The Erotics of Everyday Events
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Z of The Naked Truth begins her post with what to me was always one of the most wonderfully erotic events in the summertime south...
This morning when I woke I thought it was too early. The room was darker than it usually is even at pre-dawn: I checked the reflection in the picture opposite my bed, and I could see that I had left the shutter up and the window open, as I always do, even in the depths of winter, which this is so patently not. During the night the rain that we longed for in the sticky heat of yesterday afternoon must have come.
The daytime temperature here in the Northwest is well above the unusual-even-for-her 40 degrees Fahrenheit it's been stuck at lately but I know much of the rest of the country's been laid low by heat. (Even in Alaska it's been in the 70s.)
Z goes on to talk about the pleasure of stroking tenderly soft skin (very nicely, definitely read it) and I remembered how when humidity and heat combine there's no such thing as soft or smooth skin because it's all trumped by stickiness such that even tender caresses tend to chaff and rub. I know other people feel otherwise but for me heat and humidity and libido don't play well together in sentences without, perhaps, the addition of the word "not" somewhere between them.
Anyway, remembering the relief of wind and pressure drop and lower temperatures that summer rain brings, and how even if for just until the sun comes back out our skin responds to a lover's touch, I read "During the night the rain that we longed for..." and
Wow, funny how such ordinary phrases can be so welcome.
I'm glad you enjoyed the post, and yes - that change in temperature is an instant libido boost. In the summer I wilt pathetically unless kept at a constant cool temperature, and am completely indifferent to everyone else complaining that my room is like an icebox. I'd rather the stickiness on the skin that comes from sexual exertion than from the weather.
[Yup, wilt is the word! Loved that post, Z. --fl]
it's not just humidity; here in phoenix, arizona, where humidity's only an issue maybe 2 months out of the year, the heat (or sun, if you're out in it too much) just saps the life right out of you. especially if your air conditioning is busted....ugh. that was not a pleasant summer.
[Yup. It gets *hot* down there -- to hot to think, at least for my soft little brain. Thanks, Nekobawt. --fl]