Malvika's Ramblings

INTEAMACY

She frowned. Just a tiny bit. She wouldn’t have spoilt her pretty features with a frown at all; but she didn’t know yet of her facial contortions. He sipped.
Just a moment ago, he had his face in her crotch. In her arm-pit. He had been licking behind her knee. Luxurious sex they had. Not scrambling. Not furtive. Not hastened. But something like L.I.T. In a tall glass. Snow fell outside. Resting on the ground quietly, so as not to disturb them. The alarm clock had gone defunct again, didn't ring at the preset 7 pm. Saliva, sweat, semen.
And then, again he took a sip, of her Suleimani chai. “Why did you do that?” she demanded.
“What?”
“That. You know I don’t like to share the same cup, straw, toilet seat. Duhhhh..”
And that was the last they shared. Anything.