GrantLewisIsDNTMFunny you mention this, I wrote a paper on my skis for a narrative in the place of a woman... its pretty dirty. Ill find it and post it here.
here it is..
We really only see each other in the winter. The summer is kind of dull for us, we obviously really miss each other, but things just don't work as well in the heat. We will occasionally hang out in the summer, but it's really not my favorite. I'm not made for the summer, so being out and getting ridden by him is kind of uncomfortable for me and it really just makes him want the winter even more. But once the snow falls, we have the most memorable, exciting times together. In the winter, there isn't a day that he doesn't think about me, not a second goes by where he doesn't wish he was riding me. Sure, sometimes he's rough, maybe even a bit abusive, but I love every moment we have together, it's really what I was created for. From the first time he drilled me, deep into my core, to when he really presses all his weight on me, to when he really treats me like a queen and rubs me down with a nice, warm wax, we can't stop thinking about each other. My favorite days are the ones with friends, on warm winter days. We get out of the car and he lets me cool down outside before we get together. He comes outside, eager and ready to be with me. He picks me up, and gently lets me fall to the snow, where he admires me, my perfectly curved shape, my neutral yet beautiful colors, and my sophisticatedly fun graphics. He slips into me, and exhales deeply as he hears the crisp click of security and closeness. We ride all day together, sharing laughs and good times, but sometimes he is a bit abusive. If he's mad, he will throw me to the ground, stomping into my closure as violently as possible. He forces me to grind on hard metals and plastics, sometimes pressing my delicate bases against exposed grass and rocks. While he may be harmful to me at some points, he always tends to me when I'm not doing well. When my skin begins to dry up and become scraped, he gives me a warm, gentle rubdown with a thick, vanilla scented wax. Whenever my edges are rough, he will clean me up and file me down. I may just be a pair of park skis, but love doesn't just exist between a man and a woman, you know.
