finally

im feeling free.

=]

Sex education

nobody on their deathbed looks back and says "i wish i had made love less."

so when stella came onto me again for the umpteenth time, i finally succumbed.

i met her earlier tonight at our usual spot.
and we had the same conversation like we always do.
we argued over the finer points of office politics

and compared differing philosophies on relationships and sex.
but there was something different mixed into the atmosphere we created in the dark confines of our leather clad booth.

the sexual tension was more palpable then usual.

we often keep the mood flirtatious and lite.
she knew i had my heart set on a particular girl back home.
it barely stopped her from coming onto me a couple of times.

but i always waved it off and deduced it down to her acting out over her ex boyfriend.

and i didnt want to just be another notch on her belt.

however, tonight was definitely different.
she giggled as her right hand slowly crept its way onto my lap
while i whispered my half of our conversations into her ear.

by end of the night we were drunk with laughter and fat with glee.

as we made our way towards our obvious destination i tried to rationalize it all.

maybe this is why god made women like stella.
she wasnt a slut, she was just the luscious voice of promiscuity.
and i was navigating her intense sense of sensuality.

so we made love.

but we didnt make love the way they do in the movies.

where the guy slides right between her legs like a hot knife through butter.

this was real life.

we made the kind of love where you just laugh together when your bodies make that farting noise when air gets trapped between you.

or when youve made it to the edge of the bed and you have to stop to make an akward shuffle back to the center, or just fall off of it altogether.

no, we didnt make cinema love.

but it definitely felt at that moment like everything was right in the world.
and i could articulate why sex is so great.
that feeling of that velvet axle grease makes you know youre on the correct path to that unimaginable bliss that people always talk about, sing about, write about, make movies about.

our transcended infusion was not of the romantic type.

there was no deep seriousness or any kind of cosmic connection
it was just, fun.

quando

i want to be free.

not with my head in the clouds.

or constantly falling...

i just want to finally hit the ground

and hit the ground running.