An art form
The loveliest thought to impart itself upon my sunny weekend is that I am single. Yes, single. And how happy I am to exist without the condescension of an all-too-significant other...not to mention the notion of being vulnerable to all love's cruelties. But being able to be completely selfish has to top the list here.
Dean whom I met two months ago (strictly platonic) has become the Adam in my KL life. However, unlike Adam, Dean is straight. Which means such a thing as platonic sex exists in our friendship, thank you very much. The good thing about having Dean is that we're both not interested in having a relationship, at least not with each other and not now, and we're both still getting enough not to have to flirt with strangers in dark places.
(No, Tash is not a nymphomaniac or anything or that sort, but she does think vibrators are overrated and too much play time with one can cause semi-permanent lack of sensitivity to one's genitalia.)
Case in hand: One evening, Dean came over and I decided to bake chocolate chip cookies. As expected, after 20 minutes kneading dough, the chocolate chips started mysteriously finding their way into my mouth...via his. Things got a little messy, and the chocolate chips started finding their way onto my bedsheets as well and soon after we were both skin-to-skin. But the cookies needed to go into the oven, unforgotten, so I flipped Dean over and told him I wasn't up for it. "OK. Whenever you are, Tash." He replied. The cookies we baked were pretty darned good, even if there could've been more chocolate in there.
Yes, about being selfish, it definitely tops the list - it makes me forget my age.
Dean whom I met two months ago (strictly platonic) has become the Adam in my KL life. However, unlike Adam, Dean is straight. Which means such a thing as platonic sex exists in our friendship, thank you very much. The good thing about having Dean is that we're both not interested in having a relationship, at least not with each other and not now, and we're both still getting enough not to have to flirt with strangers in dark places.
(No, Tash is not a nymphomaniac or anything or that sort, but she does think vibrators are overrated and too much play time with one can cause semi-permanent lack of sensitivity to one's genitalia.)
Case in hand: One evening, Dean came over and I decided to bake chocolate chip cookies. As expected, after 20 minutes kneading dough, the chocolate chips started mysteriously finding their way into my mouth...via his. Things got a little messy, and the chocolate chips started finding their way onto my bedsheets as well and soon after we were both skin-to-skin. But the cookies needed to go into the oven, unforgotten, so I flipped Dean over and told him I wasn't up for it. "OK. Whenever you are, Tash." He replied. The cookies we baked were pretty darned good, even if there could've been more chocolate in there.
Yes, about being selfish, it definitely tops the list - it makes me forget my age.
posted by tasha at 12:57 AM
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