I like to think that I’m pretty well known by now for my hatred of the wind, though it feels like I haven’t complained about the wind actively in a while… I better just re-assert that precedent quickly: I hate the wind! It’s ruins my hair and touches my skin in the bad way and makes me freeze up and cry like a lost little girl sometimes!

That’s better. Anyway, I hate the wind, but I do enjoy a little bit of air flow and it’s especially nice around my girl parts. The gentle kiss of a spring breeze rustling through the foliage of my lady-garden on a crisp and sunny day is just brilliant. Maybe that’s where the wind is going wrong, it’s always too aggressive too quickly, blowing me around by the hair and slamming me roughly with air before I’ve even had a chance to get into it. Maybe if the wind started off gentle like I just described, got me worked up a little, gently brushing my hair aside to roll over my neck softly, sliding a cooling draft up my skirt and around my upper thigh teasingly, lightly blowing over the goosebumps forming on my skin just to remind me how little protection my clothes would afford me… a daring puff tickling between my lips… softly blustering me into willing submission, the wind rising with the breath in my words like a kiss “Don’t stop”. I’d probably jump right into a tornado after foreplay like that and let it have its way with me till I queefed all the next day.