I was having lunch with a few colleagues in office the other day and as usual getting bored with their self-glorifying stories. And suddenly a weird thought struck me, what if these people were discussing what happened in their beds rather than in their projects? And conversation that mixed easily with a discussion on the new recipe they tried in their kitchen, conversations which were not whispers or cheap, bickering laughter… What if that were to happen?
For a moment the thought seemed interesting enough for me to laugh out when my boss was describing his woes with his daughter. The whole conversation in my mind changed that moment.
Oh I am so pure female, giggling – ‘You know last night my husband and I just made out, he didn’t enter me.’
I Know it all male – ‘I don’t think he likes you anymore.’
I am the Best Boss – ‘You should start thinking of how to make him enter you. Try showing more of your tits. That should get to him.’
I know it all male – ‘No, try sucking and then pulling him inside you. Your process has to be accurate.’
Oh I am so pure female, giggling – ‘I think I will try both of these and report to you tomorrow what happened.’
It didn’t take me long to lose interest in the whole sex conversation they were to have if sex was an easy and open topic. People are just that, people. Whether their conversation is about sex or anything else, it’s not interesting if they are not interesting to me or connected to me in some way. And they can never be connected to me if they are being their pretenses or acting smart.
Don’t get me wrong. The joke is on me, not on people with whom I don’t connect. Despite writing this blog about sexuality, vaginas, dicks and tits, I don’t know what I want my conversations and relationships to be:-) All I know is, if you fake it I can look through your game. If you don’t then too I know who you are.
But coming back to knowing people and looking through them, I have always felt that I take a lot of time to know people and I still feel I don’t know them after knowing them. But with people with whom I have had sex even once, i know them, their game in life, who they are outside their bedrooms, quite well. Being naked, is really that being naked. Having sex is really experiencing someone as they are and as they are not. Now this doesn’t mean that to know people I am going to have sex with everyone i meet, in office in my building, male, female, whatever. In fact, that makes me even more choosy, far more picky and choosy for my own good. Being picky means lesser sex than I would like to have! no?
When I choose to have sex with a guy, I choose an experience. If the experience is not pure joy for both people, but just fulfilling a hormonal drive, then I damage myself, my faith in good sex just a little more. At the same time, this is a Catch-22 situation. I can’t find what the whole experience is all about till the time I really experience it!
So, sex, experimentation and laughing the bad ones off goes hand in hand. And not to forget, getting away as fast as possible from the bad ones:-)
Btw, if you still want tits on toast or a cocky cocktail, go all out and have it. Maybe I will have a cocky cocktail too to toast your grand luncheon…
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