Warning: this post is not necessarily politically correct or feminist friendly. But many male surfers are faced with a very real dilemma every Sunday morning.
You’re in bed. First light seeps through the curtains. She’s warm and soft. Thoughts begin to take form. She presses gently into you. The waves are pumping. Every fibre in your being can sense wisps of cloud floating lightly toward the ocean. She makes that cute sound. Yesterday at dusk you saw the first shadow-lines of ground swell wrapping in.
She turns over and strokes you lightly. Those shiny, willing eyes. She’s receptive to any touch. It’s Sunday morning so you can’t smash ‘n grab… it’s lovemaking or wave-riding.
What do you do?
