Sunday, July 29, 2007
The night is hot and steamy, and so am I. It was on a night like this, many years ago, that boyfriend du jour and I were rolling around on the floor, fucking like dogs in heat, in the heat, until we were sweating buckets and completely satiated. We let go of one another and rolled onto our backs, smiling and catching our breaths. He started stroking me affectionately, and one of his fingers dipped into my bellybutton, which was filled to the brim with sweat. Not just my sweat, but our sweat, and BF hadn't bathed for a while, which was part of his charm. Struck suddenly by an unwise, romantic impulse, BF announced that he would "sip my nectar," and put his lips to the naval goblet. I heard a small "slurp" and then a shriek, followed by a great deal of spitting and swearing. I laughed until tears rolled down my sweaty cheeks. "It's not funny," he insisted, but he was wrong.