Pieces Of Cake
May 8th 2006 14:41
Love is a beautiful thing. And I see no reason why the act of making love shouldn’t be similarly beautiful. Sex tends to be all about passion, frequently blind passion, so I hadn’t previously taken the time to consider an aesthetic dimension at all.. but Taffy and Mr. X were so beautiful together, and when we all curled up to sleep afterward I felt incredibly warm and happy and loved snuggled between two of my favourite people in the world.
And in my happy naiveté I thought this state of perpetual bliss could continue indefinitely. But cracks were already showing. There was a moment when Mr. X and I leaned across her and kissed that Taffy seriously contemplated physical violence. Jealousy, possessiveness and insecurity were slithering like serpents into my paradise.
And I really didn’t want to confront any questions of good and evil. Was it ok to still have an overwhelming physical attraction to Mr. X? How would this threaten my blossoming relationship with Taffy?
And in the complicated arena of sexual politics, what does it really mean to be bisexual? When they were both undressing I had a sudden moment of clarity and unwarily announced that I’d settled the question! I really did like both boys and girls. (And didn’t see why I should do without either.) Of course this provoked an uneasy reaction. Taffy said that she liked me, and Mr. X attempted to break the ice by announcing that he liked nipples.
I started to wonder whether I really would be allowed to have my cake and eat it too.
And in my happy naiveté I thought this state of perpetual bliss could continue indefinitely. But cracks were already showing. There was a moment when Mr. X and I leaned across her and kissed that Taffy seriously contemplated physical violence. Jealousy, possessiveness and insecurity were slithering like serpents into my paradise.
And I really didn’t want to confront any questions of good and evil. Was it ok to still have an overwhelming physical attraction to Mr. X? How would this threaten my blossoming relationship with Taffy?
And in the complicated arena of sexual politics, what does it really mean to be bisexual? When they were both undressing I had a sudden moment of clarity and unwarily announced that I’d settled the question! I really did like both boys and girls. (And didn’t see why I should do without either.) Of course this provoked an uneasy reaction. Taffy said that she liked me, and Mr. X attempted to break the ice by announcing that he liked nipples.
I started to wonder whether I really would be allowed to have my cake and eat it too.
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