It wasn’t long before she started taking her clothes off. What started as an innocuous study session had turned into a steamy tale of infidelity.
Intermittently, the words such as “cheating”, “disloyalty” did pop up in her mind, but the pain between her legs was too sweet and strong to let her think of such things more holistically.
The fact that she realized it very early that she couldn’t stop what was happening to her –more aptly, she didn’t want to – wasn’t helping either.
So she gave in.
But she couldn’t give in absolutely. Committing to the moment completely wasn’t achievable for her. So she thought of analyzing it. Why, after all, was she doing it?
He was not handsome. Nor was he mentally, or physically, well endowed. And although, she has been toying with the idea of sapiosexuality, she wasn’t entirely convinced of it either.
Then why, oh why was she doing it to her macho husband?
May be, that was why!
He was too macho for her. And she had always wanted someone docile and malleable. Someone ‘soft, someone who will be dependent on her. How she loathed the idea of patriarchy and machoism.
She was the sort of strong, independent women by whom the media swore. But her husband had always challenged her character – emotionally and mentally. Shameless, typical patriarch!
Oh Yes!
Silence. Only hard breathings.
Click of the lighter and exhausted ring of smoke.
“Shall we start all over again?”
Cellar Door 