it amazes me how quickly strangers can end up cuddling with the intimacy of long time lovers. these men intertwine their fingers with mine in the middle of the night and pull me close.. giving me little kisses and wrap me in their arms. their feet finding mine to play footsie and they stroke my hair when they think i’m asleep.
maybe sex is just the ice breaker for the warmth we are all lacking in our daily lives. we pull away from our parents and then find ourselves seeking replacement affection. someone we can be vulnerable with. you’ve already seen them naked and know what funny noises they make and where their weak spots are… so once you are laying there in the dark.. life stories and secrets begin to flow. i find out more about a stranger in the hour following sex than friends i have had for years… bodies pressed together and usually with one hand cupping a boob… they seem best able to bare their soul with ease.
when i went to visit my parents i went home with a friends of friends… his face was familiar but we had never had a real conversation until that night. what i will always remember about him is that when i woke up he asked if i needed anything… stretching my arms up and becoming aware of the all over stickyness i yawned that i was going to borrow his shower. to which he responds.. ok, lets take a shower. heh? i’ve had boyfriends for years that i haven’t taken a shower with… but ok. we squish into his little cubicle of a shower.. make out a bit… and then he soaps up a soft poofy sponge and taking his time gently washes me from top to bottom with all the care of a real lover. it was so sweet. he took me to breakfast and we sat in the sun and discussed our families and pasts… shared really personal stories.. then he drove me home and i never saw him again.
