the game

There is this delicious, tantalizing drama that unfolds between men and women, particularly when in groups that makes the whole game so entertaining; or at least entertaining for the causal observer. There is a lot at stake for the players- plans and designs and strategic moves can fall to dust in an instant, a whole evening's build up, gone- like an orgasm you hoped was going to rock your body instantly evaporating because something got in the way- or didn't (as the case may be).

The air is thick with unsaid words, with heavy looks disguised as nonchalant glances- with bodies pulling towards the magnet of their affectionate desire, of their passionate lust.

Choices are made to pull in attention, to ignore the obvious-
Some work at their moves so strenuously, that sweat runs down the soft, dark spots of their bodies as they concentrate on their end game; others are so oblivious and carefree to the seduction fumes in the air, they traipse gypsy-like until smacked with the love-lust that leaves them stunned- and then easy prey for the takers.

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In this particular case, the girls knew their plans were done. Their ideas for what could be, the climax that they had hoped for- was gone. The boys were giggling now. Their concentration was diverted by the silly smoke sexy-swirling through their lungs. The game was over- boys that giggle can't focus on the goodies.