Quiet Kisses and a Date Night at Home

They Kiss Quiet

He kisses quiet and she kisses quiet

Nobody knows when they kiss except them

Any passion in their kiss is shared in private;
They haven’t done the French kiss;

He isn’t a prude, it’s the saliva, and besides – how do you coordinate such a thing?

She isn’t a prude either, it’s that foreign warmth, the texture of a tongue (her own tongue gives her the shivers at the best of times), what more a strangers’?

They watch porn together;
they’re fucking like maniacs, she says

He nods, adding: and so loud,

All of that sweat she concludes

They haven’t had sex, they would like to, theoretically. The idea of losing yourself in the moment, in another person, they both agree that this would be an exciting occasion. Although that’s very Hollywood, that «losing yourselves in the other», what does it actually mean, she wonders

He blunts out a theory, maybe like when a really deep song is playing you close your eyes and for those minutes you’re gone, on a another planet

She adds: In another dimension

They smile, if sex is like that then maybe it won’t be too bad, a few seconds of contemplative facial expressions, wistful even, quickly turn to frowns and furrowed brows

But the smell! And the noises! They both blurt out, laughter rings out in front of the muted TV.

Endless fucking; even in movies without sex, they manage to squeeze in something, be it a pointless relationship or love interest (or brothel, she intercepts). His words hover for a second.

The whole world is a Sex of Noise, she declares,

He smiles, nodding, but frowns immediately.
The porn flick concludes with an “Over the Moon” money shot and fades to black.

She says: I wonder what the rest of her day will be like. Wouldn’t it be funny if she went to visit the family back home and she’s kissing grandma and sister’s daughters.

They laugh and watch Classic Tom & Jerry cartoons into the mid-night and beyond.


I Miss Emmanuel

Emmanuel (The Erotic Movies) and general ‘blue movies’ that used to play on the telly!

Why do I miss Emmanuel? As a young teen I first saw sexual behaviour on the TV (tube tv, clunky things they were)

How arousing they were to my little mind, the kissing (because you can’t actually shag on the tube.), They were such a big deal to my virginy mind. So human.

It’s amazing how intimacy replaces the pounding and choking online porn displays all because the act of intercourse is absent (read: ‘not allowed’).

I’m no sociologist, or sex doctor, or oncologist (and I think I’ve been reading way too many Stephellan**** blogs hence this stream of consciousness writing style), but I miss that slow humping, those funny facial expressions, the hands running up and down naked body parts, the funky music, the hilarious climax scenes.

Frankly they were all better than this ass to mouth generation of non-creative money-shot-download-for-free-over-here “intercourse flicks”

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