Sleep or over?

“I’ll sleep when I am dead” sings Jon Bon Jovi in one of the best performances I have ever seen from an artist. The guy displayed a great stamina while he kept on singing 3 hours straight.

I assumed this life drive a few years ago and ever since there were few opportunities that were let to pass by. “You should start a rock band”, said a woman very dear to my heart once. “Maybe you would not be that successful, but for sure you will fuck a lot of young girls.” And young girls need a mentor, don’t they?

Women view sleepovers as a very intimate act, first step before starting to portray a future involving a white gown in front of an altar and 2 kids following shortly. The choice is pretty hard to take as men are usually afraid of a Disney threesome: sleeping with the Beauty and waking up with the Beast, with no makeup and “just ate a rat” breath.

What puzzled her strongly was his proposal to have a sleepover. “What kind of trick is this? Men just want to have sex and send you home asap, don’t they?”

It all started with a candlelight dinner, very appealing food that he prepared, a little gift offered in full surprise even if she did not disclose her soon coming birthday. The food had to wait a few hours as the arousal that they both felt suddenly, just by simple touching hands and speaking in a soft, inciting voice, led to one of the greatest sexual experiences ever lived by humans, animals of Gods.

They dinned in a most romantic atmosphere, caressing each other with every bite. Chocolate and strawberries awaken senses they did not know to possess.  The couch they were sharing witnessed a very romantic exchange of sensations and emotions. That night they were the single living beings in the Universe.

The little sleep that followed was cut off by his raw need to possess her body once more. She was far from Disney’s Beast. Her skin smelled like the summer breeze, combined with Bacardi Breezer. Lime flavor, of course.

She was all into him, yet strangely could not read his intentions. His conflicting actions and words were puzzling her.

Was she another pebble on his way to conquest Paradise?