IN WHICH ALL IS IN ORDER TO FORM A MORE PERFECT UNION.
I used to buy a lot of funky, original clothes from stores on Manhattan’s St. Mark’s Place, and they are still among my most prized possessions. The biggest, Trash and Vaudeville, moved to another location, but the true loss has been Religious Sex, which closed for good. Or bad, in my case.
Now, with the solemn air of ritual Nikos had established, those words “religious sex” popped into my mind. Because this was no ordinary round of boinking. This was on a whole new level of hot.
After we undressed each other, Nikos and I lay down on the futon, and I dove under the blanket — as night had come on the temperature had dropped and it was very chilly. I was actually shivering, and when Nikos wrapped his big arms around me to warm me up, we lay there that way for awhile, looking into each other’s eyes, the candlelight throwing shadows around us. The boat gently rocked underneath us.
I’d had slow, sensitive sex before, but this extremely measured, soulful approach was something I’d never experienced. And even if I could’ve imagined it, I never would predict it could happen with a rough and tough, macho man, or, for that matter, someone I’d just met that afternoon.
The way Nikos had been acting, he already recognized me as someone special. Now a switch went off in me, and I recognized him. We were on the same spiritual page.
Presently, Nikos whispered, “Are you warm now, Moonlight?” He didn’t need to whisper, but intuited it was the appropriate tone to use, and it was — the energy between us had created a downright sacred atmosphere.
“Yes,” I whispered back, not wanting to break the spell of the utterly magical moment.
When we’d undressed, he’d had an impressive erection, and I’d been happy to note he was beautiful everywhere. Now I could feel it pushing against me, though in this tender, mystical scene its aggression was suddenly out of context. Though biology was asserting itself in this intensely sexual moment, I hesitated to introduce my hand — there was a silent tug of war between the physical and the spiritual going on.
I certainly wasn’t going to break the spell with my own tugging.