She held out her hand and asked for the cigarette I had just lit.
"So you mean to say," she took a long drag, "sex is always between the ears?"
"Very much. At least in my case," I replied.
She was about to tap the ash on the floor when I pointed to the ashtray next to me. She leaned sideways to reach the ashtray, in the process placing a warm pair of breasts on my thighs. The shampoo was unmistakably Clinic Plus.
"Why? What is so special about you?" she asked, taking another long drag with her eyes shut. I badly wanted my cigarette back, but she showed no signs of returning it anytime soon.
"It's not just about me. It's about any thinking man. If sex was to be just between the legs, then what's the difference me and, say, a truck driver who has been on the road for two weeks and for who any woman would do?"
"Ah ha, I see," she took another long drag and reached for the ashtray. I swiftly prepared my thighs for the weight of softness. "But the truck driver is also a human being. Maybe a more honest human being."
"But sex is not just about screwing anyone in sight. It's got to be meaningful. It is more about meeting of minds..."
"Oh, fuck the mind!"
"Why? It's all about the mind. Otherwise what's the difference between us and animals, or us and the truck driver?"
"Oh please, what is this truck driver business!" her irritation made her take even a longer drag. My cigarette was almost down to the filter.
"Well, I was just giving you an example, to distinguish between hardcore sex and sensitive lovemaking," I said.
"I'll tell you what," she took the final drag and reached for the ashtray again, this time to stub out the cigarette. "Sex can also be very good when it's just between the legs. At times that's all what one wants." She got up.
"Wait, where are you off to?"
"I think I told you, my grandmother doesn't like me to stay out too often."
"So you mean to say," she took a long drag, "sex is always between the ears?"
"Very much. At least in my case," I replied.
She was about to tap the ash on the floor when I pointed to the ashtray next to me. She leaned sideways to reach the ashtray, in the process placing a warm pair of breasts on my thighs. The shampoo was unmistakably Clinic Plus.
"Why? What is so special about you?" she asked, taking another long drag with her eyes shut. I badly wanted my cigarette back, but she showed no signs of returning it anytime soon.
"It's not just about me. It's about any thinking man. If sex was to be just between the legs, then what's the difference me and, say, a truck driver who has been on the road for two weeks and for who any woman would do?"
"Ah ha, I see," she took another long drag and reached for the ashtray. I swiftly prepared my thighs for the weight of softness. "But the truck driver is also a human being. Maybe a more honest human being."
"But sex is not just about screwing anyone in sight. It's got to be meaningful. It is more about meeting of minds..."
"Oh, fuck the mind!"
"Why? It's all about the mind. Otherwise what's the difference between us and animals, or us and the truck driver?"
"Oh please, what is this truck driver business!" her irritation made her take even a longer drag. My cigarette was almost down to the filter.
"Well, I was just giving you an example, to distinguish between hardcore sex and sensitive lovemaking," I said.
"I'll tell you what," she took the final drag and reached for the ashtray again, this time to stub out the cigarette. "Sex can also be very good when it's just between the legs. At times that's all what one wants." She got up.
"Wait, where are you off to?"
"I think I told you, my grandmother doesn't like me to stay out too often."
7 comments:
got the point but I disagree
Welcome back Ghosh Babu !!!
Got your point :)
Kutch nahi chamka :(
Excellently amazing... Hats off to your creativity man…this is a world-class write-up which I think should be read by every citizen of the world. I am happy that at least somebody gave this subject an attention. People should understand its importance as well…
hiii SPARKLING MAN...
Grandma must be correct... when the "reality" concentrate between ears, the "magic" is lost in the dark woods... be merciful.. SM
- SAM
No wonder the granny wants her home in time ;)
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