Why winter can be the most erotic season of all
My recent romance with cold weather is not something that came easily to this beach baby. Growing up in Sydney, I was always more fond of the beach rather than the snow.
In fact, I didn’t actually own a coat until I turned 19, and I didn’t get the chance to see snow fall from the sky until a trip to NYC in 2024.
It’s not that I’ve never experienced winter, contrary to popular belief.
One of the most over-repeated phrases that I hear recently is more of a foreboding warning:
“It gets cold here in winter,” people say to me, as if I may perish upon walking out the front door of my London apartment.
Much to the disappointment of the English, we DO actually experience a winter in Australia.
But I digress.
A recent relocation to London means I’ll find myself embracing two winters back to back, and learning to love the mystery of darker nights, foggy mornings, and the magic that lies in between.
So what’s to love about the mercury dropping below 10 degrees celsius?
Why, there’s much to enjoy that you might not have considered.
It’s stocking season
Adorning my legs with pantyhose is something I relish in, just as much as I adore it being peeled off by a willing and eager suitor. And judging by the volume of requests for stockings, I’d wager that not a single suitor I’ve seen wouldn’t appreciate a good set of stockings. From lacy stay-ups in black or white to sheer, skin coloured stockings, ‘tis the season for a sexier leg.
One rule though: the stockings stay on.
Fire places
Is there anything more enticing than a crackling fireplace and a warm rug for an evening of languid leisure? Just add a book, a glass of vino and an intimate companion, and call it a night to remember.
Please know that I actually don’t know how to light a fireplace. I’m a woman of many talents, but fetching kindling isn’t one of them.
You can’t appreciate what you don’t miss
There’s a reason why we look back upon summer so fondly, and that’s because we don’t truly fathom the joy of what becomes the norm. If it were summer all year around, the heat would wear us out and its exuberant nature would soon lose its lustre. Take it from me, having lived in Queensland and Western Australia, climates known for their unrelenting, suffocating heat.
You might think it’s fun to wear a bikini all year ‘round, but have you ever seen nappy rash?
This is why we need a bit of reprieve every now and then.
Furthermore, we’d never have a chance to replenish our energy, to rest, and to enjoy the slower pace that winter affords.
Layers of mystery
Sun kissed shoulders and bronzed bodies might do it for some, but for others, it’s the allure of a body wrapped in layers that may stimulate the imagination. Sure, a sundress is more overtly sexy, but what of knee high boots, a splendid pea coat and perhaps a long, silk scarf wrapped around a supple neck? Underneath this outer layer may be a woollen dress, some lacy lingerie, a garter belt, and high denier stay-ups. There’s much to be said for layers and layers of secrets wrapped in silk and wool.
Breakfast under the covers
No one wants to stay in bed in the summer. It’s the season for jumping out the door and heading to brunch by the seaside.
But in winter, the cozyness of your comforter calls. A scrumptious breakfast of muffins, pancakes and a hot coffee sounds similarly indulgent, served atop the covers while wrapped in a plush robe. So why not have both? Winter and breakfast in bed go hand-in-hand.
Let’s get cozy this season.
Body heat is the best kind of method for staying warm in winter – it’s just science.
And while it’s still only autumn, it’s never too early to plan for the colder months ahead.