I remember once, sitting at a roadside café with a cup of coffee and my latest book. Books can take you anywhere into the past, the future, the present, or even into unknown worlds. But only if you let them.
You have to feel the book. Merge with it. It’s not something you can explain, only experience reserved for the adventurous. And then suddenly, there he was.
A man stood before me, eyes curiously fixed on my book. I looked at him, then at the book suddenly protective, clutching it tighter.
You've heard of handbag snatchers or gold chain thieves, but a book snatcher? That would be a first. Still, better safe than sorry.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“She’s your favorite author too?” he said.
“Yes…”
“This is her latest book, right? I’ve been trying to get my hands on it. Where did you find it?” I told him. And just like that, he settled into the chair across from me.
I didn’t offer he simply inserted himself into my space, and I let him. We started chatting about the book. Then the author. Then all her other works. We had read them all. A couple of hours passed in a blink.
“I have to go,” he said eventually, standing up.
“But thank you. I had a great time.”
“Me too,” I replied. And as I walked home that evening, I felt something hard to describe. Euphoric. Complete.
Like I’d just returned from a journey I hadn’t planned to take. It hit me later: I never asked for his name. I didn’t know who he was or where he came from.
But in that particular moment, none of that mattered. Time and space had collapsed. Just two strangers sharing something utterly intimate a moment outside the ordinary.
As the French say, le petit mort when everything ceases for just an instant, and all you feel is bliss. My gosh.
I just had sex with a stranger. But wait. Having sex can mean many things. Between a man and a woman. Between two men. Two women. But it doesn’t always mean what you think. It's not just about one body entering another. Sex is an energy.
A merging. A communion. Yes, biologically, sex is meant to mutate, to evolve, to pass down genes. But does it always have to be physical? What about when two minds meet really meet and merge? That, too, is sex.
Sexual energy is powerful. If you know how to redirect it, the result isn’t just pleasure it’s transcendence. A kind of spiritual bliss.
Not all intimacy leaves fingerprints on your body. Some just leave echoes in your soul.
