Tonight I am on vacation from the uninterrupted state of comfort that air conditioning affords. The thermostat is acting up. Oh well.
Sweaty summer nights always bring back the memories of when I couldn’t afford AC. but my libido and the libido of my lover functioned independently of any thermostat. To be naked, and horny, and available, and horny and sweaty and horny is one delightful place to be.
We were more alive . I remember the taste of her pussy, tinged I think with the tobacco that would one day kill her. And to watch her cum as our bellies were joined by a thin adhesive of sweat. What could possibly end this party?
Unmet expectations.
Resentments.
Alcohol.
And end it did.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
Very visceral imagery here, I wanted to like the post but that wasn’t really apporpriate to the ending content, so here I am commenting instead. You write so well.
Thank you Monkey. The heat here had me thinking so much about that dysfunctional relationship. I guess all dysfunctional relationships aren’t totally that way, which make them that much more painful. Both you and I could probably write volumes about them.
Sorry to hear about your AC! We are experiencing a heat wave here as well. Escaping to the coast this weekend. Hoping to have a little action like you described above 🙂
i wonder if she had the same memories on hot summer nights. ❤
Great question.