Cues

(This post was born out of a conversation with a Tinder match where the only requirement was to use the words provided to spin a story. My five words? recliner; darkness; strangers; nails; biting.)

I must say, movie halls are so full of potential. The darkness lends itself to all manner of misdeeds, from the mild and mundane to the heart-stoppingly outrageous. Sitting there, in the midst of a sea of strangers all of whom are conveniently distracted by moving images on a screen, it's all too easy to create your own parallel storyline that's often a lot...juicier...than anything Hollywood could dish up. And the thrill of being so close to discovery - any moment, your neighbour could sit up in his recliner to sip at his overpriced soft drink and notice that you're using yours for more conventional (and delicious) purposes - just adds to the excitement. Hands move with just a touch more urgency, nails digging in harder; mouths and lips and teeth find their mark with alacrity, biting down more sharply just because it's so much hotter to feel a moan being stifled lest discovery be risked. And half the time, you don't really care - let them see, let them be shocked, let them radiate jealousy and disapproval, because it only adds to the thrill (and who knows, it may just spur them on to give in to their own desires).

The best thing about a movie hall, though, is the moment when the lights come back on, and you stare at each other with barely leashed hunger, your clothes in disarray, and share an unspoken promise to finish what was started.