I asked one of my recent lovers to write down his experience of sex with me in his words, while I did the same in mine. Indian sex Though she had told me that she was not married and without any boyfriend, I was sure she was only being kind to me to ask me to paint her, so it was something to be ashamed of. Strangely enough this never happens when I’m penetrated with a finger or a dildo. The play of light on the tops of her breasts, the way her hair hung over one shoulder, curling to kiss her collarbone, the deep pit of her navel and the shadows that grew below it, not deep enough to conceal the cleft that began between her thighs…she was beautiful, in a way I had never been beautiful, though every feature of hers, from her broad forehead to the silver glitter of her painted toenails, were mine.
