By
Stanley Collymore
We met for the very first time, as I’m absolutely sure you well
remember, not by design but, as it clearly happened, pure coincidence my dear!
But even so, and from the very outset of our personal encounter, the evidently
striking and unmistakably physically-stimulated chemistry instinctively
generated between the two of us wasn’t only astoundingly enhancing but equally
as well most naturally and delightfully enlivening in its totally unrehearsed
origin.
A fortuitously conceived situation that, in effect, amply enabled
this overwhelming physical chemistry that had spontaneously developed between
the two of us to fittingly augur in the welcoming prospect of a decidedly torrid
and urgently longed for sexual relationship that in its assembling became so
patently obvious that only a complete and unworldly fool, or maybe someone who
was entirely blind or otherwise consisted of being a wholly unresponsive,
non-perceptive, or even a markedly non-empathetic person could excusably be
expected to realistically fail to grasp and consequently not properly
understand what instinctively and discernibly consensually was happening, both
physically and emotionally at the time, between you and me.
So in the set circumstances that we now found ourselves in, it
quite understandably, most naturally, unsurprisingly, rather pragmatically and
without any fuss, most fittingly and logically for both of us – in what
doubtlessly had acceleratedly in the process of all this desirable expectation
anticipatorily set the stage for the full realization of what unhesitatingly
was to become an intense and unmissable liaison – had essentially and
noticeably irresistibly become a dynamic catalyst of its own, effectively
ensuring that absolutely nothing would be permitted on the part of either of us
to either deter or in any way interfere with what we were both consciously and
pleasurably embarking upon.
But for all of the enthusiasm which we’d jointly and mutually drawn
on in the active furtherance of our sexual liaison, I frankly don’t recall you
ever expressing any reservations about what we were consensually doing or, come
to that, made known an implied point of view, far less so a decisive wish for
our existing relationship to significantly reform, develop correspondingly, and
accordingly expand into something the complete opposite of what it already was:
a distinctly categorical fusion of carnal escapism explicitly bound up in an
ongoing and a most favourably disposed to sexual tryst that itself was freely
and excitedly engaged in without any avowed promises of commitment, one way or
the other, by either or both of us, its eager and willing participants.
And this despite the numerous opportunities that we both
individually as well as jointly had to unambiguously make well-known to each
other, if we had any such objectives in mind, our resolutely changed desire for
a more substantial and meaningful adult exposition in relation to the existing
intimate alliance between the two of us. One that openly, honestly and quite
obviously did mutually and beneficially offer a credible constructive approach
to our own ongoing behaviour, so as to encompass a more profound appreciation
of ourselves as worthy human beings; together with a marked alteration in its
evaluation of us as singularly unique personalities and not straightforwardly
as objects for our common sexual gratification. And with that foremost in mind
seriously explore the genuine prospect of a marked alternative to what we were currently
doing.
However, realistically there was little chance of that ever
happening or the likely prospect of convincingly getting you to change your
mind, since clearly it wasn’t what you wanted then or conceivably wished for at
any other point in time. So it wasn’t hard for me to discern your thinking as intuitively
I knew that much already. For even though words, as such, were never employed
by you to concisely express your innermost feelings on this epicurean
experience we were indulging in, your inescapably decipherable body language
was nevertheless on its own quite revealing.
And consequently in its analytical summation was a comprehensible indication
that personal commitment by you wasn’t what you were either looking for, much
less so enthusiastically disposed to freely giving. And therefore, if our ongoing
and libertine relationship wasn’t in these threatened new circumstances to come
to a conclusively abrupt end, the only real option going for us was to
appreciatively carry on as avid lovers and in the process firmly discard all
unfavourable notions of us ever wishing to or actually becoming true friends.
Of all the diverse expectations and indeed, if one is
to be perfectly honest about it, accumulative experiences that us human beings regularly,
more often than not routinely, sometimes pleasurably, invariably expectantly
and, at times, even controversially engage in sex is doubtlessly among the foremost
of these in our general consciousness; and while the reasons for this are
multiple and even sometimes contradictory in nature there’s no genuinely
effective or permanent means of getting away from this omnipresent phenomenon
in our individual life.
And while significant numbers of you may, at times,
seek to convince and even manage to delude yourselves that sex is for you essentially,
and for all of its apparent popularity, merely an ephemeral part of your own and
even that of mankind’s wider human existence, none the less as a culturally
sophisticated person whose thoughts and physical actions leave you with no
other option but to properly and beneficially channel these corporeal impulses
into more constructive things, as such sex: either jointly with someone or
discretionarily on your own, is ultimately a recreation that you can well do
without.
My straightforward and unambiguous answer to that one
is: Dream on! For common sense generously coupled with loads of practical
experience have categorically taught me that the more fervent and outspoken
against sex such critics are the greater are their unrequited and carnal demons
within.
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