a rum affair

Just mixing up a batch of rum toddy batter – dark brown sugar, butter, nutmeg, clove, cardamon – keeps in the fridge indefinitely. Perfect to dig out and take to the beach on a cool, fall evening.

Imagine sitting in front of a small campfire, boiling water from the thermos pouring into the mug, a dollop of batter, stir and then a healthy shot of dark rum. Stir once more and sip slowly, letting the heat slowly seep through your body, sliding down your throat, settling in your tummy, to spread out slowly, steadily through the rest of you. Your legs stretch out, your arms relax, your shoulders settle. Listening to the waves, gazing into the fire, dark, just stars to light up the sky. You feel safe. Safe enough to open your top and offer your breasts to me. Safe enough to kiss, to share the hot rum fumes, the sweet taste of your lips on mine. A second toddy and we are both giggling, holding each other tight, my shirt undone, skin pressed against skin. These are good toddies, mmmmmm. Sure feels warm enough to me to play naked. Come sit on top of me, take me inside you, ride me, our mouths together the whole time, keeping on kissing, lips rubbing against lips, breathing harder, each of us moaning into each other. The waves crashing establish the rhythm. Oh my. Yes. Another toddy is definitely in order.