I'm not a morning person, never have been; which makes the idea of morning sex preposterous for me. I know there are people who like to 'christian' their mornings with a bit of fooling around but I would rather sleep in till eleven in the morning, have my morning tea in bed with a newspaper to read and absolute silence around me.

But like any other married couple with kids our mornings are a rushed affair. Aayan's Tiffin has to be packed, Parita is rushed to the loo, breakfast to be made, trash van to be looked out for and yada yada yada.... Sex, obviously is the last thing on our minds.

For most married couples with little imps and brats sex is a novelty,either its a rushed job or a deliberate chalked out date- 14th of every month honey we gotta do it; get the blue film out of the drawer will ya?

Some steal time in the mornings (the early risers I guess ) but those who are night birds like me understand the charm of having all the time in the world to slip into the recess of pleasure in the darkened womb of the night than humping in the objective glare of the morning sun with rumpled hair and bad breath.

For me there is no romance in morning sex. Its got less to do with love making and more with fucking. Its at night when true romance polishes and gleams sex as if it all brand new and there for a secret taking.