Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Chapati Moments: Sneak Preview

He heaved and grunted and clutched her body. He kissed her fervently but in the midst of it, a burp escaped his mouth. She could almost tell what he had for dinner.

Sosya ignored it as she moved her body provocatively. Lim groaned in pleasure. The sheets were soaked with his sweat. The fat on his body wobbled. Sosya thought she was going to bounce off his stomach. At one perilous instant she clutched wildly at his repellently porcine body for fear of being thrown off the bed. Luckily, or rather unluckily, he rolled to the side - pinning her under him as he laboriously heaved his corpulent white buttocks up and down. In a moment he ejaculated. At the same time he farted. He rolled off Sosya and fell asleep almost instantly ... snoring loudly.

Sosya looked decidedly flattened. She sat up. The room reeked of sweat, sex and flatulence. She looked at the snoring fat whale in disgust. His skin was as pallid as that of a steamed chicken's. His penis had shrivelled to flaccid insignificance. His fat body rippled as he snored. Another fart escaped him. This time the stench was unbearable. She ran to the bathroom and retched violently.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She's beautiful and sexy. She's also intelligent - she knows what she wants and she gets it. She plays on men's weaknesses. She is charming, captivating and entertaining. She is also well-read and thus can manage a conversation on just about anything. But most importantly, she is extremely good in bed. She trades her body for money, jewellery, cars and favours. Lim is her latest victim though it seems as if she is his latest victim. His bedroom habits are repugnant. His body seems to be full of wind all the time. He has a perverse mind. How perverse can a fat whale be, you may ask. Well, every time he sees her, he makes her leave a pair of soiled knickers behind - preferably one with brown skid marks - if you catch my drift (well, you asked ok!). Every now and then he will bury his bulbous nose into these soiled knickers and breathe in this delectable fragrance to his heart's content - an acquired taste, mind you - something like blue cheese, either you love it or you hate it.

Lim's wife is in fact secretly relieved that he finds her sexually boring. Alice Lim could almost feel pity towards Lim's string of mistresses. A diamond trinket here and there is not worth having to spend five minutes with that vile oaf.

Sosya fastened the clasp of the diamond bracelet, payment for the day's service. She took one last glance at Lim before she left the room of a well known hotel which she likes to call the Shag-me La. It is at moments like these that she wistfully regrets giving up law practice. What started out as an innocent dalliance with her pupil master led her down this road of debauchery. She grew addicted to this lifestyle after being showered with expensive gifts. But like law practice, as long as one is self employed, one has a choice in one's choice of clients...

4 comments:

art harun said...

Uh...erm...sex will never be the same again! Neither will blue cheese! And the same goes with my now ex-favorite hotel, the Shang! OmoGawd, talk about life changing writings! :)
Way to go sis, way to go...sick, but brilliantly sick! :)

the Anomaly said...

Thank you bro! Hope I didn't put you off your dinner.
Actually, I don't like blue cheese. But the Shang is my favourite hotel - my office is nearby so I go there a lot.

It was James Joyce's letters to his mistress/girlfriend which made me refer to the soiled knickers fetish.

art harun said...

The only James I know is James Brown! haha... and on further rethinking (which I don't often do...), the hotel should be Shag-me La rather than Shag-ri La...
I hope this is constructive...

art harun said...

Oh shit...the hotel is already Shag-me La! Adoi! It looks like dementia is creeping in sooner than expected...