Please Her

Image copyright: Harunobu's Bath by Paul Binnie

Mona moaned in ecstacy as she switched off the porn and watched herself come. She thought of Tom, and realised she was falling in love with him. Why else would she think of him now? But this had nothing to do with love. Tom was her catalyst, the one she could build romantic fantasies around. At this point, it wouldn't have mattered who it was. She thought of B, but dismissed his thought. He had a small ..... After all these years, she needed someone to break that jinx for her.

After she had washed her hands and was taking a hot bath, she thought, "Why have I hid the animal in me for so long? What's so wrong in gaining pleasure if you don't love somebody?"

She was tired of the way she had become. Something inside her was stifled. Maybe it was her own false morality that had done this, maybe it was fear of being hurt by falling for someone you sleep with. Apparently you left a part of your soul behind each time you had intercourse with someone. She didn't believe that. Certainly not with the jerks she had been with.

As she soaped herself, she imagined no one. It was as if she were getting turned on by the thought of herself. Her hands wandered and slipped. Maybe the ones living below heard her. Her first boyfriend used to call her Moaning Mona. Every time they made love, he had to cover her mouth with his hand. Once, the neighbours knocked at 3 in the night, wanting to call the police because they heard a woman screaming. Was there a rule that a woman who enjoyed pleasure was a bad one?

As she looked into the mirror covered with steam, she found herself beautiful. The strands of wet hair were clinging to her breasts. They had surely grown in recent years. What would she do now, she needed to feel free, to let her body go without any conditions. She decided to let go of her inhibitions now, even if it meant losing out a serious relationship. She looked at the poster on the wall outside and thought of the actor in that movie.

After an hour, her skin was calloused and she was tired. She lay in bed, perfumed and wearing her satin pyjamas and top.

Tom called, "What are you doing darling?"

She moved over to her side, "I have been thinking about you..."