The After Hours, and How to Swing Them

It's after hours.

Night has settled over the city like black satin. Reflections of light ripple on the surface of the river outside my window, and a laughing couple stride across the street bridge, clinging to each other, boisterous...most likely having just left a late-night club, still under the alcohol-fueled delusion that they can walk to whomever's place is nearer . . . although within minutes, they begin to feel the energy rapidy draining, and so they lurch giddily to the curb and begin waving frantically for a taxi to get them "home" in time to thrash against each other naked before they pass out.

Love. Or something remotely resembling it. Sex. Companionship. A connection with another human being--physical, emotional, something. At this hour, anything.

Everyone craves it.

Few seem to get it.

"Everybody wants to touch somebody, if it takes all night..." *

Once in awhile, though, someone has the appropriate epiphany. A woman unleashes her inner Sexy Love Goddess. A man unmasks his hidden Rogue.

And, after hours, they find each other.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin' good, you're everything a big bad wolf could want.....ARRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!" **

They exchange knowing looks. They touch. Nuzzle. Kiss. Lips press as feet rub, creating a whole-body complete circuit of sensual energy flowing between them and through them. They wrap their everythings around each other and experience something blissful and ecstatic and passionate. And, at once, both tender and wild. Gentle and rough. Nice & naughty.

Until they feel full. Not simply "satisfied".... full. And then, they linger. Hearts aligned as they spoon, heart-chakras throbbing in unison. Breathing together. Bodies resonanting in harmony, flesh humming.

And later, when others hear the story....they yearn to know....

"How did they DO that?"

After hours, the masks come off -- or do they go on? The secret identies are revealed -- or are they created?

Come with Me, and let's discover it together. After hours.



* Quoted from the lyrics to "HEARTACHE TONIGHT" by D. Henley / G. Frey / B. Seger / J.D. Souther, as recorded by The Eagles

** Quoted from the lyrics to "Little Red Riding Hood" by Ronald Blackwell, as recorded by Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs