Sunday, April 29, 2007

Eye Candy

She stared lasciviously at the sexy man talking to her husband. Sharp features, slight stubble, short hair, ready laugh, confidence oozing from every pore. She drank him in with her orange juice. Dreaming about him would be easy. That face and the well-toned body were easy to memorise, to imprint on her mind, on her body. She felt hot, trapped in her clothing. The air-conditioning was no use as the heat and the view warmed her senses. He smiled, reaching out a sinewy forearm for his coffee. He leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee and smiling indulgently at her husband. Sighing, resigned, she watched the man she was married to—a study in contrast—talking and eating noisily, ketchup adorning the extremities of his mouth. If he knew she was staring, leching, at another man there would be hell to pay. Defiant, unafraid, she stared on. Her burkha had its uses…

12 comments:

the mad momma said...

WOW!! You need to write more...

the mad momma said...

You needed to have started this blog long ago... this was amazing.

Anonymous said...

Brilliant!

Thinking Cramps said...

:) MM and Dipali, thanks for the encouragement. My husband is a little alarmed at the way my imagination goes ;)

Zee said...

very nice......

Thinking Cramps said...

Zee: thanks!

Me said...

..wow that was good...

..btw have u read ammani's quick tales... go through her archives...i am sure you will love it...

Anonymous said...

ooooooh! sounds like me! err...minus the burqa...that would just block the view, no?

Thinking Cramps said...

OJ: not really, i saw some cool burkhas with thi nice netting. sort of works like sunglasses :) i think some woman is out there designing these things. this is what i call subversion!

Rishabh Kaul said...

this is great! loved it!

Cute Chunky Chick said...

What a fun twist - burkhas DO kick ass!

Must remember to buy one for days when I'm feeling wantonly lascivious :)

Thinking Cramps said...

CCC: heh heh...essentials in wardrobe: burkha, 1 nos. :)