Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Obsession



I am not proud of my indiscriminate promiscuity. I must have done the deed thousands of times and, no matter how invigorating, entrancing or utterly pleasurable it was, I very rarely return to the same partner and most of the time I cannot even remember their names or what they looked like. When it is over, the itch to repeat it starts almost immediately, to do it again and again and to do it better. 

But that’s how it is, isn’t it, when you are a compulsive reader of books?