Shopping, sex and gulab jamun
When your priority is sex, you want to be as efficient as possible in other activities. Xmas shopping for example. After a successful morning trek deep into suburbia to find the perfect gift at a Walmart even more suburban than ours, I had less than 90 minutes in a mall for Xmas shopping. After 45 minutes, I had 75% complete. After 70 minutes, I was ready to leave. Now this is incredibly fast for me. I usually like taking my time shopping, browsing around instead of targeted, find & run, in & out as quick as possible shopping. But when it’s a choice between shopping and sex, sex always wins. And at that moment, with my arms quickly tiring and hot flashes attacking, Maestro calls. He’s waiting in the parking lot. Within 15 minutes we’re home, naked in bed. The urgent, wicked passion has turned up a notch since the party last Saturday. It’s like fine-tuning the exact movements and tempo to be in sync. Little teases lead to bigger orgasms. All in time for the holidays!
And as much as getting up to 4 times yesterday, the highlight of the day was almost lunch. We also found deeper in suburbia (20 minutes more drive) a delicious Indian buffet. It’s stuck in the middle of a shopping mall full of jewellers, wedding and mobile phone shops, and has creamy, rich butter chicken to die for. And a dessert (can’t remember the name) that’s basically warm pancake balls soaked in honey. Oh Maestro knows his knots, and he also knows his food. Gulab jamun – thank you unnamed search engine! It was better than he described, and writing about it now is making me saliva. Thinking of it with vanilla ice cream, dark chocolate, strawberries … is it possible to eat that and have sex at the same time? Let’s be clear, Maestro and I aren’t into food and sex. Like eating things off of each other, having food in the bedroom – those are things we’ll avoid. Just not into having that mess in the bedroom. But gulab jamun could make me reconsider. (Maybe he could fuck me in the kitchen, leaning over the counter while eating? Nah, too much height difference means I need a stool or he needs to crouch uncomfortably. Balancing on one of the bar stools? Possibility …) I mean, look at those perfectly round, firm, shiny balls of goodness. Can’t wait to have them in my mouth again.
