Peak

On the only guided tour holiday I’ve ever taken, I pulled a man in the heat and rawness of Cambodia. Edging perceptibly closer together on sticky plastic bus seats, the trip progressed through museums of skulls and death in the killing fields to floating boat people, and finally Angkor Wat temple; he was the only interesting person on the trip. Later in Phnom Penh, we whizzed around on motorbikes visiting temples, continuing the exploratory conversation, not touching, erotic tension building with the distance between us. Fortunately, we were both booked on the same flight to Kuala Lumpur, where he had a hotel room for the night. I had a peak experience of bliss, where, through unhurried oral sex, time stopped still.