The Four-Letter Word

Let's face it. We are all adults. Isn't it wonderful? Once we taste it, something happens. The pulse quickens. The eyes dilate. Muscles contract. Lips part. It's in.

Some speak of it breathlessly. Some link it to an orgasmic experience ~ literally taking us beyond the realms of the ordinary. Others don't even blink a lash but need it desperately.

We are talking about a small four-letter word. Food. Of course. What were you thinking of?

Food is a joy. Too much of it can be wonderful. Why else do we want to eat, and eat? Is it no wonder then, in a country like ours where an amazing buffet arrests our eyes and never fails to start our juices going, that food holds the place it does in our lives?

The ritual of eating is a magical experience. Some might insist that good food is to be enjoyed and savoured like wine. Others might just shovel it in, without so much as a break for breath. And that is what some people do. That's why hawker centres are always full.

Lust knows no limits. First comes the hunt for a table. Then a survey of the fare available. Quick! Order the food! Anticipation. The eyes search. It's here. Wonderful. Smells delicious. Looks good enough to eat. Roll up the sleeves. Pick up the chopsticks or the fork and dig in. Two minutes later, lips smack, tummy stretch, and another quick look around. What's for seconds?

Lust still burns even if the body cannot. Mmm… let's try that. Or that. Or heck! Just have both lah!

The hot, sweaty hawker is ready. Ready to satisfy your most urgent needs. Money changes hands and the cash drawer clangs. Inward smiles from hawkers go unnoticed. Money in my pocket ~ why not?

Cleaning tables and picking up bones and leftover prawn shells is a small price to pay. Believe me, hawking is a noble way to make a living. Even if you have to do all kinds of gymnastics in a hawker's stall.

Customers leave your stall, full and satisfied. Chances are you will see them again tomorrow…the next day…the day after…always hungry, full of desire, and willing to part with their money.

Break out and give in to sin! There is only one life and a whole lot of temptation. And no lack of companionship too. Try anything. We will bring put the whip, but no handcuffs. We know the hands and mouth have the most work to do.

Lust. Food. What's the difference? Not much. Only one does not offend. So eat! And we guarantee you will enjoy this four-letter word.

Burp!

 

by Uma Cannon