She was tired, sleepy, and wanted him to stop, but he continued going on and on. He too was worn-out, nearly on the verge of losing it, but he was making excruciating effort to keep going on, as vigorously as possible, desperately waiting for her to climax.
The emotionless mechanical charade went on and on, till suddenly she could not bear it any longer. She knew there was only one way to end this tedious agony. Fake it!
She put her arms around him, gripping him tightly, burying her face into him, thrashing her body around him furiously, biting, moaning, panting, screaming, simulating, as if she were in the throes of passion, till he went limp, rolled over and collapsed, lifeless, unspent, next to her.
“You came?” she asked, unquenched, but relieved that it was all over.
“Yes,” he lied, unspent, but exultant that he had been able to “prove” his forte to her once again.
Reassured, they put their arms around each other, and, together, they plummeted into the dark abyss of dreamless sleep.
Copyright 2007 Vikram Karve