By Odolaye Aremu
I think Old friends are the next best thing to sex! The “phantom” orgasm achieved in the midst of friends from a nondescript beginning, is further behind that achieved with a woman- or with just about any gender, in this modern world of complicated relationships.
The rule to achieving a sexual high with any loved one- in any romantic relationship is in steps- or akin to taking the necessary time, to ascend a peculiar flight of stairs to a wondrous destination. Some skip up the highs in tandems; while some follow the slow, and steady natural instructions of just one stair at a time.
At a younger age, it’s natural for some to bypass the natural algorithm, to make it all up in a flat time-a record time! But the older we get, we learn to pace ourselves to make climbing those stairs- a maximum, pleasurable event. It’s all in us to sleep hard and snore even harder after such event of which the mind, the soul and the body planned their arrival, together at the junction of a simplistic joy.
That “orgasm” felt with Old friends come in a rush, ’tis a tidal wave none can control or cleverly circumvent. It’s all in a name, could be in a shadow of a face or, of a fleeting moment in the past, and it could be in a place, of a place, or about a place- or of certain sadness or joys shared at a time long left behind a while back. It’s equal to a bundle of splintered memories, it’s a timeless race to beat yourself to the finish line! The fear that you risk forever forgetting- if you fail to “ejaculate” your recollections like the semen of life, right there and then could make you cum- clumsily, and in a mad rush! Uncommon to catching a naturally, sombre man all of a sudden becoming a mindless chatterbox.
And where you slept soundly after the sexual ordeal with the love of your life- the memories of old friends, shared with old friends, within the warm sanctuary of old friends is like an incredible elixir- it could keep you awake and keep you going on for days!
