Long, SEXy, Weekend…

“Are you sure of this? I thought these things only happen in Hell-Ay?!” Paolo says as we all wonder in awe. “That's what the invitation says. We're in KL so enjoy your anonymity.” Dennis says as we enter a mansion that reeks of luxury and old money in D.H.

“Enjoy your stay and please don't hesitate to visit the spacious rooms at the higher floors.” Stephen says as the waiter clad in a tux gives us our welcome drinks. As we enter the hallway a woman wearing a lacy dress touches her pouty lips, takes Dennis' hand and says “follow me.” Dennis looks at me waiting for validation. “We just got here. But if you wanna get off then tudulus.” I said while Paolo smiles and gives his approval. Paolo and I made a circuit of the big house. We wandered in and out then finally settled in the dining area allowing us to have a better view of the water court and the garden. Suddenly, a couple approaches. One is holding a bottle of Champagne with a red scarf wrapped around her neck and the other puts strawberries in our drinks. I dropped down in the chair and stared at her. The night seemed to breathe with a soft lovely rhythm outside, her fragrance barely touching the moist cool air. Paolo was veiled in stillness, waiting for my response, I presumed, though why, I had no idea. He sat there, silent, peering at me steadily while the light sparking for an instant in his brooding brown eyes. He allowed her to lure him into pleasure….
I made a little weary accepting gesture after I finished my glass. I lifted my right hand languidly, wholly unconscious of the seductive quality of my simple gesture. Finally, I ran my fingers back through my dark brown hair….

Sorry folks, time to practice your vivid imagination… “Private Post already!”

The following day, during breakfast, there was an awkward silence. “Last night shall remain in my books forever.” Paolo declares as we all raise our glasses (orange juice) and cheers.

The morning was coming behind the heavy gray sky. I stood in front of the hotel waiting for the spectacle of the light to come and still a little afraid of its fury. Why do I feel tormented in some deep way, as if last night had caused me pain? Was it the whole experience or something I left back home?

I wonder, after millions of years of evolution, why do men still (only) want to stick it in every place they can and for women, it is still about security and commitment and whatever the fuck else?!