Can 'Albatross' Divit, current Olympic Gold medalist in high board diving, suddenly disappears from his seemingly extravagant and decadent playboy lifestyle of late night partying, after a very public disagreement with a young attractive female jour...
She promised she'd tell me. And now she has... Okay. Okay. This is it...Yep! This. Is. It.
While physically, my body is totally and utterly prepared and roaring 'Let's go baby', my analytical sober head is firing off in so many other directions... I'm doubting myself. Which is a new sensation for me. I strive on being the best...is this the best I can do? I mean, I didn't even bring up any glasses for the champagne. Where's the romance? The soft music, the candlelight? The bath full of rose petals? All the things I promised myself, I'd do for her, to make it different from the last time... I feel overwhelmed and now my hesitation has caused her to stop stroking me and she's staring up at me with those soulful doe eyes, confusion etched on her face. Her slow blink seems to reset us both.
"You've changed your mind."
She says it as a statement, rather than a question, and then carries on talking, obviously not expecting a reply. "It's okay. It's fine if you have. Now we're home, you feel differently...I get it."
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I'm shaking my head... "No, no, that's not it." Her hand has moved up and is preparing to push on my chest. To push me off? "Sanem, listen to me..." She doesn't. She continues to chatter, nervously. "I've just shown you those tiny, helpless babies and put so much responsibility on your shoulders...it's too much. It was too much..."
And there's the push. But her flat palm finds my solid muscle resistant, and I tighten my hold on her. I try again to explain. "Sanem. You've got it all wrong..." "I have. I'm sorry...we don't have to do this."
She's hurt and confused.
Inside my head, I'm screaming loudly, so I take a big breath in and out, to calm myself and attempt to come up with the words to tell her, but I'm becoming slightly panicked that she's going to call a halt to the whole idea before I can get there...
For heavens sake man, just say something...NOW!
"I didn't even bring up glasses to drink from...or run you a candlit bubble bath. Or anything romantic...I thought it was just going to be birthday sex. Some 'get my rocks off, good, hard, utterly satisfying, but normal sex." Her eyes are open so wide now and her mouth is parted, as though she's about to gasp in horror.
Fuck! I said 'normal' and 'sex' in the same sentence. "I don't mean that our usual sex is normal. Normal, as in...mundane or boring..."
Even as I'm saying it, I want to stop and punch myself. "Oh, for fucks sake."
I can't bear it. Before she can do anything, I climb off her, grab hold of her hand, and pull her towards the bathroom, where I stand her facing forwards in front of me, while I point to the large round tub.
"Remember this? Remember that night? The storm? And then...You, in the bath, teasing me, with your strawberry scented oil, honey coloured skin, milky breasts and 'playing daddy' talk."
