I understand how interesting are NZ Ellections but, with all due respect I think we all need something not soooo, sooo, soo political.

Days ago and reading that post “What’s the meaning of life”, I was thinking about all those arguments, reasoning’s and discussions about lust. And I remembered an experience I lived two and a half years ago that it could define what lust means. Judge it by yourself.

It was Saturday night and as usual as I do, I had a (typical) dinner with my friends. Later we went out: bars, dancing, laughing, drinking and doing some things that day after u say u will never do again (it was a constant on Sunday morni.. err afternoons …)

But around 4.30 AM we, that’s me, my ex-girlfriend and my best friend’s woman who I will call Eva were sitting in a couch of the bar, philosophizing while our friends where “fishing” and doing more of those non-sense things. She was very sweet that night and I remember those days she was taking a medicine composed of ginkgo biloba’s extract (chemistry is marvellous). Sudden and while we were talking about how she wished to have a baby next year, she confessed us that she missed to have had lit bit more of “variety” in her sexual life (she is a woman of just one man… and one means ONE, a long time relation, no more experience, no contrast possibilities, no comparisons, u get it right?). I nod. Then she looked at us and said with a sweet voice:
“come on, let’s go at home … we can “play” a lit bit … why not, … you, Angel (she looked at me with the most devil eyes I’ve had never seen), me and X (my best friend)… an orgy … yeahhh, come on… it’s our opportunity… ”

At that point my blood was frozen … well, just for two seconds after which it flowed again. I remember I went closer to her, caressed her back while she (and me) was insisting on doing “that” to my ex-gf. It was pure LUST; we were really hot (sorry but none word could define it better), and in spite of the fact I had some deep doubts invading my mind, I have to confess that I joined to the Lecherous Devil’s Team (alcohol probably contributed to it). I was not so sure what I would do next morning, but all you know how, sometimes, we lose our head.

Eva hugged me, went tenderly closer to me like and we both looked at my gf. She was totally out, surprised, astounded. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t believe it. Eva and I were like the forbidden apple and she couldn’t believe it. But she was strong and resist our obstinacy. And she said “No, … bla bla bla … of course of course but bla bla bla … forget it. Let’s dance!”.

Two hours later we (just me and my ex-gf ) went at home while the birds were singing and the sun was rising up. Day after when we went to have a drink with Eva and my friend. We laughed a lot. She blushed, she couldn’t believe what she did. But still today I can’t forget that proposal.

Lust, oh lust….

Have u lived any similar experience?
Which is your most lustful thought?