It's time for a Quickie

It's time for a Quickie

Long ago WH Davies wrote: What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

Life has witnessed an exponential rise in activity since the time Davies wrote these lines. Twentieth century saw the growth of automobile and the airplanes; telephones and television. The modern man is sandwiched between increasing workloads and shrinking deadlines. For the modern man love-making as an extended voluptuous experience is increasingly becoming a rarity. Where in fact is the time to stand and stare at your love-partner, emanating sensuousness from the eyes, admiring body contours and indulging in foreplay?

Invariably, the needles of the watch have become the masters of our destiny. 'Instant' is the mantra these days—instant foods, instant clothing, and instant cricket and now we increasingly feel the need for instant sex. Human tendency, however, is never in favour of shorter versions of amorous games, as the thirst is never satisfied by swift and sweet adventures. We want to linger on and want more and more but the exigencies of schedules and activities are making full-blooded sex uncommon. Hence, we have the invention of a quickie. Quickie is quick action love-making.

Where can you have a hurried bout of sex? Possibly, anywhere with or without the roof. It could be before or in the bath, or during the lunch hours in a secluded storeroom of your workplace. A nook of the gallery you are visiting; a recess into the woods off a busy motorway could well also serve as the venue to release the pent up sexual desires.

Sometimes you find two friends from the ongoing party conspicuously missing without information. And while you frantically, try to search them, they coolly slither back into the crowd. Propriety suggests that you don't ask where they have been. The couple could have made good their time with a quickie in the protected confines of their parked car.

The car halt in the garage, may well spontaneously give rise to palpitations in the groin. And before you come to terms with reality, a quickie has provided you with a much-needed respite before you drown yourselves in household chores. For others, a forlorn parking or a deserted end of the garden… may well come in handy. The office loo is widely used by those colleagues who are deprived of time or the courage to move out in the city. In colleges, the towering though secluded lines shelves of libraries and laboratories serve more the purpose of quest of quick sex than as fountainheads of intellectual prowess. And whatever is available at the moment- a canvas, tarpaulin, discarded car seats, gas cylinders, tyres, and broken benches come in handy to help eat the forbidden fruit in a jiffy.

Quickies have always been in vogue in the rural hinterlands. Here fear from the prying eyes rather than shortage of time has been their chief motivational cause. Lovelorn cannot move about without being noticed in small townships and villages. A bout of quick sex adds some intimacy and spice to the feeling of adoration that abounds in two breasts. So, a tall crop like cane sugar, corn or fodder or an orchard provides the perfect environment for a quickie. It’s like the game of middle order batsman who has to perform or perish. There are no hushed whispers, smooching or intimate kissing. Foreplay is forbidden. Not only for dearth of time but because excessive raunchiness can well become a torment hard to bear.

And guess, what could be the greatest deterrent for a quickie? No, it is never an unsuspected intrusion, for people may enjoy watching you in sex-a-venture than playing the spoilsport. Rather the villains are with you, or on you—a silly string, belt, buttons and tight clothing especially pants. You may take more time in taking them off than the real episode itself. And just one of them could play the devil. For you could have fiddled and frittered those precious minutes away, in a thing as worthless as untying a knot. Rightly is it said, “Time and tide wait for no one”. So, go for a quickie!