Sex under the sun

What is it about summer that always wakes up that wild horny woman in me? It's as if I was a lion in that period of the year when sex takes over their everyday boring life, and they're ready to mate thirty times a day. Is sex between humans also predominantly seasonal?

If I had to answer that question in ten seconds, I would say, of course not. Even if the summer is the most exciting time of the year, winter kills the desire to go out and socialize. Sometimes it's so cold that you can't even put your nose out of the window. Eat home, even though it is supposed to be warm, I don't walk around naked in winter, and I find it hard to get rid of my panties. I'm cold under the sheets, but it's always good to warm up with a cup of tea and a long sex session, which raises the body temperature immediately. So at that moment, I would say: "No, I'm sure boredom and cold lead to more bed exercise than in other months." 

But here I am, in front of I don't know which heatwave already, and my head is full of filthy thoughts about sex. After a long weekend of wet thighs stuck together and sweaty bellies touching, I lay in bed and silently contemplated whether or not my fifteen previous summers had been like this one. 

Psychologists would have said yes. Although our sex drive varies throughout the year, it is even higher in summer. People prefer to have sex in the warmer part of the year, and that's when they have the most sex - in spring, you sow, and in the summer, you reap. Especially in early summer. That's also when most teenagers are sexually active. It makes sense. In summer, school is over, some are even home alone, and others are looking forward to a trip with friends, away from their parents. Also, every summer, purchases of pornography and online dating increase. Tinder is reporting more traffic, too. 

Some might argue that people spend more time on the internet. But the research also considered that and proved the higher number of visits to sex-related sites in the summer months. The same goes for condom purchases. Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, sexually transmitted diseases are also on the rise (perhaps people are buying condoms instead of water balloons).

But why does summer smell of sex? Scientists say that we are in a better mood for love in warmer months because we are exposed to the sun's rays for a more extended period than in the winter. Sun exposure stimulates the production of serotonin, a neurotransmitter that affects our well-being. Being in a good mood makes us laugh more often, the heat makes us go outside, and people desperately look for a company. As a result, we engage in more social interactions, improving our chances of sex. In the summer months, we also get some time off work and push the pause button regarding stress. When the latter is gone, the clouds around our heads start to tear. All we need is a few sunshine rays, and the sex opportunities begin to multiply. 

Another group of scientists has linked sex to psychological arousal. During the hottest part of the year, most activities occur outside: we recreate in the fresh air, take weekend trips, and visit amusement parks or zoos. The more enthusiastic we are about the activity, the greater our arousal. Suppose there are other people around that we find attractive. In that case, we attribute our faster heart rate to sexual attraction and not to the excitement of running, which, in my opinion, is more like torture than relaxing summer fun. 

Could these reasons be to blame in my case for having unforgettable sex for the last few months? Given that my body is already severely deficient in vitamin D in its basal state, it is possible that the sun did its work this year, along with a sufficient amount of droplets of bitter liquid, and I saw the world through genuine sunglasses. But I am much more confident that this time everything has really clicked. The weather, the exciting trips, and hanging out. Maybe I could be a bit more relaxed, but I'm not going to complain about this summer. And I guess the crossing of the magical age of thirty, when we women supposedly enjoy orgasms the most, probably contributes to it all.

The touching of two sweaty bodies, the thirties up or down, is the most beautiful thing we can experience. There is no feeling in the world that beats an orgasm. So if summer gives sex a unique charm, let it be. I hope to experience a few more heatwaves this year, outside and in bed. Oh, and don't forget about winter sex; it'll help with the stuffy nose.