Burning rubber

I need air conditioning in my bedroom - seriously; I mean it's been a nice day followed by a pleasant evening weather-wise, but it's not been overly hot. I don't think the problem is to do with the weather anyway and regardless of the fact I'm glad it's not that hot because one of us may have died.......

My boyfriend is with me again tonight and when we visited the bedroom department to let off some steam, well that's exactly what we did. You would not believe the amount of sweat produced, it was running off us in sheets - no joke, I don't think I've ever sweated so much in my life before. We were literally soaked from head to foot, the bed linen is probably ruined and I'm surprised the rest of the bedroom is not under water and the bed has not turned into some kind of life raft. But it was worth it.........

You would not believe what he's done to me tonight and how long it lasted because I wouldn't believe it myself except for the fact that it's left a lasting feeling where it counts! Oh my gosh, satisfied is an understatement and the kama sutra is like a children's book in comparison to what we've just achieved; I may never walk the same again and I don't care because I'm happy. If we'd have thought ahead and signed up an independent adjudicator I'm pretty certain we'd be famous now because we'd be World Record holders; if there is a world record for gay sex?

And I'm sat here now writing this after having a cold shower, wearing only a pair of shorts and I'm still sweating - my core temperature must be off the scale and the temperature of my bottom must be similar to the surface of the sun. I have no idea what the temperature of my boyfriends disco stick is (that's a terrible euphemism I know but we've been listening to Lady Gaga) but I'm surprised it didn't melt. In fact I'm sure I can smell burning rubber.......