AND SHE slowly and seductively slips her facemask away while moaning as she caresses and smothers her hands with rubbing alcohol. She stares at him with those suggestive eyes as she takes off her shoes, leaving her delicate feet totally naked. Then sprays her shoes with disinfectant and nonchalantly throws them out the room.
As he stares at her totally naked face, she starts coughing, and with those delicate hands just sanitized by the rubbing alcohol she naughtily massages her heaving bosom. The coughing started getting intense and tiny trickles of sweat rolled down on her quivering thighs.
He was just sitting on the bed totally enthralled and staring with open mouth at the torrid display of wanton coughing that for a moment he was speechless and unable to move. When he finally collected himself something was throbbing and getting hard in him.
It was just too much for him that he had no choice but to cry out; go get a drink of water and while you’re at it there’s some mouth wash gargle with that and rinse your mouth. I told you for the nth time stop eating those cheap ice candies as you’ll just irritate your throat.
For the wannabe and those who fancy themselves as writers, that’s how you make erotica out of a very mundane and totally-devoid-of-sex-appeal topic, i.e. the “new normal” in the era of the COVID-19 pandemic.
And we segue to something else not connected even remotely to the COVID-19 pandemic, music. Particularly that of Jimi Hendrix.
Well she’s walking through the clouds with a circus mind that’s running wild butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales, that’s all she ever thinks about …
From that free online encyclopedia a.k.a. the internet:
Jimi Hendrix is an American rock guitarist, singer, and songwriter, although his mainstream career spanned only four years, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential electric guitarists in the history of popular music, and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame describes him as “arguably the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music.
Jimi Hendrix is mostly known for his blues influence rock music but once in a while he would come out with a slow tempo almost a ballad gem and we are going to talk about one of those rare gems.
“Little Wing” is a song he wrote and recorded by the Jimi Hendrix Experience in 1967. It is a slower tempo, rhythm and blues-inspired ballad featuring Hendrix’s vocal and guitar with recording studio effects accompanied by bass, drums, and glockenspiel.
Lyrically, it is one of several of his songs that reference an idealized feminine or guardian angel-like figure.
According to Hendrix, “Little Wing” came from an idea he had originally developed while playing in Greenwich Village sometime in 1967…. “I got the idea like, when we were in Monterey and I was just looking at everything around. So I figured that I take everything I see around and put it maybe in the form of a girl maybe, somethin’ like that, you know, and call it ‘Little Wing’, and then it will just fly away. Everybody’s really flyin’ and they’re really in a nice mood, like the police and everybody was really, really great out there. So I just took all these things and put them in one very, very small little matchbox, you know, into a girl and then do it. It was very simple, but I like it though.”
And from Songfacts.com:
This song was inspired by the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival, a concert held during three days of the “Summer of Love” (1967) featuring The Who, The Byrds, Janis Joplin, and many others. Attended by about 200,000 music fans, it happened 2 years before Woodstock. Jimi wrote about the atmosphere at the festival as if it was a girl. He described the feeling as “Everybody really flying and in a nice mood.” He named it “Little Wing” because he thought it could just fly away.
On a personal note, I like this song listening to “Little Wing” is like a cool breeze reminiscence of that whimsical and carefree summer of love.
So light that incense get a glass of chilled Chablis and let Jimi Hendrix take you for a walk through the clouds with a circus mind that’s running wild and see visions of butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales.
As Lou Reed would say, “Take a walk on the wild side.”/PN
