My Own Private Mathematics

There was a time when I could easily be had in front of a fireplace, my lover feeding me chunks of a Toblerone bar as he peeled my clothes off, neither of us paying much attention to the smoke filling the room until we were coughing and it was getting in the way of our lovemaking. I suppose it's folly to say there was a time because anyone who knows me would know that means now, before, and later.

It was a fantasy I'd shared with several people; when I uttered it to other women, they usually nodded slowly, Yes..... Eating chocolate+sex. There is no need for an equal sign to end the equation. The outcome is not even comprehensible, and certainly falls outside of such a standard concept as answer. We each fill out our own equation. I could say my equation went something like this:

eating chocolate+(while having)sex=forgetting the fireplace, thickness of chocolate in my mouth and his, rush of indescribable sensations in different parts of the body, sweetness, life, death, what will my boyfriend think?, who cares--I'm hundreds of miles away anyway, there, there, more, like that...

and on and on...

Comments

[karrie]

Oooh .... Wendy. You may have forgotten the fireplace, but this entry is on fire.