Wow -- What you were doing seemed to me to border on a very intimate sexual act
What I did was to lave Edwarda's feet. Figuratively at first, then virtually. Further on I kissed up to the top of her ankles and maybe (my mind is hazy on when things quit) to her knees -- I know somebody else mentioned her kneecaps, and I think I responded to that, but that was that, other than a biblical illusion. I was every bit as far away from any intimate areas as you are when you shake hands with a man. Maybe I'm an insensitive male, but I don't see that as bordering on a very intimate sexual act.
I also gave E a foot massage. Sensual, certainly. At least I hope (!). But implying an intimate act? Come on, now. Haven't you ever had a backrub or foot massage that didn't end up in doing IT? (If not, I pity you.)
I think you are trying to categorize your "actions" which were heading toward a pretty definite implied conclusion, with mild flirtation, or sexual wordplay, or a witty off color remark, and I disagree.
Not implication. Inference, yes. But I think that says more about the reader than the writer. And even if there had been an implied conclusion there it is hardly something unknown to people here, and far more innocuous than what is in books, and movies, TV, magazines, music, etc. throughout our entire culture. That may be be bad, it may be good, or it may be both or neither. But if you deprive yourself of reading any books in which the parties at some point are "heading toward a pretty definite implied conclusion" because your sensibilities require you to skip over those portions, then at least 90% of the NYT fiction list is off limits to you, and about 99% of all first run movies (including most Disney movies).
Now Beltane, I will agree, got pretty hot and heavy. And wonderful, and totally enjoyable, and a memorable experience never to be forgotten.
But I think E is right that there is more going on here than the actual content of the posts merited.
...flirtation and sexual innuendo.
THey're fun.
Yes, they are. And also harmless. And well within the boundaries of contemporary social taste for anyone over 18 years old. |
