essentially prudes, modest, overly shy

Eating bar-b-que’d iguana, I’ll be one tough act to follow. It always seemed strange when such overtly asexual people told graphic tales of very sexual encounters, incidents clearly exaggerated to portray a life style, the need to describe inappropriately being a solid measure of infrequency, believing honestly this stud and slut could count their intimacy together on a single hand, maybe two, recognizing several stories born of a single drunken party retold. Yet perhaps I am deceived. Perhaps they fucked like bunnies too long denied the chance to screw and the over familiar nature of their all-too-ribald tales derived instead from the repetitive nature of the physical act of love, absent the imagination of erotic story-tellers, even so, the tales they told did little to persuade me of their sexual naughtiness like so many radicals, essentially prudes, modest, overly shy, the party lying in their rebel yell yet never in their beds.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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