yes. it has been a long, long time, since i last left paw-prints here, my sweet, sweet blog. not that i don’t think about you. i do. every single day. but now i blog more in my mind, my thoughts etching words, my feelings on the thin sheets of layers of the universe that surrounds me. i let it all out, release it, to float out there, somewhere, everywhere. how i stumbled here, on this avatar of you my dear blog, was mostly due to my increasing restlessness, borne out of an intense desire to get a puppy (i’d been wanting a baby for a long, long time, which i know won’t be happening anytime soon, so maybe my subconscious is looking for ways to compensate). i did leave a couple of emails here and there, but i think even a puppy is not a good idea. a tiny apartment on a 5th floor with people who’ve lived in four cities in the past 7 years is no place for a creature that is born for freedom, a creature that can truly and completely identify with the book ‘roots’.
anyways, now that i am here, i will try and type, what i shared with the ethereal you earlier in the evening; about this strange desire i sometimes feel for tomato(es). i think i did blog once long, long back about how i literally drifted towards this cart-load of big, juicy red tomatoes, bought a bag full, took one out and made love to it right there in the street, in the bright morning sunlight. it was amazing. i have started to feel that desire, actually the intensity of it, all over again. earlier in the evening, i was watching tv all slouched out, harmless little activity, and just like that, like when you get that twinkle in your eyes, and a naughty smile on your face, and a sudden alacrity in your body, and you move to your room and urgently, yet slowly look for your vibrator; just like that, i wanted to go and get a tomato. so i got up, and with a spring in my walk, i reached the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a nice, firm, the biggest i could find, tomato (not all red though, the way i like them). just cupping it in my hands sent tingles of pleasure all over my body. i was pleased. my mouth started looking forward to it. and so i went to the sink and put it under the tap; rubbed and washed it’s ripe, firm skin all over, cleaning it thoroughly, squeezing it a bit here and there. and then i resisted, bringing it closer to my mouth then and there. i went back to the diwan, and assumed my slouch position (had switched off the tv earlier). mmmmm…how it felt, bringing it closer to my lips, i can’t define it here. i kissed it, tenderly, feeling the cool, ripe skin with my lips, first once, then twice, and then again, and again, and again…ummmm…i could go on and on and on. i let my tongue slide on it too, for a very small while, just before my teeth sunk in, slowly, just to make a very small puncture and feel the juice spurt out. there was no stopping me then. i dug in further and started sucking harder; i like to suck all juice out of the tomato first, leave at all spent.
and the under skin of the tomato, ribbed for your pleasure. it’s something else, licking it slowly and softly, before munching it all away, sucking it with your lips as you bite, munch, and swallow…mmmm…heaven…