It's just another orifice
Strewn around the bedroom is the paraphernalia of what should have been a good night. Empty champagne bottles and boxes of chocolate, a tube of KY Jelly. In the dim bedside light sit our couple, at opposite sides of the bed, facing away from each other. The night, clearly, has not gone to plan. She looks to the ceiling and shakes her head. He looks to the floor and unknowingly mimics her sentiments and action.
"Why won't do this? You might like it."
"I just don't want to."
"You might like it. You won't know until you try it."
"It's not fucking asparagus!"
"No. It's not fucking... asparagus."
The tension is broken and they start to giggle. They look at each other and something passes between them.
"OK" she says.
He rushes downstairs, to the kitchen, and gets another bottle of champagne.
Four glasses and a handful of giggles later and the look is shared once more between them.
"O-kay" she says.
They awake the next morning, in each other's arms.
"That was a great night."
"Come on. You loved it. You came like a steam train."
"Yeah. But I'm going to be walking funny for a week" he replies.
submitted at 6:03pm
10 July 2008