try your warm pussy.” He stopped me. “I want to make this last.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t melt.” I giggled.

I balanced on the ledge of the tub, feeling the nipping chill on the most intimate parts of my body — and then, Geoff’s tongue. Under the water, my toes were curling, feeling the pleasure intensify. It was surreal to moan and see my breath in the air but still be mostly comfortable thanks to the smoldering hot tub. After tasting me on the ledge and bringing me to a shaking orgasm, Geoff pulled me into the warm water fully.

We kissed, but then I pouted: “But now I’m not cold anymore.” 

Geoff grinned. “You will be.”

He made me stand up and lean over the side of the hot tub so my wet breasts and back were suddenly laid bare to the newly falling snowflakes around us. And then Geoff entered me from behind.

I’ve had sex in water before and it was OK, but nothing I freak out about. This, however, was mind-blowing. The contrasting of temperatures on my skin at all times hit all the right spots physically and mentally.

Geoff’s cock was so thick that I was a little overwhelmed — good thing I was so wet! My ex-husband hadn’t been that endowed and it had been so long since I’d had sex, I felt “like a virgin” as he worked his entire length deep inside.

The wind changed and blew some snowflakes toward the hot tub; I opened my mouth and caught a few on my tongue as Geoff continued to fuck me. Finally, I felt my knees buckling as the pleasure overtook me once more.

“Oh my God!” I screamed. “I’m gonna come!”

Geoff moaned. “Come for me, Rachel! Come all over my dick!

And I did exactly that as my pussy clenched down and sent me almost doubling over. Geoff held on to me so I kept my balance, and then he pulled out. I turned around and wobbled down on my knees again, face-fucking Geoff’s gorgeous cock until he shot his hot load all over my face. The blowing snow crystals stuck to his hot spunk and made me tingle in pleasure all over again.

That hot tub tryst was the first of many more “icy hot” encounters; and before everything melted, Geoff also obliged my fantasy of doing it in minimal clothing on top of a snow drift. Hey, I know it’s not for everyone, but if you’re feeling the winter blues, it’s hard to be “chilling down” — and warming up!