Clothes-on sex is hot and not just ’cuz you’re dressed: It means the passion was so intense, you only had time to get the bare minimum (panties) all the way off. It’s eons of primal sex blowing away our reedy few centuries of civility, head down, blinders on, going straight for the zipper.
“I get heat that rises from between my thighs up into my heart, which really does flutter,” says Leah, a musician, describing the tingle. “Then, it’s like an adrenaline high. It’s such a visceral experience.”
What she calls her “chemical romance” has lead to “a hot session in the airport Hilton women’s bathroom, (VERY clean, by the way), a highway rest-stop quickie, and a cosmic fuck that only two teenagers could have in a condo about to be sold. “We almost got busted by the real estate lady and potential buyers,” she laughs.
“I love when my reason and intellect fly out of my head. It’s such a relief, such a high. I guess being hot, hot, hot makes me feel very alive.”
“I get heat that rises from between my thighs up into my heart, which really does flutter,” says Leah, a musician, describing the tingle. “Then, it’s like an adrenaline high. It’s such a visceral experience.”
What she calls her “chemical romance” has lead to “a hot session in the airport Hilton women’s bathroom, (VERY clean, by the way), a highway rest-stop quickie, and a cosmic fuck that only two teenagers could have in a condo about to be sold. “We almost got busted by the real estate lady and potential buyers,” she laughs.
“I love when my reason and intellect fly out of my head. It’s such a relief, such a high. I guess being hot, hot, hot makes me feel very alive.”
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