Exploits
I'm still in Raa Atoll. This is something I wrote after observing and listening to the tales of my trip mates...
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I smile at her. She smiles back, already being overwhelmed by the same loneliness that propels me. She reaches up, prays and grabs a handful of hope ? the kind that deludes her to think that I would be the one that quenches her thirst for a companion. The one that accepts what she has to offer, that loves her for what she is. The one who sees how really deft she is. These I know, from secrets she has disclosed to all evening.
I lie to her. Lie quite easily, for I am no longer bound by what would have killed me dead in the tracks otherwise. I am being sneaky. Desires have gained possession of me. Desires that arise unknown to my conscious. These needs seem to stem from something more animal, something more inherent to the human than my conscience moulded by society.
I tell her things. She feels her magnetic charms working. I tell her of the wonderful things she has on offer. I articulate with handsome portions of praise and compliments. Suddenly, the conversation becomes flooded with expressions of love and desire. I tell her of the rarity of me kneeling down to a woman and licking feet. I tell her how I savor the delicious tang of her feet. I tell her how beautiful she looks, how wonderful she feels, how her aroma has got me imprisoned in something beautiful.
I sense something wild building up inside. We both feel it. We are aware of its increasing intensity. We are aware of the immediacy - of the eventuality, that this whole drama is escalating towards. We just sped past any countering rationality, way past the concerns for warnings from the wise crowds of humanity. We?ve landed in a fluidic space where just the two of us subsist. We?ve reached nirvana - a world of fantasy where actions need no justification.
Moments later, she is lying on this bare bed, she herself in all her nakedness. Her petite, brown, scrawny body sprawled under the dimmed lights above. The air stank of the spent energy of sexual gymnastics. Then, from some where deep in the still struggling sagacity of my mind there comes a warning. The warning is bleary. The warning appears meaningless. I refuse to take heed - the warning is wasted. I drift back from this momentary internal struggle to the present in all agility and swiftness. I lay entwined with her female body - both expended - and drift off into deep slumber.
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I smile at her. She smiles back, already being overwhelmed by the same loneliness that propels me. She reaches up, prays and grabs a handful of hope ? the kind that deludes her to think that I would be the one that quenches her thirst for a companion. The one that accepts what she has to offer, that loves her for what she is. The one who sees how really deft she is. These I know, from secrets she has disclosed to all evening.
I lie to her. Lie quite easily, for I am no longer bound by what would have killed me dead in the tracks otherwise. I am being sneaky. Desires have gained possession of me. Desires that arise unknown to my conscious. These needs seem to stem from something more animal, something more inherent to the human than my conscience moulded by society.
I tell her things. She feels her magnetic charms working. I tell her of the wonderful things she has on offer. I articulate with handsome portions of praise and compliments. Suddenly, the conversation becomes flooded with expressions of love and desire. I tell her of the rarity of me kneeling down to a woman and licking feet. I tell her how I savor the delicious tang of her feet. I tell her how beautiful she looks, how wonderful she feels, how her aroma has got me imprisoned in something beautiful.
I sense something wild building up inside. We both feel it. We are aware of its increasing intensity. We are aware of the immediacy - of the eventuality, that this whole drama is escalating towards. We just sped past any countering rationality, way past the concerns for warnings from the wise crowds of humanity. We?ve landed in a fluidic space where just the two of us subsist. We?ve reached nirvana - a world of fantasy where actions need no justification.
Moments later, she is lying on this bare bed, she herself in all her nakedness. Her petite, brown, scrawny body sprawled under the dimmed lights above. The air stank of the spent energy of sexual gymnastics. Then, from some where deep in the still struggling sagacity of my mind there comes a warning. The warning is bleary. The warning appears meaningless. I refuse to take heed - the warning is wasted. I drift back from this momentary internal struggle to the present in all agility and swiftness. I lay entwined with her female body - both expended - and drift off into deep slumber.
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