Well, if you actually held it, it would cease to be "dry," wouldn't it?
Actually, the closest I ever got to "it" was from my ex-sister-in-law. Whenever we would all go out and I got drunk enough to actually get out on the dance floor, if it was with her, she had a way of crawling between my legs during the dance that left my little brain eagerly looking for more. Alas, she was just a tease, though. Silly me, don't believe in adultry anyway.