I Was Told a Story

The man was on his back. He opened his eyes. Everything was dark, the house was quiet. All he could hear was her calm, slow breathing. Clearly, she was asleep. However, he couldn’t do the same. His feet were cold, and the thought of his wife made him feel rather uncomfortable.

“Why did I let her stay here? How can she sleep when it’s so cold?” Negative thoughts tormented the man as he was lying to himself about the reasons he let her share his bed for the night. You can lie to your friends, you can lie to your family, but you cannot lie to yourself. The desire was quickly escalating in him. “Should I go satisfy myself in the bathroom? Good idea!” He tried to get up. The drinking before going to bed had its effect. The man was too cold, too tired and too drunk to get up. “It’s true what Shakespeare said: The drink increases the desire but diminishes the performance”.

She moved. “Are you asleep?” “No”. The man turned towards her. She turned the other way. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer. Their feet touched, “she is as cold as I am”, he remarked quietly. They lay motionless for a while, he started to gently caress her back, moving towards her shoulders; she shivered. “She is ticklish too”. The man gently went back down, gently touching her spleen. He made his way to her hips, feeling the smooth, soft and boiling hot skin. He tried to put his hand further down; she made a little movement with her hips restricting his access. Disappointed, we went back up, passing by her nice flat stomach, making his way to her breasts. There, she didn’t seem to mind. However, as confused as he was, he didn’t dare going under her bra. Instead, he went around, making little movements, picking the edge of the bra slightly, teasing her. He went back down, passing by her back, getting to her calves. From there, he tried going up again. As a result he got the same hip movement. It made him moan with desire. “How can she be so cruel?”

The man took his hand away. “Don’t stop”. “Ah, she wants more! As cruel as she can be, she is still human and needs some affection”. The man decided to use that, teasing her by stopping his caresses every few minutes, getting the same “Don’t stop”. Every time, these words become more and more satisfying. The man never knew that torturing could be as fun as making love. His desire faded away. All he wanted was revenge. So he got up; left the bed; pursued his morning occupations.

It’s only by the end of the day he decided to meditate a bit. It’s not the first time the man has been treated like that. He doesn’t seem to learn. He concluded that since this happened regularly, he would no longer invite women in his bed so easily. He will be cruel, mean and desire-thirsty.

Satisfied, the man went to bed.