I am at the bottom of a very steep and narrow canyon. It must be in the middle east. A part of the canyon wall is hollowed out and is now a room and I look in to see Cambodian women and Palestinian men having sex. They are covered in sheets of cream burlap and lit by four or five oil lanterns. I somehow discern though that there is no actual intercourse and the men cannot use their hands. Five or six couples.
It is dusty and hot and light orange and warm browns and yellows. it is my turn.
My friends come along, all guys and we lay down. The most aggressive woman comes to me and is very demanding at first. But she asks rather plaintively, "You have to request what we do."
"I cannot touch you." I said. "Please kiss my neck."
She does for a bit and then stops. "You smell of bile and the taste of lye on your skin from the Dial Soap makes me ill."
I wait patiently while my friends are serviced. I am only staring at this woman's face.
I woke up at 5 this morning and masturbated and then tried hard to go back to sleep.
It is dusty and hot and light orange and warm browns and yellows. it is my turn.
My friends come along, all guys and we lay down. The most aggressive woman comes to me and is very demanding at first. But she asks rather plaintively, "You have to request what we do."
"I cannot touch you." I said. "Please kiss my neck."
She does for a bit and then stops. "You smell of bile and the taste of lye on your skin from the Dial Soap makes me ill."
I wait patiently while my friends are serviced. I am only staring at this woman's face.
I woke up at 5 this morning and masturbated and then tried hard to go back to sleep.