Sex on a high

I just want to put it here so that I will always remember - the day we had sex on a high. Yep, on a high place, the rooftop, specifically - what were you thinking? Hehe.

I remember it was one rainy Sunday, and as usual, right after we step out of the church after attending mass, we trash-talk and start getting frisk once again. The conversation was running towards how he was poor at making spontaneous surprises, at imagining extraordinary thrills that could make our blood pump harded.

In an attempt to prove my point, I dragged hm to the rooftop and we danced in the rain. But he had other things on his mind (he did not believe me when I told him dancing in the rain was all the reason for why I dragged him up there) so we did it right there, by the sink, while I was getting cold from the chilly air. Never mind that it was only eight in the evening, and that any one of our twenty plus housemates and landlord can walk on us anytime.

It brought me thrill alright, and then later on colds. Hehe.