I've got a confession to make: I think of 'doing it' all the time. I look at the computer screen at work, feel bored, close my eyes...and invariably think of doing it. I'm in the bus, staring vacantly at the maddening crowd outside, shut my eyes & think of doing it. I reach home exhausted and reeling; think of doing it. I wake up on weekend mornings, think of dedicating the entire day doing it...and end up complying for only a few minutes, exceedingly satisfying though it may be.
I think of the blessed day when the object of my affection had come home with me for the first time. I was tempted to doing it that very night, but better sense prevailed and I didn't. We just lay together in bed before I fell asleep.
But temptations are hard to resist and I finally did it for the first time! It was magical and very special, something that has kept me loyal for all these months. I can still recall the anticipation, the excitement, the apprehension, the uncertainty, the ogling and the decisive plunge. It was ecstatic! We lied together and I kept reminiscing what had just transpired between us. I drifted asleep after flirting with the idea of what lied ahead.
I did it regularly after that, although not with the prolific frequency I had originally intended. It was always the same magic, the same surge of emotions, the same overwhelming, the same chemistry and the same feeling of wonderment that egged me on to newer and hitherto unexplored levels. Doing it each time left me a little more experienced and complete.
Ya, I'm in the mood to do it again tonight. Gotta continue with page 64 of A Suitable Boy. Reading this book has been an experience in itself. Each time I do it, I'm wiser by a few pages. Vikram Seth's insight into the nuances of the human psyche is amazing.