Erotic - Madonna

Dance of life !

Fall in love with music
Fall in love with dance
Fall in love with anything that makes you want romance

You'll forget about your troubles and you'll feel more alive !!!

Fall in love with passion
Fall in love with lust
Fall in love with all the things that makes you love your life

Kiss your past goodbye and you will get by ....

Right in the night you'll find
If you want to fall in love,
You'll fall in love.
And sweet things is what you'll get
When you fall in love !!!

Frustrated

Sexually frustrated I sought relief in my boyfriend. AA was thrilled by my sudden sexual interest more so I was never known to be an initiator. Alas, sex was still lame, no matter how hard I tried. There was no magic, I guess it’s because I didn’t have it for him.

I soon found myself more frustrated than ever before even though I enjoyed his company.

The knock

As peaceful as it may sounds, my nights were restless haunted with lustful thoughts. I would toss and turn and hear him do the same till one night I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

“ Who’s that ? ” : I asked.

“ It’s me ” : he answered.

Being in the habit of sleeping “ a la naturelle” , I sat up purposely exposing my legs and barely covering my breasts. My pulse was racing. I was nervours. I have been anticipating this moment for so long and here I am suddenly feeling awkward.

“Come in ” : I said.

He was bare with just a Lycra tight shorts on emphasizing his manhood.

“Do you have any Panadol ? I have a bad headache ! ” : he said.

“I think so, in the bathroom cabinet next to the Band aid ” : I replied playing along just in case.

He left the room. I was wondering wether he was using that as an excuse or really meant it. One thing for sure, I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself !

That night I hardly slept. I was so tempted to kick his bedchamber door open, rip his jockeys and ride him like his never been ridden before. I kept playing the scenario over and over in my head till I heard my alarm clock ring …

The move

In spite of my boyfriend's objections and warnings, I moved in governed by my own impulses. AG and I got along like a house on fire. There was a special chemistry between us which was only inflammed by the suppression of our growing desire.

I found his line of reasonning and dry sense of humour stimulating but his lack of observation odd. He was my opposite, an introvert. He much preferred his own company and only had few friends.

I started leaving work right on five to be home with him. We would sip our coffee and talk about our day, our childhood dreams, our friends etc,... while watching the sunset and listenning to Seal or Sting album.

I was being tamed. My friends including my girlfriend ( T) were concerned and so was my boyfriend about my sudden change and lack of social interest. I kept making up excuses that I was under a lot of pressure work and didn't feel like going out ! [T] was suspicious but didn't say much !

The bait ...

It all started when I told my girfriend [T] that I was looking for a new abode. She called me at work the following day regarding a privately advertised waterfront place. We decided to check it out that afternoon and made arrangements to meet the owner around 6pm.

The directions were straight forward. The house was situated at the bottom of a hill and had a 45 degree steep driveway. [T] was freaking out. We drove down on low gear and parked in a cul de sac shape leveled area overlooking the roof tiles. The worse was not over yet, another 50 steep narrow steps before getting to the front patio. Looking at [T]'s face expression, I was struggling to keep a straight face. She was cursing under her breath her decision to come along.

The view was breathtaking complimented by a Chris Isaak tune. A man in his early thirties came out to greet us wearing a Polo T/Shirt and tight blue jeans. His face features were very ordinary, but there was something about him that I found intringuing. A tennis ball size protrusion between his legs!

In an instant, my focus shifted a 180 degree turn from its original purpose. My surreptituous glances only served to ignite the current state of mind I was in. I so wanted to see what's beneath those pants, and was struggling to visualise this inchoate form in my mind. I kept steering his attention to the opposite direction enabling me to throw furtive looks discreetly at his protuberance.

As he turned around to show us the place, I noticed he had a V shaped back accentuated by a great physique but to my disapointment no "derriere". He was flat. He had one of my favourite aftershave on which made my composure a task from hell. I became more conscious of the proximity of our bodies and turned purposely brushing my erected nipple beneath my blouse againt his bare arm. I was on heat with one mission on mind "to fuck the living daylight out of him".

The place was clean and tidy which meant he was the hygienic type and maybe... shaven. I was studying his moves trying to picture what he would be like in bed, what it would be like smoking his blue vein cigar. Just like a fish taking the bait I was hooked and waiting for him to reel me in.

Back in the car [T] asked me: " What do you think ?"

"Yeah, it's nice. Did you notice his bulge ? " : I couldn't refrain myself from asking.

"Well, it was hard not to take notice especially in those tight jeans he was wearing, I couldn't help staring " : she replied, laughingly.

" Tell me about it. Imagine what it would look like erected ? I wouldn't mind seeing it in action. To be more precise, I wouldn't mind riding it " : I added.

" You have a boyfriend ! You shouldn't be talking like that ! " : she said indignantly.

" Look who's talking ! Was it me humping a married work colleague early hours in the morning in the backseat, after a late night shift couple of days ago ? " : I sharply retorted putting mother Theresa back in her shoes.

My boyfriend called later that night. I told him I found a place. He was silent the minute he heard I was moving in with a male flatmate. He wasn't happy with the idea.

" Why don't you move in with me ?" : he asked taking me by surprise.

" I think it's too soon. Plus you told me that you liked your own space and that I should not expect to see you every weekend nor during weekdays ! " : I replied.

" Yeah I know, but that was before I fell for you. I want to be with you " : he insisted.

"Me too honey, but I'm worried if we spent too much time together you might tire of me " : I said reassuringly.

"No I wont. I'm in love with you ! And what if something happens between you two" ; he added.

" Don't be silly, he's ugly. You're much better looking " : I retorted convincingly .

The thing is I did not lie. My boyfriend was much better looking but lacked sex apeal. In society's eyes, we were the perfect couple, our looks complimented each other. Little did anyone know that I wasn't satisfied with our sex life. He was a great kisser but that's where it stopped...

Affliction of a femme du monde ...

" When the sky appears in pain and sunset no more than a wound, what are the thoughts that occur to a libertine soul like yours ? ... "
Charles Beaudelaire...


A lethal cocktail of anguish, revulsion, unease ... and sin took hold of me, tourmenting my mind , twisting my thoughts, distorting my grip of life and throwing me into an abyss of internal damnation. I was feeling chaos ... till my stomach seized with convulsions had me kneeling and a searing pain bursting out a flood of tears.

" Are you okay, honey ? " : asked a concerned voiced

" Yeah, I'm fine, got to go .... " : I answered back.

" But you don't look well, you can't... "

" NO, I have to go " : I insisted.

I needed to get out and get some fresh air ! I drove off acting on a strong impulse to flee as far as possible from this place wishing for tomorrow to come and draw the curtain on this nightmare. Only then I'll be anew and wholesome again.

The irony of it all is that it's NOT the first time ! Like a repeat offender, I am constantly drawn in spite of me to that fleeting moment of intense pleasure that shakes the very root of my body and soul before darkness overwhelms me ...