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" While the world&amp;#039;s best athletes spent the earlier part of this month in London, getting sweaty while exceling at their sports, D. and I got sweaty while exceling at a sport yet to be introduced to the summer Olympics. Of course, our sexy time often ends up being a moderately sweaty affair. But yesterday, it was the kind of hot out where people feel obligated to mention it in every conversation. So by the time D. and I got to his place, we were already schvitzing. The apartment was warm with the AC off, but we turned on a humidifier to add to the steaminess. Within 10 minutes, it was a rainforest. We stripped down to nothing and got on the bed. We started making out and dry humping (D. on top). Being pinned between a duvet and a perspiring man was lovely and all, but soon I needed a break from the skin-on-skin contact (we were sticking together from the heat!). Oral sex to the rescue! Can you think of another sexual position that requires so little skin-on-skin contact? At first I almost didn&amp;#039;t go down on him because he was so slick with sweat, but then I remembered that this challenge requires us to be like animals. And I&amp;#039;m sure that lady monkeys in the jungle don&amp;#039;t let a little sweat keep them from going down on their monkey boyfriends. (Actually, do other animals perform oral sex? Um, sorry for that visual.) I did my thang on D., all the while getting sweatier and sweatier. Then D. started to pull my head away, which is the international signal for &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m close to coming, but I want to have sex with you,&amp;quot; only slightly less well-known than the international signal for choking. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s so freaking hot in here,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Let me get on top.&amp;quot; (Full disclosure: That was me being a little selfish and not wanting to be the one on the duvet and with his sweaty body on top of me again!). But selfishness aside, once I got on top, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror next to his bed and day-um! I looked sexy. He looked sexy. We were all glistening and slick. I&amp;#039;d never seen what I looked like when we&amp;#039;d had sweaty sex in the past. So I never realized that it wasn&amp;#039;t just temperature hot\u2014it was hot-hot. Something about seeing myself that way let me release my inner animal. While surreptitiously stealing glances in the mirror, I threw my head back, sweaty mane and all, arched my back and thrust my hips toward his face, spreading my knees. The perfect position for D. to stimulate me manually. As soon as he started that, he clenched up his whole body and made me stop moving. I did, but I remained with my legs spread and my boobs thrust forward, and then I started moving again, slowly at first. But then I started doing it more wildly. Soon after that we both finished\u2014not quite in unison, but close enough. (D. somehow managed to keep rubbing me even while he was having his orgasm and bring me to climax.) After hitting the bed next to him, he looked at me with a serious expression on his face. &amp;quot;S., you&amp;#039;re the one for me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I really mean it.&amp;quot; Despite the lack of A/C, I got a little chill. It&amp;#039;s not that D.&amp;#039;s never said sweet stuff like that to me before, but he said it in a way that made me read into it like crazy. Maybe it was just the sex talking, but if D. and I happen to get engaged this week (so not happening, by the way), I&amp;#039;m totally giving credit to this animalistic sex position. Do you think you&amp;#039;ll try this no-A/C sex while the weather is still hot? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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