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Kama Sutra for Beginners
December 2, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Epiphany, Eye Contact, Love, Sex | by davidbdale | 43 comments
I stayed inside her for a very long time. Propped on my elbows, I slowed my rhythm, listened to our breath like bending trees, stopped counting my heartbeats, and felt my heart stop counting as well. I wanted to exist in the exclusively now, as the book put it. The past had nothing for me. I was inside her, and it didn’t matter how long I had been. But the future, well, the future was dangling god-affirming ecstasy, or the little death of need, and maybe a nibble on the neck. All good things. I knew if I so much as twitched my hips, the future would suck me straight to the afterglow. I found my balance and sought her eyes. I wanted her to see my unique love for her as her destiny. She’d seen this look from me before, this forcing-an-epiphany look. She flipped below me like a dolphin in a tank and gave me a look of her own. She rocked me off my elbows and pulled me back like a magnet, rocked me, pulled me. I couldn’t breathe. I wondered what animal pose we were doing. Silly boy, she was thinking, or so I thought, epiphanies are cheap. She growled. I found a rhythm that wasn’t metaphorical and harmonized with her to make something wild and furry we could share. And there it was, she was, when I quit striving for insight: the multifaced feminine deity of my personal pantheon: lips of former girlfriends and a schoolgirl skirt, variably breasted, numerously thighed, arms and legs enough to hold the important bits together: all the women I ever worshiped in a single apparition. I don’t know what hybridized figment she was concocting, but we made what we needed. and we saw that it was good.
Copyright © December 1, 2006
The Truth About Sex
October 16, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Cheat, Drinking, Flirt, Laugh, Marriage, Sex, Truth | by davidbdale | 4 comments
The honest man tells his wife the truth about sex. It’s a vertiginous moment. The truth about sex is that he always wants it and will forever continue to want it with whomever is nearest and most willing and most attractive, but that of those three indicators attractiveness, while important, is not essential and will, if mitigated for instance by distance or disinterest, yield to nearness and willingness every time, so that if she, the wife, will only continue always to be near and to arouse or to feign arousal, she will never have a rival even among the most attractive for his sex, such as it is, from which longish explication the wife detects primarily that she is not considered the most attractive by the one most near.
Without a word she lifts his keys from his jacket pocket, backs his sweet young Buick without looking into traffic and proceeds adroitly in reverse to the corner bar where her 7th 7and7 tells her a secret about boys and girls. To the gentlemen in the tavern her attractiveness is sufficient by several tenths, her nearness a matter of no dispute, her willingness the only occasion for a round of lively wagering. Those to whom her posture indicates a hasty readiness place bets they can’t afford to win or lose with those persuaded of her modesty. In a random forward gear, she drives one such home to meet her husband, who regards him with an active curiosity, then offers him a drink. Then, having made her point, she thinks, she retires to the bedroom alone, leaving the boys to drink away the night talking about the girls they’ve known. Toward morning, she hears her husband tell the one about the honest man. She laughs out loud. She hears them laugh.
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Thank you so much, anhinga, but I wouldn't want to try it without the other 199. —David
Why, thank you, brother. It's wonderful to see you here. :) —David
All you need is 100 words to make an emotional impact. Touching.
Brilliant, brother. Just simply brilliant.
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