Yes, Sex Can Kill Us

Sex and Death Have Always Fucked Together

Fuck.

That mind-blowing sex you’ve been waiting weeks for might be the last of your life.

This is the moment when pleasure and death dance together. You’re there, sweating, moaning, reaching the peak of excitement.

Heart pounding hard.

Breathing heavily.

Muscles contracting.

And suddenly, your heart simply says: “That’s enough, motherfucker.”

Your partner’s hot, naked body on top of yours.

Their hands running across your skin. Or you, on top, riding at a frantic pace. Back arched. Head thrown back.

A deep moan. And BAM!

It’s not just the orgasm that explodes it’s a vein in your brain or a clogged artery in your heart.

Hard truth, isn’t it? Doctors don’t lie.

The risk of having a heart attack during sex is 2.7 times higher than when you’re sitting on the couch watching TV. And the number goes up for those who don’t fuck regularly.

Your body betrays you precisely when you most want to live.

That beer belly?

That daily cigarette?

That lack of exercise?

All of it is setting the stage for the grand finale during that new position you saw and saved for a special occasion.