It WORKS!

He he he... ha ha ha... ho ho ho!
What do you think? What do you know?
My 'johny' works! LOL!
I know this is funny, but for a guy, who's not gone without sex longer than a week ever since he was 17, being without sex for over 6 months can shatter all the confidence in his johny.
I am that guy, and this is my story, a story about me and sex, and sex in Nepal.
I'm back in Delhi now, sitting in my father's house, and re-living the seven days in Nepal.
When I was there, it was all just happening way too fast, yes, that includes the first night I had sex and I came too fast too.
Duh, I didn't even realise I was sex starved till I was inside her. I kept telling myself, all through out those six months, that I am somewhat averse to sex.
It was more of 'the grapes are sour when you don't get them'.
How did it happen? I don't do one night stands. How did a girl, I just met at the bar, land up in my hotel room that very night? And then stayed on with me for the next three days?
It's all just so hazy.
I remember waking up that morning. And in a flash of a second something went through my head and told me, Rohit, boy, you ween't alone last night. Something happened.
Still in the same postion - my back towards the girl - I lifted my blanket to check if I was wearing anything. Nothing.
Eyes, wide open, in a jerk I turned around. And there she was... like a dream, smiling at me.
"What happened last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't remember shit. What happened?"
"What do you think?"
"Fuck."
"Yep. That's right," she said.
"Wanna go for lunch?"
It still is a little hazy.
It's good that you don't remember, she said at lunch.
Why, I asked her.
"Do you think anything will make sense if you remembered?"
"Does it make sense to you?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll find out day after tomorrow, when you go away."
My sex life... let's stick to that for the time being. Well, it's been up and down... yeah yeah, literally speaking. UP and DOWN.
As a teenager, I was extremely sexually active. In my fist book, I had written, everyday, when 'Ravina's' mother left for work, I'd land up at her house with a promise that I will not have sex today. But every mother fucking day we'd end up having sex coz there was nothing else to do.
I don't know what sex then meant to me. I guess just something that gives me pleasure. Despite having a steady girl friend, I'd have sex with other women just to see how different sex can be with different people.
My sex life, was absolutely normal, I thought, I think. But then, as I started to grow, the philosophical asshole took over.
'From sex to super consciousness'
Have so much of sex that one day comes when you know there is more to life than just sex. That day had arrived. Sex began to bore the living crap out of me.
"So much fucking hard work just for those five seconds of orgasm? Not happening."
And trust me, it's true. It isn't like love. When you stop looking for sex, it stops coming to you... vis-a-vis love.
And then one day, I got a mail. This chick, I had the hots for, who had left the country for good, acknowledging a huge crush on me. What do you know? She came all the fucking way to India, JUST to have sex with me. I might pretend to be macho, but it fucking scared the shit out of me. So much so, that the three days she was here with me, johny refused to come up.
It was the pressure, I am sure. That man, it has to be good. Anyway, she left and hence began the period of my under-confidence in bed. Every time I was with a woman, I would fear sex, not look forward to it.
I'll be honest, a little bit of fear still exists. The fear of... what if... again. How fucking embarrasing!
Luckily it never really happened again. Johny has been really cooperative.
In january 2005, I took a vow - never to cheat on my women... ever. The six months I was in Qatar, I was seeing a girl, who I truly didn't want to cheat on. That's why the NO SEX in Qatar.
In Nepal, well, I belonged to no one.
Did I ask her to come to my room? Did she follow me blindly, without any questions? I don't know. I don't remember at all. Not even the sex, just one tiny little bit of a picture I have in my mind when she was guiding me in her, that's it.
All I know is that I woke up with her - her, who I'll probably never ever see again, her, who was lying naked on my bed, her, who I kissed on the neck, her, who's boobs I held and slept, her, who told me I was snoring, her, who's beautiful.
Does it make any sense to her? I don't know.
But she did say, "I'll miss you."
Will I miss her?
I don't know.
Sex?
It isn't about the orgasm. It's about the process. It's about the warmth of the soft female skin. It's about passion.
Will I miss her?
No.