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Sinful Sunday: Sweat

I don’t do well in midsummer heat. I don’t really do well in any kind of heat.

I flush red, my skin glowing between the freckles.

I burn, inside and out.

I sweat.

I really fucking sweat.

I sweat till the individual drops collect and form tiny streams, running down my body and pooling in my collarbone, or my navel, or the dip of my spine.

I sweat till my shirts soak right through; till they’re plastered flat and translucent against my torso.

I sweat on people when we fuck. I thrust, and the stinging perspiration flies off my nose, or loses its tenuous grip on my chest hair, to splash down onto her back and arse; her tits and belly.  I pull her against me as she rides my cock, and we both laugh when she sits up again, skin shiny with the print I’ve left.

I sweat when I run. Obviously. Four miles. Six miles. 10. 12. 15. It doesn’t really matter how far I run – I still sweat.

I’ve done a lot of sweating this summer. A lot of running. Some fucking too. My back is always a map afterwards – glistening streaks and trails of whatever exertion I’ve just put my body through.

Salty. Shiny. Dripping with sweat.

Sinful Sunday

27 replies on “Sinful Sunday: Sweat”

You should be in Philly, then you would know about sweat, this place is my idea of summer heaven…. and yes, I love sweat, mine and others….especially when it is dripping on me while we fuck

Mollyxxx

Ha! I thought they were scratch marks too, and drips of sweat. My first thought was “Wow, this is dark and amazingly stunning!” My second thought, on picking out what I thought were scratches mixed with the sweat, was “Ouch! He’s sitting so still but his back must be stinging like hell.”

Really though, this photo is a poem. The rich black and white you’ve achieved in the editing makes it look like a silver print. The symmetry and shadows are slaying me. Really gorgeous stuff.

What great definition you have on your back and it’s nice to see you celebrating a different side of your body on Sinful Sunday. Although the sweat suggests you were more than a little hot when this was taken, I like the almost yogic position you’re sat in; it is suggestive of the calmness that also comes from running and fucking, which I often find is as equal in measure to the adrenalin, sweat and endorphins!

I am fortunate enough to have found a woman that appreciates my schvitzy borderline stinky self. She is priceless. Meanwhile we can only be what we can be. Sweat on brother. Sweat on.

i love the lines of your body in this image
i can understand how some might think you relaxed
but i get the feeling you are waiting to spring from that casual pose
most likely to check if you need to try another shot

the grey tones and sharp brightness remind me of dark rooms when the moon is full and shining through the glass windows

your freckles adding charm to the gentle flow of your body
the dimples in your back and shoulders showing slight tension

and all that sweat you speak of
that you show in this image
it all cries out for a very slow and luxurious bath
you simply need a good subject to caress the soapy water over you with a good sponge

Ok, I have always had a thing for backs, especially male backs. I’m fairly sure it was one of the reasons that I used to love rock climbing. Climbing was good and there was always the chance to see some amazing backs whilst others climbed.
This picture is just so much of everything that I love. I would be so happy to have this as a print on the wall. You make sweating sexy. I just make it wet. 😉

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