Snow in Southern California?

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Not really guys, it’s just that it’s the time of year when that’s what we all think of. Personally I don’t miss the white stuff. We lived in upper New York for about ten years, Schenectady to be exact, and one year we had 159 inches of snowfall! I don’t miss a white Xmas at all.  

Here’s some interesting facts about the stuff. It appears to be true that no two flakes are the same. That’s mind boggling, when you think of the trillion plus that are up there. There are always six sides to a snowflake. They fall at the rate of 3.1 miles per hour and can take several hours to reach the ground. The Guinness book of records lists the biggest snowflake that ever fell was in Fort Keogh, Montana in January of 1887. It measured 15 inches wide and 8 inches thick. HUH???? The most snow in one day was in Georgetown, Colorado in 1913 when 63 inches fell in one day. Bet that tied up the horse and buggy traffic!

The winter Olympics almost weren’t held one year. In 1960 there was no snow in Squaw Valley, California. Authorities got nervous enough to call in the North American Piute tribe, who performed their native snow dance over and over until a miraculous winter storm appeared enabling the event to go on.

Forbidden Pursuit will debut sometime in January. It's a steamy novel about sexy elves and their pointed ears. This except is rated R, so don't go further unless you want to.

"She threw back her head and used one hand to smooth her heavy hair from her laughing face.

“Arden, you frightened me. Oh, and you’re right. C’est merveilleuse. Swimming nude is so wonderful, I doubt I’ll ever want to put my suit on again.”

“You won’t have to if you marry me. We can always swim like this. Together. As much as you want.”

She started to answer, and then reared back to look into his eyes.

“You’re serious, aren’t you? But we haven’t known each other long enough for you to feel certain of what you’re saying.”

“Haven’t we?” His voice was rough as grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She clung to his shoulders, her eyes shocked but curious and intrigued. His scorching kiss widened her eyes even further, but she made no move except to tighten her hold on his neck.

Arden hadn’t planned what he did next, it was simply the only thing in the world he could do. He indulged in the kisses they both enjoyed, kissing her face, her lips, and finally her breasts. She gave a little gasp, clinging to him tightly and squeezed her legs around him. Kissing her all the while, he lifted her nude body and let it slowly slide down on his fully erect cock. Brielle started to push him away, but his hot kisses seemed irresistible to her, and she kissed him back with ardency even as he continued his slow entry. She didn’t protest, in fact she clung to him with innocent ardor. Once his cock was fully seated in her tight vagina, he took over, kissing her with an abandoned passion he’d not allowed himself before. He lifted her body up and down, slowly at first. The knowledge he was finally possessing her pushed him over the edge much too quickly, swallowed his shout and letting his head drop the top of her hair.

She gasped again. “You put something warm in me.”

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