Things That Bang

It ain't easy for me to take off my clothes. I've never taken my clothes off in front of any one. Never. Never lifted my skirt to show my satin thighs nor give a peek of my high breasts under my shirt.

I've always been a demure girl. Kept my eyes down, away from men, away from acknowledging the lust driven thoughts they had about me. My body has always been modestly clad, my behavior exemplary and my chastity unquestioned.

And yet today I feel the need to lie against your heart. Feel your breath against my naked skin, your passion burn deep within my soul. The need to be with you overwhelms my senses and the distance between us a consent away.

I watch you watch me. I watch the desire to see me as I am flicker in your eyes. My taut musculature imprisoned in satiny skin demands freedom in the orgasmic moment of the little death.

Breath flutters, fingers twitch against the edge of the lacy button. You watch. Nary a move you make. Clothes, skin, modesty , embaressment? What lies between us?

It ain't easy to throw away years of shackled thoughts and be the mistress of unbrindled desires. It ain't easy to let the words - take me like a whore leave my lips. But those are the words I want to say in the stillness of this enigmatic night.

You smile and unbutton your shirt. Cool stiff cotton falls to the ground, a barrel chest exposed, a belly button pulled taut by the six pack abs.My tongue moistens my lips as I watch you step out of your trousers.

The bulge in the tighty whities make me avert my eyes. It ain't easy. Call it years of denying taking little lookies at the male crotch.

It ain't easy. All this ain't easy. Sex ain't easy. I step back and hit the wall and lean against it like a propped up scarecrow. You take a step forward.

Some one has to. Your lips meet mine. But it isn't a kiss. A resting of sorts. You take my hand and lay it against your shoulder. The muscle under the soft skin is firm. I let my hand slide down your arm, feel the downy hair, the bony wrist and let it rest there.

Holding your hand ain't easy. Accepting my role as a sex hungry being ain't easy.

You deepen the meeting of the lips. The pressure increases. The taste of bourbon and a cigar reminds me of a world I never knew. My fingers tangle with yours. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth gently making me lean against you.

Your semi-naked body brands me. You press our tangled hands against your burgeoning manhood and I squirm. It ain't easy to make aquaintance with a man's cock.

You chuckle against my lips. My- it ain't easy reaction amuses you. The virgin in me amuses you. My gawky reaction refreshes your jaded soul. And it ain't easy for me to accept your sense of victory over my downfall.

It ain't easy to accept the label of being the chastest virgin in town. It ain't easy to deny the vortex of desire I could so easily drown in. The bulge presses against my stomach. Your tongue suggests the motions of hot pleasure and moments of forgetfulness.

It ain't easy not to give in. It ain't easy not to let it all go to hell for one night passion with you- the priest of our parish. The town may call me a Jezabel and drive us out of town.

For the love of god it ain't easy to deny the fruit of passion that drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden.

Screw them all!! It ain't all that fucking easy. I take your hand and drag it up my thigh, up under my skirt, up inside my panties to that secret moist place that demands succour from the man dedicated to Christ.

It ain't easy giving in, knowing that we are sinning but what we have cannot be denied. Love, sex, sin - call it whatever you will, call it whatever the town will but tonight it ain't gonna be easy for me to deny our passion.

It ain't gonna be easy for me to sit in the confession booth and confess our sins to you come Sunday morning.

It ain't easy. It just ain't all that easy.

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Yesterday while writing I found a reason to chuckle. I had a character take off her clothes and go out in public doing her thing the entire Chapter before I realized I forgot the actual change of clothes scene. In my mind suddenly I saw her in her undies looking ferocious but in that state who would take her seriously?

That was yesterday and today I found myself in the middle of a cat fight. My house cat Zoey decided to give me the slip when I opened the main door for a few minutes. Being a clever girl she made sure the bell around her neck didn't tinkle. I assumed she was in till I heard a cat fight. A really nasty one. There was a ruthless battle to save her honor going on under my car.

I screamed- Zoey!! She meowed and ran in to save herself. The Tom saw me and ran to save his rogue hide. I grabbed my cat and took her in.

She is all muddy and needs a bath. When her litter weans off she gets spayed. Sorry Zoey as much as I love your babies the reproduction system is scheduled for a shut down. And a visit to the vet this evening.

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Mr Goyal apologized to the employees and indicated that the move might have been a hasty decision, among a clutch of options considered for reducing costs. He said the decision to reinstate the employees had been his own, made without consulting anyone.

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Whenever we see lovers snuggling up in public most of us having only one thing to say- Get a room!! But here is the dilemma young Indian lovers face - some can't afford decent rooms, some find the idea of renting rooms for making out sleazy and others don't have the cojones.

That being said, pre-marital sex is common amongst the urban Indian youth (it may be as simple as - where there is a will there is there a way) but so is making out in public in places like parks, cinema halls and even parking lots. A peck or two, hugs are fine, even the occasional butt hitting make people smile but when it gets beyond the Wonder Years lip locking to down right steamy HBO bared skin on skin in public we have a major problem in our hands.

Today's Bangalore Mirror talked about voyeurs taking pics of lovers with their cell phone cameras and being unapologetic about it when caught red handed by the reporters. If anyone here in Bangalore has been to Lal Baugh knows what the report was all about. There are more lovers to be found in the groping each other or lying in each others arms instead of regular families with kids.

The deeper one goes into the park more couples in various positions become visible doing stuff and some of the stuff is down right racy.

I've always been against moral policing but there have been times when I had to distract my kids when we stumbled on couples getting caught in the moment. Dishevelled clothes and bits of skin showing had me rolling my eyes, worse still the pawing of bosoms in public made me want to slap them silly and say- Spare us. Get a room.

And maybe just maybe we should go up to these hormone crazed lovers and tell them as much.

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Writers have tons of excuses not to write. Some are mundane and some are quite creative.

Writer's Block: This is the age old lame excuse that has been universally used since man scratched out a symbol on the cave walls. Some consider it a sign of laziness and others a genuine clogging of the 'voice'.

Domesticity: This is applicable for those who are in relationships with all the little strings attached. Its the daily grind that exhausts the creative spirit and leave behind a limp writer who begins to treat writing as just another chore and not a pleasurable activity.

Internet: The Internet has been a source of distraction for many writers. Writers can be heard grumbling that hours would fly by chatting, playing online games or surfing and they would lose the inclination to write.

PC Games: Here is another addiction that takes writers away from writing. They sit down with the intent to write but land up playing Zuma, Prince Of Persia, Witcher or some other latest godforsaken game. And heaven help them if they cannot go beyond a certain stage. The goal then is not writing but winning the stupid game not caring whether hours or even days are spent slaving over the laptop cussing and obsessing over the damn game.

Television : Writers like to live in worlds created by others. And some get addicted to television. With shows like - Mad Men, Dexter, Swingtown and the likes of True Blood and other variety of shows available that an be recorded with TVO the little time that people can take out for writing is sucked away by these shows.

Books: Shows end, movies finish within their allotted time but reading is a habitual distraction that most writers cannot deny. Being voracious readers most writers find themselves unable to tear themselves away from words written by others especially those which appeal to their senses.

Society: No man is an island, right? A writer who is trying is best not to write will throw himself at the world with passionate abandonment. He will meet all his friends he ignored for months together, invite his least likable relatives to visit and get extra chatty on the phone. From being the lonely wolf trudging the deserted wilderness he would transform himself to the social butterfly of the materialistic world.

Withdrawal From Nasty Habits : If a writer is trying to give up an addiction whether its substance abuse (some become alcoholics, some chain smokers) or simply going on a diet the melodrama that should have been part of the writer's storyline becomes his reality till he overcomes or at least put a temporary hold over his addiction.

Some even say that going cold turkey causes the writer's block. For such writers the road to self destruction for the sake of their work is predictable.

Lack of Incentive : Art for arts sake is a noble saying. But most writers have at some point of their lives suffered from doubt, discouragement and even a energy draining sort of listlessness that took away the joy from writing.

Lack Of Sex: Lack of sexual activity made George a genius in Seinfeld but there have been those who suffering such deprivation have been unable to get it out of their mind. And when sex or lack of it becomes an obsession the result is either erotica or it simply becomes an itch that demands surmounting before normal thought process returns;)

Excuses are always there but then there are genuine reasons as well which take people away from weaving stories for the world. Death, sickness, tragedies, accidents are the curses of living that either act as obstacles or set backs or permanently deprive the world of the talented scribe.

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A couple of weeks ago the front page of Bangalore Mirror carried the news that a leading IT company had enforced the wearing of Ties on Monday and Tuesday. I snickered over sensationalizing the mundane. Whats the big deal about enforcing formal wear at work?

What would have made news if the company had enforced women to wear formal Western wear as well seven days a week.

If men are not allowed to wear Indian formals to work why should the women be allowed to wear salwaar kameezes and horrendous worn out sandals to work?

All said and done, snappily dressed people always speak well for the company instead of shoddy employees who look as if they dragged themselves to work straight from their beds.

Enforcing rules that women be well dressed and wear closed shoes should not be that difficult but the problem is most male bosses/Companies are apprehensive to enforce such a law. No one is telling the women to dress like Playboy bunnies to work but the only places where I have seen most women take pride in their clothes (even those in ethnic wear) are in Indian schools or in the hotel industry.

Why is this? Because they are told that the way they dress reflect the institutions they work for. Isn't that what men are told at private work places as well? Why should the rules be any different for women who work for these mega corporations?

Why are men forced to put up with these double standards? Why don't women managers who consider themselves to be fair feminists take this matter up with their HR Department?

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