The Prosecco Moment
The Prosecco Moment is fleeting and every lover should learn to spot this “parenthèse enchantée” : life seems brighter and lighter and nothing is more important than this sudden surge of sex in our everyday life routine. One bottle of Prosecco, two champagne flutes and being with the loved one is all you need.
And some action. preferably not in the bedroom. The kitchen, a backyard, a garden shed or a corridor, perchance an English manor, should do. The problem would be the man who does not identify that there is electricity going on there and that the charge is next to him. That the time and space when love comes first usually happens with the second glass of Prosecco. And I had just taken a sip of my third one when I felt the magic moment in my head and heart (well not exactly in my heart). I was reaching out for you when you suddenly got up :
“I’ll put the chicken in the oven, what do you want to have, peas or mashed potatoes?”
“Whatever”
How could you NOT feel what I wanted?
“Umm, while you go to the kitchen, can you turn down the light a little please?”
“What for?” “ Don’t you want to read the Telegraph?”
“Now?”
“While I am cooking our dinner.”
And that is when I felt The Prosecco moment pass, leaving softly as I answered “Peas I think” in such a feeble voice you could not hear me.
“What did you say?” “Nothing…”
I know that I should have answered with “Come here” or even a much more offensive and certainly more blunt invitation. So, I will take my share of responsibility, the blame is not entirely on you. I do not think they include identifying volatile sex urgency within British education, both boys and girls. I should have attacked you as soon as the moment got me and ensure that you would feel it too. But I let your domestic mood dominate the situation. The room that was meant to be filled with exclamations of desire and breathless gasps was instead to be subjected to the dinner-as-usual tone.
“OK. I am going to close the curtains, as garden lights will soon start to shine, or maybe the stars will. Can you imagine if someone should see us naked on the carpet?”
WHAT? So you were actually thinking of us rolling naked on the beige carpet and did nothing? Hmmm Did you have your Prosecco moment too and it was I that did not guess or feel anything? You mean I could have been sitting on your knee in your old rocking chair? I could have let you touch me until my legs are wide open? Though there was zero chance that someone would come and peek through the window, you mentioned the two of us naked on the carpet. That was was in fact a good start.
Successful seduction depends on so many small details each of which can make a difference. Yes, they are clichés, candle light, soft pinkish shade lamps, comfortable sofa and not too heavy cushions -these can be thrown all over the place if necessary. All the clichés actually work. As Love itself is a cliché. What is NOT working is the horribly bright white wall lights you have in the living room, that makes one feel she is kept in detention and soon to be interviewed by a police officer. The ‘Domestic’ mood must be absolutely banned while you are drinking Prosecco together en tete a tete
Whether you have met just two days ago or you have been married for twenty years. I am a believer in marriage, and sex should be put first as often as possible. That Is if you are willing to practice the Art of Seduction and apply the right rules. It does not mean banning the domestic approach, after all we all have watched films containing incredible sex scenes on the kitchen table. ‘All you need is Love’ and a lot of attention to detail. and most of all attention to your partner. Luckily enough, when you are married, missed opportunities will soon be renewed. Love Always Wins
