SILKY... SMOOTH... SEX

There He is, sitting on a stool, alone by the bar.

He seems friendly, He seems deep, He seems dark, He seems... dangerous.

Once again, I ask myself why people like this seem to attract me.

Really, the last ten dudes have all been the same

Single, not single, not in the mood for strings and hangers on.

They are drifters, restless souls really that cannot bear to be tied down by petty emotions.

Looking for people like me actually.

But I have to take myself to rehab...

I have to  rid myself of this penchant for Those Ones.

You know Those Ones?

The ones that turn you on with one smooth, smouldering look;

Those ones who make you weak just by speaking to you.

Figment of my imagination?

I'll disregard that as nonsense coming from an ignorant mind.

So here I am, sipping my drink and pondering how to address the issue.

Should I be the gentle, flirty chic who disguises her feelings?

Or should I go ahead and be the shameless whore?

A girl with all her boobs spilling out in front of her dress walks up to him and tries to get his attention.

He barely glances at her, probably writing her off as clingy.

He looks at me, smiles secretively.

As if we just shared a naughty secret.

All the while my mind keeps on questioning:

Chic or Whore? Chic or Whore? Chic or Whore?

I stare back, with an eyebrow raised; He raises his glass, makes a silent toast and walks straight to my table.

At that instant, my mind is made up.

WHORE IT IS!!!

He plants himself beside me,

A few words are exchanged; we are both masters of the art

Both not saying much but reading massive signals off the body language meter.

A brush of our legs releases a massive wave of heat.

I smile knowingly, I'm doing it on purpose,

So is he;

We are both playing the game really well.

We order a round of drinks;

Without talking, we both know that its the last drink of the night for both of us.

The only question He asks is :

" Your place? "

I just smile and get up, head out of the door.

The fact that we both have our individual cars further tells us that we are the perfect choice.

Like I said No Strings, No Pressure, I don't know him, He doesn't know me;

I am looking for one thing and one thing only:

Silky... Smooth....Sex.

And amazingly, So is He.

At this point, I would let your imagination wander to how the  night went.

I can only tell you that I got much more than what I had bargained for.

The next morning, no awkward smiles, no uncomfortable silences, no expectations;

We both gave our best and perspired till...

The...Very...Last...Drop.

He's out the door and I'm back to being the me that everybody knows...

Am I like this everyday? No...

Its only when the mood descends...

Would I do it again?

Hell yes, I will...

* wink *

A CURIOUS TALE OF A, B, C AND SHE...

MEET " A "

Young, handsome, real with an edge of naughtiness.

He encapsulates the very core of friendship, He is loyal, friendly and sure of himself.

She meets him through a mutual friend. She has heard so much about Him and He has heard a lot about Her.

They meet on a sunny afternoon, the mutual friend comes to pick her up and " A" is in the backseat of the car.

She is loud and free spirited; He is quiet and deep; She is straight forward and in your face; He is thoughtful and probing.

She is very witty, He is wittiness personified.

Aha! common ground at last. She thinks He is a bore, He thinks She is spineless.

And as with nature and her ways, they begin to accept their individuality.

they become friends, they become really good friends...

until...

ENTER " B "

Cool, confident, built and very handsome.

He is quiet, yet funny; He is sweet in a very weird way.

They meet at a party, He is loud, She is popular;

He prefers to be patient and bid his time, She is bold and direct.

He talks to her and She replies him with a lovely comeback.

Aha! common ground at last. They both have tongues like razors.

He makes her laugh; She makes him wonder...

And as with nature and her ways, they start something.

Alas, their tongues are not the only thing they have in common,

They also have a mutual friend.. " A".

"  A " has both their backs and he becomes their therapist, hearing from both sides...

As with humans and their yearnings, She derails from an earlier arrangement and begins to crave for something more,

He cannot deliver and B O O M!!!

Two boisterous ego's clash and the sweet haze boomerangs...

They try to patch up and glue the shards of their life together...

until...

HELLO " C "

" C " can only be descibed as the forbidden fruit that tastes sweeter... He is her guilty pleasure...

He is the very core of masculinity and oozes sex appeal.

He saunters up to her and doesn't need to say much. She is hooked.

He teases her senses and preys on her with the patience of a jungle cat...

They meet...

She finds him charming; He finds her interesting;

She flirts with him, He turns on the charm...

She smiles, He smiles..

Aha! common ground at last. They both have killer smiles.

He pushes himself to the extreme, She is there to soothe his aching muscles...

They like each other; They complement each other and Oh Yes, they lie to each other...

And as with nature and her ways, an intricate web is spun....

THE COMMON FACTOR " SHE "

She is beautiful, amazingly witty with a smile that can brighten up a room;

She is a confused mixture of pleasantness and sassiness;

She presents a blend of sexuality, sensuality and innocence.

She flirts, She smiles, She teases but She is fiercely loyal.

She is the life of the party, but her inner sanctum, She preserves for the few that manage to get there.

She juxtaposes between reality and salient dreams.

However, She has been branded with the Scarlet Letter...

" A " for Ashawo ( Adulteress).

It is emblazoned in bold letters across her chest.

A review of her crime please:

She is accused of stringing along three friends.

She has been tried and She has been found guilty of breaking an alliance that was forged between three men.

Does it matter that She met them in mutually exclusive circumstances?

Take " A "; how was She to know that deep down, He harboured feelings for her?

and what do you think that " B " would do when He finds out that his ' brother' was waiting for the opportunity to 'sample' his goods?

Oh Wait! the Good Book says to be your brothers keeper abi?

and why should " B " feel betrayed by her when even He knows that what they had was dead, gone and buried? with no hope of life eternal?

Afterall, She asked for what She wanted and He wasn't able to provide...

And where does " C " come in?

Fine, He knows both " A " and " B ".

Granted, He knew what She had with " B ".

But if there is a slight glimmer of hope, if maybe, just maybe,

They both like themselves, should He, for the sake of everything,

throw away His chance at happiness?

It is indeed a tangled web...

What Would You Do?