Clamping down on dry humping and blue balls

I hate to admit it but, as many times as I have dry humped, I still don’t know when it is coming. The situation is always the same: the lights are out, we’re kissing, I am on top, starting to get into it and then – WHAM. Her legs turn into clamps and we’re dry humping. There are honestly times when I’ve thought to myself: “It is going to take the Jaws of Life to get out of this.” And then, before I know it, it’s over. Most times, it isn’t just the dry humping that ends; it is the hookup altogether. So I am left lying in bed exhausted, frustrated and sore – the latter two I wish to talk about in more detail…