Wednesday, December 13, 2006
s.e.x._o.n._w.h.e.e.l.
I’ve got pick up last night. He is a married man. Two of his wives probably at home preparing his meal or his bath. His children nicely tucked in bed, ready to have some shut eye. He is twice my age, with a stocky build. Race and religion didn’t get between us. A chinese and a Malay.
It happened in his car. The temperature was right, even though it was drizzling outside. I can see my breath in the window. His hands were moving about as he spoke to me. Confident in what he is doing. The backseat was leather, emitting a sense of warmth. I couldn’t hear him well with the sound of the radio playing in the background. I had to move front and back. Then I made up my mind it was much more tiring to do that, so I rather not rest at the back, but stay afront.
He was interested. I was ready to enlighten him. He couldn’t have done it any better. He kept it steady and knew exactly when to pause. It was his first, but not mine. Yet the mood was not tense. Surprisingly with so much of taboo, it was going really well. And I was amazed at how comfortable both of us are.
It was the longest ride I ever had. He dropped me off at my place. It has been awhile since I done something like this. It does feel real good. Even now as I typed this, I am glad that I did it.
