“You were enjoying yourself with my boss, weren’t you?” he said sarcastically.
“Yes, I had a nice time. He is a thorough gentleman,” she said.
He did not respond and... More > concentrated on the road in front of him.
“Are you angry with me, Raman?” she moved close to him.
“No, Mandakini. I have been fantasizing about you for so many years. I wanted to see you with a man. I did not expect that you would begin to like a white man, and that too my boss,” he laughed.
“How does colour matter if you really want to see me with another man?” she said loudly.< Less
Maybe he was not ready for this frank expression, for I could see the expression of amazement on his face. He looked in my eyes and smiled. He did not know what to say, I believe.
He kept his hand... More > on my hand and gently pressed it. I bent forward and gave him a kiss on his right cheek. He was shy because he began to look around at the people sitting at other tables in the restaurant.
Before he could say anything, I surprised him and said, “I will see you in Mumbai, Harman,” and I began to walk away from the table. I had a mischievous smile on my face while I was almost running away from the table.< Less
I was surprised but I said, “We will do it together tomorrow. Now you must go back to him and remain with him. Both of you are trained now. We have seven more days with us and after that our... More > entire life, like friends in fuck. Now go to your husband and surprise him.”
Manju was in my embrace when Meera walked out of our room. She was very happy. I was happy that I had found a fresh woman for myself and my wife had found a fresh man for herself. The following seven days were going to be fantastic.< Less
He realized that she was in full mood and he said, “That is why you have been standing there watching my ass.”
“Yes, Sajan, I like everything that you have. I am tired and I want... More > to be filled with some new kind of energy,” she moaned.
“Am I a kind of generator?” he laughed.
“You have a magic wand under your shorts and it fills my body with energy,” she laughed too.
“But there is lot to do, darling,” he said quite innocently.
He moved forward and put his arms around her. She felt that he was much stronger than Sajan. The fresh aroma of the young man immediately impressed her. She put her arms around him too.< Less
She came close and sat beside him. He took her face in his hands, his solid palms comforting her burning cheeks. Her eyes were closed when he planted a gentle kiss on her rosy lips. She trembled and... More > put her arms around his neck.
“Devi, I have been waiting for this moment since yesterday when I saw you after so many years,” he whispered in her ear.< Less
That was her art, the beauty of love making, and it inspired me a lot. She bounced madly, riding my male member, as if trying to win a kind of race. She would moan and scream, shout obscenities which... More > I had never even imagined, but it excited me.
He had liked her as a bouncing beauty, but little did he know that she had a golden heart too.
Having sex with her was always a heavenly experience, but entering the realm of her heart was an experience which brought before him the truth which was more precious than anything in this world.
The monster of HIV was even beyond his imagination, but the reality had to be faced. She was the goddess who had played with the monster and tricked the world, thus winning real love for herself.< Less
“I am sorry, Pradhan. I began to feel so lonely after your departure,” she was sobbing.
“But you could have informed me and I could have married you,” he whispered... More > again.
“Nothing is lost even now. I am married to him but we can be united when we get a chance like this,” she said.
“Are you sure that you want to do it tonight?” he whispered.
“Yes, Pradhan, you are my love, my only love, and he is the father of my son. You come first and he is the second. I promise you whenever you call me I will be there to give you my tunnel,” she pressed his hand in the darkness.< Less
On some days in a week, he would try to pacify his erection by vigorous masturbation in his room. He used to be happy that his male device was still able to gain its complete length and... More > hardness.
His first floor room was his private den and no one disturbed him there. The only person who came up to the room was Madhuri, the ironing lady. She would come to his room to take the keys of the garage where she kept her cart. She paid him monthly rent for keeping her cart in his garage though he never took the money from her if he were alone in the house. To his wife he had told that Madhuri paid the rent every month.
Madhuri and Rukmini often came to his room and watched television programmes with him. His wife did not mind because she was fully convinced that her husband was not capable of doing the things which a young man can do to a woman.< Less
“Robin, I am a slut, a dirty whore, a bitch! You will become a laughing stock,” I feel tears in my eyes.
“That is why I am taking you away from this town. Just be with me and I am... More > sure you will begin to see things differently. I want you to go to college and complete your studies,” he says, putting his hand on my left hand on the table.
That one pure and soft touch of his hand takes me to heaven. I begin to like him more, in fact, I am in love too.
“Give me some time, Robin,” I look in his eyes.
After the dinner, he drops me at my room, and before leaving my place gently kisses me on my lips. This time everything is different. There is no sex, just pure affection, just sense of being together.< Less
“What? But you were taking pills?” he was shocked.
“I think it did not work,” she felt like a thief.
“All right, I will take you to a doctor in another town, not here... More > and we will get rid of this mess,” he said.
“Thank you Sahib, Please don’t throw me out,” she pleaded.
He knew that he would never leave her at least for three four years because he was getting sexual fulfillment for free and without any hassles.
His Mohini was going to be his plaything even after his marriage.
After about two years he married a girl named Gita. She was from his village and she was quite innocent. She was happy that there was a housemaid in the house to help her.
He was happy because he had got a fresh piece of his wife and an experienced and well used piece of Mohini.
He let his life drift between the two.< Less