My first attempt at a sex scene.

So, my next book is turning out to be a lot more of a risqué type book than the last one. I had planned this follow up on the last novel, some fun, some philosophy and the like. I had a lot of things planned around studying the doctrine of double effect, the trolley dilemma and the prisoner’s dilemma, which this book does a lot. It also hangs shit on QR, which is where the book started a few years ago – a way of compartmentalising weirdness that was happening around me. 

However I also had planned to write a few scenes into it that made me uncomfortable to write. What is art if it doesn’t push you beyond your boundaries? So I thought about what I wouldn’t normally choose to write about: sex, suicide, rape, angel dust, switchblades, sexually perverse photography involving tennis rackets…

Anywho, this is my first go at a sex scene…

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Four years, three hundred and five days four hours after

Walking home now, Sebastian felt the chill of the wind that people had been whinging about all week. Funny that he hadn’t noticed it before. The chill was being made considerably worse by it coming off the sea, picking up a far bit more bite before it blew right through him.

Stuck in his head was a song from earlier in the day. The lyrics for some reason haunting him. “…She was working in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer, I just kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear…”

Sebastian looked at the cars crossing the bridge in the distance. Tonnes of them, all bumper to bumper crossing that long bridge. On any given normal day, he would most likely be among them. Not today though. 

It suddenly occurred to him to wonder where his car was. ‘Its ok. You didn’t drive here.’ one voice said. “Yes I did.” replied Sebastian to himself. He stopped and looked around, still trying to remember where he left his car. 

‘’Can I give you a lift to where you’re going?’’ asked a familiar voice from a newish small car.

‘’Nah, thanks anyway. I’m staying just up here.’’ Sebastian stated, pointing somewhere near the bridge, displaying a sudden sense of having no idea where he was. 

‘’In that case can I give you a lift to where I’m going?’’ replied Tara, full of lust and control.

“Ah, well…yeah, that would be nice. I mean, more than nice, that would be fantastic.” replied Sebastian. 

Sebastian stepped into the car, saying an awkward hello as he did. He leaned back to the door to close it and grab the seat belt. Turning the other way, Tara reached over to kiss him long and passionately. Then stopped and they drove off to the as yet unknown destination. 

“What you asked me before kind of annoyed me.” Tara stated, displaying a bizarre change of mood. “I have never really thought too much about what I do. Now I feel almost guilty for taking money off those chumps in the bar. “

“But I don’t think it’s fair of you to place me in that situation.” Tara continued.

“I take about twenty dollars from every idiot in that bar. They gladly dish it up while they are pretending that they’re made of money and can drink as fast as they drink when I’m around, just to keep me around. They can’t do that for very long. And the boss there pays me well. I keep those idiots drinking faster than they otherwise would have; they are quiet, well mannered and go home happy and early. Everyone wins as far as I’m concerned. Then you come along with this holier than thou shit, and it just gets caught up in nowhere land.”

“But what do I care” Tara continued, “...everyone gets something out of the deal; everyone except you that is. You were the only one in that bar that ignored me most of the night. You were the only one that didn’t give me a decent tip in exchange for looking at my arse all night.”

“Rubbish” replied Sebastian. “I was the only guy that talked to YOU all night. I didn’t ignore you, everyone else did.”

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Hanging on the wall inside Tara’s flat, opposite the front door was an embroidered tapestry beautifully displaying the phrase “Love presents itself to you. You do not chose who you may love, the world chooses that for you. The only person you may choose not to love is yourself.”

Tara went through to turn on the lights and stereo in the lounge room. Her flat wasn’t luxurious in a material sense; consisting mainly of a few items of older furniture which were too few in number to stand up to the mocking tonne that the vast empty space from the wall and the floor emitted. It was luxurious in another sense though. It was someone’s home. It was her home, where Sebastian  could live in luxury for the rest of his days if he could manage it.

She turned around, again catching him off guard in an embrace of such intense passion and heat that Sebastian forgot himself for a second. Slipping away, Tara politely, yet rather rhetorically asked if he wanted a drink. 

“I get us something, after I change into something a little more….I mean a little less…” Tara stopped as she realised what she had on, her work clothes was pretty much the look she was after. 

“Come to think of it, this is pretty much what I had in mind.” Tara coyly remarked, looking herself up and down in unison with Sebastian , almost guiding his eyes across her body.

Tara danced across to Sebastian , grabbing hold of him and continuing to slowly dance to the song coming out of the stereo. The two swayed in unison for a minute, finding comfort in each other’s eyes. Their embrace heightened  from a dance into a slow and passionate kiss that lasted for two and a half songs, only coming to an end as Tara had unbuttoned Sebastian ’s shirt and started to kiss his shoulders, then chest, then his sides leading down to his stomach.

Her left hand reached down to unbutton his belt buckle. She deliberately fumbled this, with the realisation that his mind was starting to question the situation. She knew his type all too well, nice bloke, great in bed, but wouldn’t get into bed if he knew how great she was in bed. It’s Puritanism power over middle class guilt. 

After having deliberately failed to undo his belt three times in a row, she removed his trousers with one quick flick of her hand. Sebastian  didn’t notice the skill in doing this. By this stage he had become too focused on other events to let his mind question the situation any more. His focus was on not appearing too drunk or too quick. The adrenaline rush from the situation took care of his first concern, however the unbelievable pleasure from Tara’s actions made any attempt at the latter concern pointless. He unsuccessfully tried to stifle a massive animal-like growl as the pleasure became too much to hold back. 

A minute latter Tara threw Sebastian ’s body onto the lounge where it flopped for a few seconds, knocked semi-unconscious by the severe ecstasy thrust upon it. Tara climbed on top; the light from the kitchen behind Sebastian  shining on her now goddess appearing figure brought reality back to his mind. Tara knelt on the lounge facing Sebastian  as he slouched in happiness. She leant down, passionately kissed him and guided his hands further across her figure. His touch brought a forced groan to her lips. Leaning her head back she stood up further, her knees kneeling on his thighs, bringing her thighs closer to his reach, her enthusiasm reflected the light from the kitchen into his eyes, awakening further desire…anyway, you know the rest, and besides, this isn’t that type of book.

 This post’s lame joke:

What’s the difference between a light bulb and a high school teacher?

When you screw a light bulb, it doesn’t follow you around for three weeks. 

This post’s groovy, identity seeking quote:

“There are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is.”  Einstein

This post’s inappropriate over share:

Up until just recently, I was convinced that the urinals in the men’s room that were closer to the ground than the others were for the guys that are a little better endowed than the average. A while back, as I was at Roma St station going to the loo before catching the train home, a guy said “hey, why are you pissing in the kids’ urinal?” it took me a minute, but then it totally made sense to me. Like the first time you watch “That Thing You Do” and at the end, kind of hate Tom Hanks because you totally didn’t see the obvious ‘one hit wonder’ joke coming from like a mile away...anyways...