SWEET SEX, ACRID TALES

I was sitting, as I watched him sleep as nothing had happened. Earlier he just narrated to me his episodes with women. He smoothly told me with a smile on his face — sometimes a very buoyant grin escaped the side of his face — how he flexed and fiddled with lassies — some discerning, others weren't.  

I asked questions, he answered without restrain, without a single iota of remorse, for him it was an odyssey he was worthy of. 

He was relishing every moment, as he garnished his tale with his occasional quips, the sound of it released an acerbic emotional concoction. It ebbed my spirit into an abysmal corridor full of thorns and thistles: thoughts — “did I create this monster? Or did I awaken it?”

Because I too have had a taste of it, but this time I was both chef and customer. He served and I ate, I served and he ate — we both satiated our appetites in lustful moans and unsettled cravings. We would come back for more.

Bit by bit he layered his plan to whisk more into his charmed nets and defenestrate their under garments only allowing their body abide in his chambers so he could swim in its outlines, break its barriers and break the being. 

I sat thinking to myself “Haba things haven't gotten that bad”. His face was as determined as his tone. He meant every word he said. He claims we felt he was loose, that he would become as sexually rabid as he can — no female would escape his grips. 

The truth is, when a man travels this tunnel, he digs tunnels into his soul that lets things in that should never be in. He travels into his own future to create traps that would slow down his present and impale his future. 

Doesn't he realize that any character he builds in would be permanent? Doesn't he know that he is weakening his resolve to reject sexual tension? Doesn't he know that he is educating the world on how cheap he is? Doesn't he know that he would get married and he would have to remain faithful to ONE woman? Is he even bothered about his future? Does he think the consequences through? (He obviously thinks the steps through) 

Hasn't he ever sat down to thing of value? Dignity? Posterity? Pedagogy is best done with actions and not with words alone. That you say it and do the opposite means you don't mean it. People react to what you mean and not what you say. What kind of legacy would he allow run free? That sex is some sort of game we play when we are bored? Sex is recreational? 

Sex is overrated only because it has become common and abused. It's almost like its easy to be open, like sacredness is a sacred sin he won't commit. 

I tried to put forth a fortiori, but my corollary fell on dour ears; it seemed like his hearing became blunt from the sounds of bosoms clapping so loud into his tympanic membrane, and his heart has yielded its steps to the beats of the woman's buttocks. 

Wait.. Why am I wailing? I cooked the potion that made the wizard.