When good men slip

Recently one of my friends here had sex with a cabaret bar dancer; of course he had to pay for it. I was very surprised to learn this though his fascination for bargirls was never hidden going by how he lavishly splurged on them while enjoying their hypnotic body movements and pelvic thrusts. I used to accompany him and also enjoy with him all the bright lights and gaudy dances but was a bit taken aback upon hearing his disclosure; admiration from distance is something else but taking the plunge is something else altogether

However I could always sense a bit of disillusionment and discontent in him, maybe that had something to do with his deciding to hit the bed. Unsurprisingly my hunch was proved right when I met his wife - average looking, narrow minded, and hospital like cleanliness freak. I am sure that had my buddy been a bachelor like me he would have contented with a girlfriend here and enjoyed life but never gone the distance that too doling out dough. Its evident that his plain Jane wife eats his head like a termite and whenever he gets a respite from her, he tries to make the most of it though I have to admit that the chosen bar girl here was a mast pataka, her sizzling dances in short skirts and high boots do make the butter melt

After his admittance last week, that too in a late night drunken stupor outside another cabaret bar, I wondered what makes good men slip and take the plunge. There can be various reasons from lust to loneliness though I strongly believe men are not alone here; bored housewives and naughty chicks also do seek thrill though not openly. One of the most unexplored reasons for slipping, common to both genders, is the loneliness which creeps in modern day lives and the resulting in satiated craving for intimacy. Many nights when I have been alone in bed I have looked around hoping to find someone in whose soft arms I can find rest, my soul peace and my body sex. It is a loneliness which hits many men, mostly at mid-life, but which females sadly never understand much.

Last year when I slept with a whore it was culmination of a combination of reasons – curiosity, loneliness and of course lust. I never felt any guilt after that my only regret being perhaps not opting for the sexy Spicejet airhostess. However after that I was also a bit disappointed for sex with a stranger, that too who does it routinely, was not what I expected; it is making love with someone you have crush upon or whom you truly adore that gives a high – the looking into eyes, soft nibbles, gentle rubbing of nude skin, caressing in arms, masti in eyes – a touch of heaven it is. There is a sense of indescribable warmth and intimacy that consenting female bodies provide and nothing believe me nothing, can match that. It’s a woman’s heartfelt love, affection, warmth and sex that can make man a man and whose absence makes good men slip badly