Free The Pleasure of M by Michel Farnac Page A

his
  hand
  in
  his
  pocket
  and
  finds
  there
  something
 
that
 inexorably
 draws
 him
 back
 to
 his
 own
 place
 in
 time.
 It
 is
 a
 penny
 of
 his
 era,
 if
 I
 
recall
  right.
  Well,
  when
  I
  read
  that,
  I
  thought
  about
  this
  point
  in
  the
  orgasm
  cycle,
 
and
 how
 some
 guys
 actually
 grab
 onto
 things
 to
 avoid
 leaving,
 to
 be
 brought
 back
 to
 
the
 reality
 they
 are
 being
 kicked
 out
 of
 by
 their
 pleasure.
 Grab
 a
 bedpost,
 grab
 your
 
partner.
  These
  are
  ways
  to
  thrust
  out
  of
  yourself
  these
  echoes
  and
  regain
  contact
 
with
 the
 surrounding.
 Some
 guys
 just
 go
 rigid
 for
 a
 second
 and
 then
 start
 moving,
 or
 
talking
 and
 it
 can
 have
 that
 almost
 manic
 feel
 to
 it.
 Talking
 is
 a
 good
 one
 because
 it
 
brings
 you
 back,
 but
 not
 in
 too
 harsh
 a
 way.”
 
    “This
 is
 amazing,”
 she
 said
 dreamily,
 “I
 had
 no
 idea.”
 
“Had
 you
 never
 observed
 anything?
 I
 mean
 don’t
 we
 tend
 to
 look
 a
 little
 weird
 right
 
after
 the
 act?”
 
“Well,
 sure!
 But
 how
 was
 I
 supposed
 to
 know?”
 
“Oh,
 of
 course,
 Catherine.
 That’s
 not
 what
 I
 meant
 to
 imply.
 Clearly
 we
 men
 do
 not
 
speak
 about
 such
 things.”
 
     
“Well,
 you
 do!”
 
    “True,
  but
  that’s
  because
  I
  find
  it
  amusing.
  It’s
  very
  iconoclastic
  of
  me,
  really,
  and
 
that
  is
  undoubtedly
  a
  big
  part
  of
  the
  appeal.
  I
  think
  you’ll
  agree
  once
  we
  are
  done
 
that
 the
 notion
 of
 a
 man
 divulging
 to
 a
 woman
 the
 secrets
 of
 a
 man’s
 pleasure
 could
 
be
 perceived
 by
 other
 males
 as
 an
 unforgivable
 act
 of
 betrayal.”
 
    “It’s
 not
 betrayal.
 I’m
 just
 starting
 to
 understand
 something
 I
 have
 been
 a
 witness
 to
 
for
 years
 and
 always
 kind
 of
 bothered
 me.
 I
 mean,
 do
 you
 have
 any
 idea
 what
 goes
 
through
 a
 woman’s
 head
 when
 she
 has
 just
 given
 her
 husband
 an
 orgasm
 and
 he
 just
 
lays
 there
 as
 if
 you
 didn’t
 even
 exist,
 doesn’t
 want
 to
 talk
 to
 you.
 Either
 that,
 or
 he
 
just
 gets
 up
 and
 starts
 talking
 like
 nothing
 even
 happened.”
 
    “When
 in
 truth,
 it’s
 still
 happening.
 It’s
 quite
 a
 conundrum,
 you
 know.
 
 To
 fully
 revel
 
in
  the
  pleasure
  you
  have
  given,
  we
  must
  be
  absent
  from
  you.
  To
  not
  do
  so
  means
 
squashing
  the
  pleasure
  mid-‐course.
  It’s
  like
  a
  built-‐in
  misunderstanding,
  a
  cruel
 
irony:
 it’s
 not
 that
 a
 man
 is
 self-‐centered
 in
 his
 pleasure
 but
 that
 a
 man’s
 pleasure
 is
 
self-‐centered.”
 
    For
  many
  days,
  Catherine
  found
  her
  mind
  drifting
  back
  endlessly
  to
  this
 
conversation.
  In
  fact,
  it
  was
  a
  bit
  of
  a
  reality
  check
  when
  one
  morning
  in
  a
  rather
 
unusual
 non-‐sequitur
 her
 husband
 asked
 “We’re
 not
 having
 any
 more
 kids,
 right?”
 
seemingly
  wanting
  to
  dispel
  any
  fears
  that
  the
  recent
  marked
  increase