Remember your 1st dry hump? That delicious mutual grinding of ones genitals against another's, preferably of the opposite sex. Nothing but a few millimeters of woven thread separating your blood engorged wiener and the splendid promise of her moist squeeze box.
Sitting in a hotel bar this past week, recovering from a rather shitty and financially devastating week, the bartender, a woman in her mid to late 30's was not exceptionally busy with just myself and another gentlemen in the bar.
As far as bars go, it was pretty quite. The Seahawks vs Cardinals on TV, music playing in the background, Michael Jackson's "Rock with You"
The music took me back to a time along long time ago. My first dry hump was to that song. Barkeep was also a big fan of the dry hump. Nothing came of our conversation other then me returning to my room half chubbed by the description of what a proper dry humping did to her lady parts.
I raised this issue with two of the more prominent providers in our world this afternoon. 1 was a big fan, the other not so much. While a good dry hump and make out session certainly has it's place and is viewed by some as an extremely intimate act, by others as a delicious prelude to the act itself and others as a mere nuisance, I'm curious what your take is on it.
To dry hump or not to dry hump. That is the question?