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Hot

…………Something hot is sex. It's like democracy. When it's good, it's fucking great, and when it's bad, well, it's still pretty good. There are, of course, degrees to the hotness of sex. For me, it rises exponentially when it's bad or wrong or dirty. When you really shouldn't be doing it this way or even at all, that's when sex burns hottest.

…………I had sex in a crowded bar with a psychologist. I shit you not. She was the smartest person I ever knew, and also the sexiest. She had just recently gotten her Master's and so had some life in her yet. Career and normalhood hadn't yet robbed her of her fire. I dated her for several years, one of my longer relationships. She even wanted to marry me (I told you she was smart), but, alas, I only support gay marriage, not straight.

…………Heterosexual marriage should be stamped out. Militarily, if necessary.

…………So Friday night we went to a popular bar to drink and have some fun. No friends came with us, it was just the two of us. The bar was called Louie's Burgers and Brews, but no one really focused on the burgers part. We figured we'd run into someone we knew, but, fortunately, we didn't.

…………The bar had two tiers and the bottom floor was crowded when we got there—nowhere to sit. The upper tier held two pool tables and a line of café-style booths—you know, big red poofy bench seats with high backs and bolted-down formica tables where drunks from eons past had carved such witty things as 'Tina is a Whore' and 'Fuck You' and 'Vote Dukakis!' There were only a handful of people up there, so I ordered four beers and we headed up.

…………There were a couple dudes shooting pool and another booth with a group of five people. Three booths were empty so we took the one farthest away, against the wall. My girl—to protect her identity, let's call her Steve—Steve was looking fine. She always looked fine, but when she went out, she looked extra fine. I pointed out before how smart Steve was, and it's the goddamn truth. She had her Master's degree, she wanted later on to marry me, and she was fond of short skirts and flimsy frilly awesome panties.

…………For awhile we drank and chatted and I rubbed her leg under the table. I began to feel a little 'anxious', if you know what I mean. I suggested she come over and sit next to me instead of across from me, and she thought that was a brilliant idea. (I am also smart).

…………With Steve sitting right next to me, I was able to rub much more of her leg, as well as other things. I am a very hands-on guy and learn tactilely.

…………I won't get too graphic. Suffice it to say that Steve ended up on my lap after we made appropriate clothing adjustments.

…………It was a hot ass 5 minutes, I tell ya.

…………Of course, all this happened before I found the Lord. By the way, I have some helpful pamphlets if you are feeling lost.