When you are dating, and turning and burning through a new person every few months, it’s really easy to rack up those notches in the head board. Good old fashion dry humping is the perfect antidote to this. Everybody gets hot and bothered, feel-good endorphins still kind of swirl around, and yet you didn’t even take off your pants. Sometimes you don’t even need to shave, so long as the petting remains on the outside of the clothing. It’s a win-win really. It buys you some time as you feel out the other person (no pun intended) to see if they are someone even worthy of sleeping with you.
Oddly enough, just a few weeks ago, within a few days of each other, me and one of my girlfriends each had a pretty hot dry hump session. Her evening had taken an unexpected turn and she was sporting a 70’s bush. She was in no way prepared for full on visitation. And for me, my new motto is “you put in the time, to do the crime”. We were emailing back and forth in an email with some other friends, sharing all the details of our experiences. We both said it had been awhile since we had done it and that it felt like we were in high school again.
Our homo-rrific friend chimes in and asks “what happens when you dry hump? does the guy cum in his pants, or does nothing really happen at all?” My girlfriend and I nearly peed our pants. 99% of the time he is just one of the girls and it’s rare that something comes up proving otherwise.
My best girlfriends are all up in Boston and he is in Europe. But email chains like that make me feel like we were all sitting together having cocktails.
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