Status Updates From Peculiar Chris

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...on my mind. There was a prurience in his proximity, but the elements of provocativeness and eroticism could not be ignored. My temperature was rsing, and I was becoming sick with excitement. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, which caused a sudden intake of air into my lungs. Very slowly, it slid down my back, a skilful movement deliberately executed for the sake of arousing nothing else but lust. I was immobile

After a while, he strolled towards me and stood directly behind my chair. Then he stretched his arms and leaned forward, with his hands on either side of me, against the edge of the desk. I could feel his warm, moist breath down the back of my neck, and could smell his thick, piquant scent of sweatiness. The ceiling fan had broken down, and the scorching heat and suffocating humidity were beginning to play tricks...

I realized how vulnerable I was as a human being, not just to physical forces beyond my control, but to the exasperating fickleness and intangibility of my thoughts and feelings. How easy it was to be carried away by emotion. Just because I hungered for someone's touch. But I also knew that this was one of the indispensable qualities that made me a person - a living, feeling human being.

"They go about wooing girls wit about as much finesse as a vacuum cleaner. I realize that you never really wooed me. But I don't mind. You're so... different."

Try talking to a student of philosophy about beginnings and you will have no peace of mind for the next hour or so.