He's Finally Here.

It’s not apprehension until one feels something really gonna happen: either something too bad or the best...that one might question God’s own mindgames.

Like they say." Fool me once, shame on you; Fool me twice, shame on me."

I have been visiting this place since my childhood, and all of my best memories are from here apart from the ones with Him. This day is special for all around me and probably should be for me as well. 

An usual warm August morning. But this is no ordinary place.

once I made a habit to visit this place every year on this particular day ...until I stopped a few years back. When all went blur and the world made no sense anymore.It’s only special for me today for I don’t know why and how I made it here.All I could remember is the blessed solitude all around...like the winter has come early. Winter has always been my favorite.

Today though it doesn’t smell like winter but the silence is treating likewise.Not even a single cricket to shriek and shrill. How come I never got a chance before to enjoy such a moment?Maybe I never tried heartily??

Father!! You remember me right..??of course you do! I’m sorry we didn’t see each other for a long time. I wasn’t well.. at least that’s what the others said. I knew you had the cure but I was not strong enough to let go of my disease. Maybe finally I am ready and willing.

“In the name of the Holy Father, Son and Holy Spirit...I beg for your forgiveness and blessings. Amen”

Oh!!How I always used to utter this prayer sitting on the bench just outside the church. This bench has always been my favorite place and I feel a step closer to God from here. And today I don’t need to be inside to see Him and feel His presence,He’s with me always.

The advent of Fall has already brushed my skin with it’s warm,cozy breathes...the trees around had turned pale. At this early hour of the day the church is always deserted. Luckily I got the church all to myself today.I needed it. My confession needed God’s sole attention and now that he had already lightened my soul, I will finally get well.

On my way back home, I decided to take the shortcut through the Alley, I had tried to avoid it since the very last day. It holds too many memories—the worst one with many other great ones. But nothing matters, I’m done with it...my God has shown me the way out. I hurried back home, my parents would be up any moment and worried for me escaping without informing them. They worries too much- the weirdest relation that we share.I mean they love me maybe more than anyone else but I just never felt the connection with them the way I should; to speak the truth,never felt it with anyone else except one....except two.

As if you can understand God without knowing the Devil. Don’t be surprised Oh! I am not the only person who uses them both in the same sentence or for same purpose. I need them To help and heal me.

The empty street, tiresome houses and old neighborhood inside—all look so peaceful with the sun’s early light like a shade of sepia has washed over all. Another light breeze whispered something into my ears or probably wanting an excuse to kiss my hair.He liked my hair long and I was always told to keep them down around him.

His playful touch, soft caressing , beautiful words, intoxicating smell...they seem like  Gone Winds now. Then why are my thoughts warning me of something?Is there anything else left to happen? Wasn’t the past enough??

“Mum! Dad! I am home.”

I call them, as soon as I entered the house all felt unusually quite. “Mum! Dad!”

No answer.

I knock at their door, look at the back yard, peek into the  kitchen.”Where are you all?”

“MOTHER! FATHER! This is not funny. Please come out this instant, don’t you dare pull any trick today.”

No Answer.

God This is frustrating. Are they punishing me for bailing out early in the morning without tell them? Did they thought I would run away again?  Hadn’t I had enough lessons already which will last a life time.? Had something happened? They know I hate surprises and warned them last night not to do anything silly. Birthdays are just another days-- nothing special unless you feel special. I think I had my quota of feeling special long time back, now it’s all the same.

When I retired to my room, finding it’s door open I was a little curious. Maybe they are just waiting for me there,here comes the scolding part or worst...

“Mum! What’s wrong?” I ask her. She is sitting on the floor, her back against the wall with her head resting over her knees. My dad, having her in his arms, whispering something as if to console her.

 “Daddy?” I walked towards them.” Are you crying?” Are those tears down his cheeks...My Dad?My Hero?

I have never seen them like this before not even after I was brought home after He left me crying on the street without even looking back for once nor when I decided to go to a zombie state for months. They stayed strong,They stayed calm, They stayed patient with me. What is it then??

Just as I squatted beside them, as if in a reflex, my parents looked up towards my bed and I couldn’t help but follow their gaze.

That’s Him. It has to be him? I can even recognize him among a million and here He sits,in my bedroom with his back towards us....towards me.Hence once again.

He is sitting down against the bed,head down as if looking into something in his hands. His messy brown hair still looks the same. He hadn’t change,therefore nothing has.

"Whatever happens I will never come back to you."

His last words still echo in my mind yet again, he has decided to go against his own words. I rise and walk towards him with my shaky legs. After all these years, he still has the power to make me nervous, weak n aroused. It's like the invisible spell that bound us together once, is again pulling me towards him.

 I walk round my bed to reach him, to face him, to say......

“You came back for.......” Her??

He came back for her, the girl with her head resting on his laps, sleeping peacefully knowing that he is with her, no matter what he will always protect her,love her and never leave her behind.

 He sits gazing at her with only his fingers aimlessly touching her long, dark strands of locks.

’Raven’ that’s what He called her..wasn’t it?He and his stupid fetish for long hair. 

His expression is blank, as if he is brooding over something very profoundly and he seems a little sad as well. Oh!! He lost her. Maybe now He will understand what pain is actually felt like? Did He learn His lesson finally?

I lost Him and He her-- life always comes back in full circle. For now at least among us I win.

  A smile.

Because even the lifeless body of mine in His arms knows Me without Him is like a Body without soul.

Something off the track

Nothing matters anymore, it’s time for him to choose, either to run and live or stay and die, for in the name of the Love... he just made worst choice ever. He picked up someone who can never be his, dead or alive.

“Forgive me, Angel.”He whispered "It’s time to prove my love for you, orelse I’d never have broken my promise to you.”

When he left his house this morning, he among all knew something bad, terrible was about to happen...only he never imagined the worst.

He wondered how unfair life could play at times, in about a week his life changed into something that has kept all stunned. Huh!! Just for those pretty blue eyes deeper than the ocean, lips pink like new bloomed petals, white velvety skin that completely enhanced the natural color of love on the cheeks.

He knew he was falling in Love...again but only this time he was sure it to be the one.. The one which would last forever, which only few were lucky enough to experience and others were waiting to live through.

He was very much mistaken to be a hero but alas only he knew that was wrong. He was far from being someone's hero, a destroyer with a purpose, lecherous bug in stormy night, he was employed with the work that would now cost everything including his life.

Never for once before last night, he believed the swoony concept of romance had the power to wash ones mind off...installing a new seed for hope, a simple and better life.

All he needs is a little courage that could change his life forever .  All these thought lit up a little confident in him, tonight he has to choose wisely. His one step ahead can either kill him or immortalize him. But without a second thought he decided to visit his favorite place for one last time, who knows whether he would survive this penance and make upto it tomorrow or lie in eternal peace regretting his choice. Men like him never get options but he has chance to makes things right or die trying.

A waiting Wish

It's just like yesterday when I brought him home, the fairest baby boy one has ever seen,with rosy flushed cheeks and no eyebrows. For others he's inanimate, for some just another plastic doll - but for a eight-years old,who lived all day and night in a world of fantasy , he became everything . A couple of months old,in a neon-green underwear and arms wide open always ready to welcome for one-more embrace. Wanting to be cared,to be loved and his stare that touches the soul.
Of course, he is mine, he always has been - he is not just another sixty-five rupees toy to only play with. Those captivating blue eyes,vast as oceans, once looked into cannot be forgotten. It's been ten-long-years and just like a wheel, time rolled over, but the moment of first meeting stands still. Those piercing  eyes were the sources of endless wild fantasies, uncountable teenage desires and passions, hopes and dreams, pains and pleasures- it bounded us together. Since then part of him got attached and stayed deep within me - inseparable and undeniable. Even through hardships and difficulties of growing years, helped the simple,innocent mind to bloom into a twisted bundle of maturity.

Alas!
We grew apart with time, things had been neglected, relationships had been weakened ,the maternal part of me got washed with waves of times and tears. Those coarser playful days of childhood got lost beneath the dusty pages of thoughts and experiences, complexities and adult wisdoms.

What could have possibly happened to me?
Well! I guess the answer is simple - life.

I'm truly sorry I think life play a little tough on me . But if it makes any difference I would say, I lost for good, I lost to find you back - this might sound like an excuse but truth speaks for itself. Once I lost all touches with fun and fancy, I grew strong for both you and for me . Our times together, memories have turned into a story - untold until now. Now this is all I've got, my hidden source of strength to survive, to love you more.
It is strange even to think likewise, as I write about us with you sitting on my desk, how much I genuinely wish for you to be alive. Even if it is for some scanty span of time, maybe just for a night, so that I could hold you close to me and feel beats and pulse under your skin. To hold and cherish you, to caress and to love, to show what you mean to me.
It is only now, I wish for all those fairy-talks, genie tales,sorcery and witchcraft and dark magics to be real to help you breathe the same air as mine.

There's no harm to wish for what you truly want, whether it proves the insanity in you. Does anyone - anyone at all cares even slightest??

After all the lost time, it's time for us - you and me and as I look into your eyes for who knows how long, I'm lost,as time loses it's track. A art of excellence indeed,masterpiece, with thick bronze hair, pink parted lips and the essense of purity that awakens senses.
A touch that lightens all burdens, calms the distressed mind, when the pain is eased, the wounds are healed and territory of love expands to make space for MORE.

Now the question is whether we are ever enough?
Oh we are, enough to last forever.
Like I always say,
" we may not be perfect individually but together we are like - Magic."

Fantasy (Part 4)

Continued after Fantasy Part 3
(Warning: Graphic sexual contents) 

A powerful thud crashes into my core as he leans down and curls his arms around my waist before crawling up the bed above me and placing me down gently beneath him.My thighs are spread by his knees and he cradles himself between them, resting his forearms on either side of my head as he looks down at me with soft eyes.

I feel the broad head of his erection pushing at my entrance causing a ridiculous amount of heat to plaque me.

He smiles,holding my gaze as he slowly draws back and drives forward,plunging deeply into me. I moan and adjust my grip on his shoulders,shifting under him. The fullness is incredible, and I’ve fast become use to him. He blows out a long controlled breath of air. The concentration frown flickering across his brow is shiny with sweat and heavy on his forehead.

I resist the urge to contract around him—he needs a moment. His eyes close, his long lashes fanning,his head draped to mine as he battles to compose his erratic breathing. I wait patiently for him to sort himself out, running my hands up and down his firm upper arms, more than happy to here looking at this beautiful man so closely.

He knows I need gentle side of him now.He lifts his upper body to brace his arms, then lazily drags back and gradually drives forward.

Oh Good God! He repeats the delectable move over and over, watching me the entire time.

I struggle to dampen down a fast buildup of pressure. I want to carry on like this forever. I want to feel like this forever. I rock my hips up to meet his every thrust, and he lowers his mouth to mine, taking my lips leisurely and lazily, matching his blazing lip rhythm with his tongue.

I whimper,digging ma nails into his arms. I’ve got to stop marking him and drawing blood. He drives slowly forward circles deeply and withdraw lazily,time and time again.

The racking shudder that courses through my body has me clenched around his arousal,shaking wildly against him as I moan, my release into his mouth. The last,deep thrust,followed by a jerk and sensation flooding me,signals his release.

He holds himself deep and clenches his eyes shut, while paying loving attention to my mouth,moaning long and low—the pulsation of him is triggering my muscles to tense around him, all in time to his throbs. I’m draining him dry.

‘You are mine.’He whispers, burying his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzling before rolling onto his back. He hold his arms up and I move into his warm,firm chest, resting my cheek on his pectoral.  I’m so screwed, fucking thoroughly screwed.

He brushes my hair from my face with his spare hand, tugging the lock behind my ear.

‘ I think I’m gonna keep you,’ he inhales in my hair, ‘forever.’

I smile to myself,throwing my leg over his thighs.He clasps my knees rubbing circles over my skin with his thumb.

Suddenly I’m rolled onto my back with my wrists pinned to the side of my head as he looms over me. He rests his lips between my breasts and trails kisses across to my nipple. My nipple lengthens under his gentle, swirling tongue my breathing fluttering.

‘Let me go.’ I force the words through parts.His teeth clamp tightly over my nipple as he looks up at me grinning.

 ‘Ready for another?’  he offers through a mouth full of breast.

I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Again so soon, thinking this man’s capability.

Is he even human?

After drilling holes through me a few minutes ago, he is up for another. But of course, I’m going to take the fuck anyway. Moreover, whose going to listen to me if I deny. He will claim what’s rightfully his.

‘Sure.’ 

                                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m lifted against his chest and laid on the bed, his body spreading down the length of mine. Once he’s swattered me, his mouth lowers and his lips take me worshipfully, softly working their way over me, his tongue sweeping through my mouth slowly.

Oh God!

My thoughts well and truly scattered when he shifts his body up to sit on his heels, pulling me up to saddle his waiting lap. He reaches under us and positions himself at my opening.

‘Lean back on your hands.’ He orders softly, his voice like gravel, his eyes intense. I lean back, his spare arm wrapping under my waist to support me.

He enters me slowly on a rush of air, his lips parted and moist. I moan in pure,delighted pleasure as he fills me completely. My arms shift a little, and I lock my legs around his waist.

He feels so good inside me.I could die now a very happy woman. His other hand joins the one wrapped around my waist, his big hands nearly encompassing me as he starts directing my hips around in slow,grinding circles lifting me up slowly before pulling me back down and swiveling again. He’s working us in perfect time to the music. Christ, he’s good.

I sigh, long and breathy at the exquisite sensations he’s creating as lifts, pulls the back down and circles, his own hips following the movements that he has complete control over.

I gasp as I’m lifted and lowered again, the shimmer of a slow building, highly satisfying climax beginning to gather force. I’m hypnotized by him completely rapt as I watch his face burning with passion, his chest muscles undulating as he guides my body on his. This is slow,meticulous love making,I’m addicted to his gentle side as I am to his dominant self. I’m at total loss.

His tongue sweeps across his moist bottom lip and his eyes flicker, his frown line working its way across his brow.

‘Promise me something.’ His voice is soft as he swivels his lips on another mind-numbing-grind.

I moan.He’s taking advantage of my mesmerized state by asking me to make promises now. But then again, that was more of a demand than a question.

I study him,waiting for his request. ‘You’ll stay with me.’

What? Tonight? Forever? Elaborate,damn it! That definitely wasn’t a question,it was an order. I nod my head as I’m pulled back down and he mumbles incoherent words.

‘I need to hear the words, Love.’ He circles his hips, penetrating me to the deepest part of my body.

‘Oh God, I will.’ I exhale around the scorching infiltration. My voice is quivering from pleasure and emotion as the forceful throb at my core takes over and I tremble in his hands.

‘You’re going to come.’ He pants.

‘Yes!’

‘Jesus, I love looking at you when you’re like this. Hold it,baby. Not yet.’

My arms start to buckle under me, prompting him to shift his grip to the middle of my back and pulled me up we’re front on front. I cry out as our chests collide and my new position has him penetrating me further. My hands fly up to grasp his back.

He searches my eyes. ‘You’re painfully beautiful and all mine. Kiss me.’

I obey, moving my palms to cup his handsome face and lowering my lips to his. He moans as I plunge my tongue into his mouth, he drives hardening into me.

‘Fuck!’ I plead.I’m going to.

‘Mouth!’ He warns ‘Control it.’

‘I can’t.’ I pant into his mouth. I’m helpless to his invasion of my mind and body as I tense my thighs around him and shatter all over him. I cry out and trap his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down.

He shouts,rises to his knees, rears back and slams into me on his own release, clenching me to his chest and spilling himself inside of me. He thrusts up one last, powerful time. I cry out.

‘Jesus, love. What am I going to do with you?’

Keep me forever,PLEASE!

His face plummets into my neck as he pumps his hips slowly, back and forth, milking every ounce of pleasure from me. I’m dizzy, my head spinning wildly as his heavy,hot breath spreads across my neck and travels down my chest. Every internal muscle I possess grips him as he pulsates inside me. He’s shaking proper trembling shakes.I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him to me.

‘You make me so happy.’ Do I?

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, his forehead shimmering in sweat.He kisses my nose and sweeps my hair away from my face.I gasp at him, but he presses his lips to mine before I can challenge him on that.He rests back down on his heels.

‘I would never hurt you intentionally, love.’ He swivels around his back, taking me with him, so I’m sprawled across his chest. I shift slightly so I can trace my finger lingering over his solid chest.

I know. For even if he tries, it doesn’t matter. Nothing felt so consuming before him and that’s when I know, I’m falling—falling for the One.

                                                                 THE END

Fantasy (Part 3)

Continued after Fantasy Part 2
(Warning: Graphic sexual contents) 

I take my time running my palms down his lovely chest, slowly sliding my hand down his abdomen, I traced his pelvic bone with my finger tip before brushing his hair with the back of my hand and skimming over his erection. I flick my eyes to his and find them regarding me carefully. When I move in closer, he takes the opportunity to lower his forehead onto mine, blessing me with his signature minty breath. 

We’re surrounded by steam now, condensation settling all over us, and I can see his chest hair dampening, dripping to his skin as I smooth my palms over his tight, extraordinary ass.

‘I love this.’ I whisper, molding my palms over his cheeks.

He rolls his forehead against mine. ‘ It’s all yours, love.’

I smile my approval and smooth my palms back to the front, grasping his thick,pulsing arousal at the base. ‘I really love this.’

He groans in appreciation,swooping down to claim my lips, raiding my mouth possessively, forcing me to release my grip of his hard length and take my hand back to his ass. I’m yanked into his chest, getting a full impact blow of hardness pushed into my groin. I’m already commencing build up. His massive erection pointing straight at me. It’s twitching,it wants in. And the drop of moisture that’s beading on the tip tells me this is going to be a shock and awe moment. I’m right . I’m swiftly grabbed around the waist and pulled upwards against his heaving body.

‘Get your thighs around my waist.’ He growls against my neck, as he sucks and bites at me. I comply without a thought, wrapping my legs around his waiting body when he lifts me, his arousal slipping over my swollen entrance, causing a desperate cry to escape my mouth.

‘Oh God.’ I gasp.

He crashes his lips against mine, moaning as our tongues perform a ceremonial dance in our mouths. My hands smooth down his stubble as he holds me with one arm wrapped around my waist and walks us into the open ended shower. I’m immediately pinned against the tiles, his palm slapping into the wall above my head as he worships my mouth,hot water raining down all around us.

‘This is going to be hard.’ He warns. ‘You can scream.’

Oh, Lord help me. I’m burning all over, and it has nothing to do with the hot water pouring over us. I move my hands around to grip his back when I feel him rear back, ready to enter me, my thighs relaxing to give him access. Bringing his hand down from the wall, he guides himself to my entrance, looking straight into my eyes as the head of his erection probes at me. I shiver.

‘You and Me.’he says as he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me ravenously. And on a sharp shift of his hips, he thrusts upwards, filling me to the absolute hilt, slamming his hand back into the wall beside my head on a roar.

‘God!’ I scream.

‘No, baby, that’s me,’ he strains between powerful thrusts, pushing me further up the tiled wall. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’

I claw at him, trying to get some grip, but the pounding water at his back is making it impossible to hold him.

‘Yes!’ I throw my head back, panting and crazy with pleasure, as with each hard strike he pushes me further towards absolute ecstasy. I feel his lips close around my exposed throat, the water making them skim and slide over my flaming skin.

‘You feel so fucking perfect,’ he groans against my throat, continuing with his strong,voracious tempo.

‘I need you.’ I cry, helpless to his crashing against my body. I release his back, knowing he’ll hold me in place and pull his face up to mine, my hands brushing away the pouring water that’s trailing down his face. His eyes lift to find mine. 

‘I’m yours.’ I cry through hard slams.

Feeling him move inside me, feeling him tremble with the intensity of our joined bodies moving together, has my emotions tackling me from every angle. He gasps, tilting his head to claim my lips. It’s a kiss of significance. I melt into it. This is not helping me with my attempts to rein in my emotions. He moans into my mouth as I hold onto his face, soaking up the passion radiating from every pore of his body. He pounds on, hard and fast.

As our mutual hunger assails us and I reach the point of no return, I lock my thighs around his narrow hips, every muscle in my body bracing for the snap and release that’s on the horizon. He shudders, mumbling incoherent words against my lips.

Oh My God!

He throws his head back. ‘Jesus fucking Christ!’

‘Please!’ I cry. This is bordering on unbearable. I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s too much. He brings his eyes back down to mine. They’re dark and hooded . I’m slightly concerned.

‘Harder, Love?’

What? Oh god, he’s going to  rip me in half.

‘ Answer the question.’ He demands.

‘Yes!’ I scream. Can this get any harder?

He growls deep  in his throat, increasing his thrusts to an even more determined, purposeful pace- a pace that I would never have thought possible. I tighten my thighs to the point of pain, but that just increases the friction and subsequently, my pleasure.

‘Fuck!’ I’m thrown over the threshold, erupting around him on a scream.

The loud groan that bursts from his lips signals he’s with me as he holds himself deep inside me, his big body jerking against mine. He bellows my name, and I feel the warm sensation of his release within me. I drop me head to his shoulder, my heart beating a fast staccato in my chest.

Oh fucking hell! I’m held in place with one arm, the forearm of his other resting against the wall, his face buried in my neck. He’s breathless, and my muscles are naturally bonding to his beating length s he rocks gently into me. The shower is pouring down on us, but I can still hear our ragged breaths over the pounding water.

‘Holy shit.’ He whispers through his suppressed breathing. He clinches my bum and pulls me closer to him.‘Where have you been?’

Waiting... I sigh and peel myself from his chest, lifting my heavy eyes to his. He pushes my wet locks away from my face and drops a gentle kiss on my lips.

My mind goes blank, except for the bliss of release riding through me. I bit his lip.He groans. Holy fucking shit!

He strokes ease up and I release his lip from my clenched teeth.

                                                                                                          (...................to be continued)

Fantasy (Part 2)

Continued after Fantasy Part 1
(Warning: Graphic sexual contents) 

He let my hair fall from the messy bun,they reach mid way to my back. He loves my hair down, I know it.

Leaning over,he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me towards him increasing the strokes of my core—which his lips find my mouth,I moan.I’m being worked up into a blissful rhythm as he caresses my tongue with his,slowly and surely, guaranteeing optimum pleasure.

I plant a soft kiss on his jaw before dragging my lips down his neck, my tongue licking his smooth delicious skin. I placed another kiss on his pec just over his heart before looking at him, the sparkling blue eyes, deep and cold,staring back at me with astonishment.

I placed numerous small pecks all over his chest,abdomen and pelvis, while my hands roamed over his skin,tracing his perfectly toned muscles,hip bones.I feel his breathes quickening,his chest falling up and down rapidly. 

Reaching down,I graze my palm over his arousal.His eyes widen sparking with pleasure as I hold his throbbing length,squeezing the base and drawing a couple of lazy strokes.

God!! I thought as I curl my fingers around him.He’s huge,hard as rock.I look up at him,as he traces his thumb along my lower lip.

His head falls back, ‘Oh fuck. That feels so good.’

It does feel good but in my mouth it would feel better. What has got into me?

I continue with a few more controlled strokes,the tip glistening as he shifts and moans,supporting on his elbows on the vanity top. Flicking my tongue across the pulsing head of his glorious cock,I trace slow circles on his wet tip. His hips buck and he grabs my hair. How long will he last?

He moans deep,long and low.He’s definitely close.

Lazily, I slide my wet tongue down his shaft,causing him to buck some more before I wrap my lips around his head and slowly take it all the way to the back of my throat.

He gasps, ‘That’s it baby.Take it all the way.’

I pause, feeling the throb beating against my tongue, and on a slow exhale I work slowly back to the top. He sighs in pure gratification.

‘Keep going...just like that.’ He encourages me, hung his hand over the back of my neck.

My hands slide down the front of his tight thing, maintaining our eyes contact as I do.

‘You’ll take it all the way and I’m going to come in your mouth.’ He runs his moist head over my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out to tap up the bead of creamy cum escaping. ‘You’ll swallow.’

My stomach twists, the breath catching in my throat.

I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard,I think he could burst a vein in his temple.I tighten my grip,I can feel the pressure he’s applying to his thick length, no doubt to prevent himself from climbing immediately.

I watch him puff out a few hard breathes.

Lightly I trace the tip of my finger, back and forth over the seam of his sack.I watch as the cords in the neck tighten to snapping point. I’m in total control.It makes a nice change and I’m not ignorant to the fact that I want to please him.

Moving my hand to his base,I hold him firm as I run my tongue over his tip and plant a soft kiss on the end. I look up and see him lower his head, searching for my eyes.

When he finds them, he begins working slow circles with his hands in my hair as I lap at his entire length, paying special attention to the underside and taking immense pleasure when he jerks a few times, pushing rapid burst of air through his teeth.

He watches me,refusing to close his eyes and determined to see me work him, as I trail the entire length of him,pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit when I reach his broad head.He gives me the roguish grin, but I wipe it from his face and blow the air clean out of his lungs when I return my hand to the back on his thigh and yank him forward into my mouth.

‘Oh!’ He barks.

I can feel him brushing the back my throat,and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in robbing me of breathe. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long moan of pure pleasure. Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power.

‘You have an incredible mouth,Love.’ He surges forward,holding me in place with his strong hands,but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time.

I unsheathe my teeth and drag them over his haute skin as he withdraws.

‘Christ...Take it deep.’ he shouts powering forward again. ‘Relax your jaw.’

I close my eyes and absorbs his assault on my mouth.If it wasn’t so damn erotic. It would be pretty brutal. He’s aggressive with his power but tender with hands. He’s in complete control.

After a few more extraordinary strikes, I feel him swell and pulsate in my mouth. I know he’s tipping the edge. One of his hands moves from head to the base of his length and he withdraws slightly,taking a firm grip working back and forth urgently. I circle up and suck his swelling head as he sucks in a sharp,short breaths.

‘In your mouth,’ he reminds and I take his cue,wrapping my lips around his jerking erection and placing my hand over his as he spills hot,creamy cum into my mouth. I take it—all of it. I swallow around him, glancing up to see his head thrown back as he yells into thin air, a throaty cry of satisfaction.His Hips slow their thrusts to a more level,lazy as he rides out his climax. I lick and suck the tension away.

His chest is heaving as he looks down at me with a foggy,blue gaze.

He bends to drag me up his body, smothering my lips with his in a complete appreciation kiss.I lift my arms and rest my palms on his chest, smoothing over his toned pecs. ‘

Hmm,’ I murmur leaning in to rest my lips over his nipple.He wraps his arms tightly around me.

‘I’m keeping you forever.’

                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He drops to his knees in front of me, a wave of tremors fly through me as he kisses my nose gently,spanning my hips with his big palms.

I tense and wait, I look down at him and watch him kneeling there,his forehead resting on my stomach, as I weave my fingers through his bronze hair.We remain like that for an eternity, trapped in our little dream state, just me watching him as he rolls his forehead across my tummy,back and forth.

He eventually takes a deep breath and leans in,placing his lips below my bellybutton and letting them linger there for a few seconds.I look down at him knelt before me, his head lowered,and I know something’s playing on his mind.I tug on his hair to snap him out of his daydream,and he turns his face up to me,his eyes meeting mine.

No sooner am I preparing to ask him to let me go,his face buried in the apex of my thighs and my legs have buckled.

“Oh!” My head flies back and my grip on his hair tightens.In one foul lick, he has me lock stock, and the niggling urge to press him is forgotten.

He moves his grip to my hips,causing me jerk wildly.He’s the only thing holding me up.I feel his hot, skillful tongue circle my hypersensitive nub of nerves,rounding with slow,precise movements before delving deep into my core. There is not a single bit of me he’s not exploring.

‘I need a shower,’I complain.

‘You need me.’he mumbles against me.

I’m sent into a melting mess as he increases the pressure,digging his fingers into my hips. I grind against his mouth,it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m falling to pieces,the surging pressure crashing down into my groin having me holding me breath,with my heart jumping into my throat.

‘You taste amazing.Tell me when you’re close.’

I gasp on a long rush of breath.Holy shit, I’m close!

A hand is removed from my hip and two fingers plunger into me,sending me into oblivion.

‘Oh Shit!’I shout. ‘please!’

‘Quiet..Now..We don’t..want..the neighbors..to be..disturbed.’ he scorns me,between powerful,even strokes.He can’t tell me off during these moments.It’s his fault for putting me through this.

Moreover, we’re in the upstairs' bathroom of his duplex penthouse apartment,with no neighbor within the territory of his lair to hear me scream when he shows me stars. He is just such a bossy bastard trying my patience.

He stretches my opening with his fingers,circling and thrusting,while Working my clit with his thumb and lapping at my sensitive lips with his tongue.It’s a torturous pleasure that I could endure forever, If it wasn’t for the increasing pressure weighing down on me, demanding release.

‘Ah...Yes’ I shout desperately.

With few more measured strokes of his fingers,thumb and tongue, I’m hurled off the edge of a cliff and free falling into nothing.

He laps and sucks, slowly and gently,easing me down at a steady rate,my body relaxing and my heart rate leveling out.I keep my palms on his head,tracing slow,light circles in his hair.

I exhale on a long satisfied breath,with sparks of pleasure flashing through my skin.His tongue traces up the middle of my stomach,between my breathes as rises to his feet. He continues the trail up my neck,titling my head on a groan as he laps up my throat.He kisses my chin softly.

 ‘ I’m going to fuck you in the shower,love.” he tugs my chin so my head comes back down.He kisses my lips. ‘Deal?’

How much I try he’s always better than me,he always gets what he wants,wins every deals he makes.

‘Deal.’I agree.
                                                                                     (.............to be continued)

Fantasy (Part 1)

(Warning: Graphic sexual contents)


I stand there in front of the large full length mirror with platinum-white expensive frame, gazing shamelessly at the reflection of a naked figure. A feminine structure-- tall and slim, slightly paled-skin, aging in her mid-twenties,her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun. 

She is a thin-lipped girl, her lips seem like pink petals outstanding her warm skin tone,her big elegant hazel eyes with more green in them than brown, stared innocently with long eyelashes giving more artistic look than any other girl.Her skin is soft and creamy, today she looks different. Hands dropped by the side, eyes scanning through the curves of her own, for a moment she thought it maybe a masterpiece of any famous sculptor put up on an exhibition for everyone to admire her fullness and artistry. Her breasts are at their delicacy,round and riped. In spite of her youthful appearance, she doesn't look "girlish"-- she is a full grown woman.

She is the image of my own, but so different from last time, so sensuous, so consuming. The curves of the hips;the long,smooth legs standing so strong and firm at their place, felt perfect in my own eyes. I had never got a chance to look at my body like this before. All these are very new and unusual. Nakedness is nothing to be ashamed of, for the first time I realized it, this body is a gift.

This body is an emblem of purity and nobility, therefore appealing and exquisite. 

Once I eyed myself properly,I see slightly dark patches under my eyes, then few pink-purple bruises here and there adding colors to the pale portrait of mine. Last night was heavenly,though I didn't get much to sleep, in a good sense, possibly in the best way. So it's nothing like I'm complaining or anything. Yes, I do feel a little sore, but definitely not in pain.

Just then, a pair of hands,large masculine, slowly revolved round my waist passing a shiver through my spine.I see the image of a figure towering over me in the mirror, the very familiar person holding me tight against him, pressing my back to his chest.He is atleast a foot taller than me, his body warm and wet from the shower he had just taken few minutes ago.Then, a thought hit my mind maybe he was standing there all along watching me ogling at my naked body.The way I stood, glared, examined myself. I know he loves watching me, and it turns him on. He definitely quite enjoyed the little show, leaving me wondering what would have I done If I were in his place. See him naked,exposed, freshly out of shower, standing  strikingly handsome as usual.  

His bronze hair wet and disheveled making him look sexy as hell and irresistible as well. He pressed into me more, brushing his groin against my back, his breaths heaved,chest falling up and down, powerful arms tightened around my waist, as he bend to whisper in my ear, "You are Beautiful." 

I closed my eyes melting in his hold, tracing my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, only until I tend to bite my lower lip. It is surely quite early in the morning, but neither of us tried to hold the burning desires growing inside us.His hands move against my arms, trying and soothing me.

OH God This man is hard... 

I'm amused to know I've such effects on him.He is turned on by the sight of mine as much as I'm by his.I pressed my thighs together to hold back the arousal tingling between my legs.   

"Open your eyes, Love."
He's not a man of many words.His actions are his words.He is the prefect blend of manhood and divinity. He certainly unleashes my inner goddess to her boldest form.I can testify that with last night's actions and bruises thereafter.

Opening my eyes I stare with a crooked smile on my face, at the same two figures on the mirror fondling in a massive master bathroom with designed marble floors,pebbled-grey wallpaper,fog-free expensive glasses and decorations. He is a God,master of my universe; his deep blue eyes staring at my reflection. My cheeks burning with hot flushes, blushing till the tip of hair. This man is one of a kind.

He slowly grabs my breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly before saying "You have such beautiful breasts,love. I can caress them for hours." My breasts swell with needs, nipples tight and hard. He takes the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers rubbing off slightly as he massages the breasts in circular motions.

"Ah..." I moan probably a little louder letting my head fall back over his chest,aching for him desperately.
"Harsh.."he mouths under his breathe for me to be quiet.Though I know he loves my moans and groans, screams and shouts on top of my voice while he shows me the stars and glimpse of universe.

Will I ever get enough of him? 

My knees go weak,legs shaking, I'm thoroughly drenched, panting for more of his touches,he slides his hand down my stomach,over my pelvis,tracing my hip bones.
"Open for me,Love."

He cups my sex in one hand as I part my legs,fingers moving up and down, while the other grabs my breast tighter. I gasp as he insert a finger inside my folds,"Oh you naughty girl."He chuckles, "You're dripping.So wet.So ready for me already." 

I want to shout Yes! Yes! I'm ready, but only for you but the words seem to lost their way to my mouth. 

His thumb pressing,circling my clit as his index finger enters into me.He adds the middle finger after few strokes, pushing me towards my climax,

Oh God...Yes Yes...AH...
He removes his fingers out just before I was about shatter on his hand. "What are you...."I scream in protest, frustrated with his sudden withdrawal. He turns me around, holding my face in his hands,"You'll get what you deserve when the time comes."he assures " But we'll take it slow...real slow this time." 

Tiptoeing I plant a small kiss on his neck, my palms placed on his chest. He is this gorgeous olive skin tone to match his broad muscular shoulders, well-toned abs,he even has a perfect V-cut..Oh this man does workout regularly possessing this hottest body to die for.His naked body is a perfect art of Man, most delicious as he looks completely edible.He holds my chin up to kiss me softly on my lips.He looks into my eyes for some time before kissing me again,only this time it's full-mouthed one.I couldn't read his expression but I'm sure he wants this as much as I do.His tongue traces my upper lip wanting for me to open up.He takes my lower lip between his,then biting it softly.

"I wanted to bite your lips since the very first day I met you." He calls under his breathe.
I wanted that too.I tried speaking but only to fail again.

Gradually our kisses become intense, deep, more wild, his tongue playing skillfully with mine.It feels so different from last night's,few new doors always open everytime we are together, new feelings flood through, forcing us to try out varieties. I feel his heartbeats under my palm matching my own,like we are the same soul under our flesh and skin.I can smell fresh lime and menthol from his skin which tempted me more to have him.I move my hands round his neck, pulling him closer to consume his mouth,I can taste his toothpaste,so satisfying and refreshing.And as my fingers grip his hair,tucking them a little;his hands drop on my waist, his palms massaging my hips.Our lips nibbling,sucking,petting as he deepens the smooch just before grabbing my ass and carrying me up.My legs hook around his waist,fingertips scratching his scalp, messing with his hair.I taste little saltiness on my lips completely clueless whose blood it could be..His or mine?

Since last few minutes we are behaving like horny teenagers gone rogue,jumping into one another and claiming ourselves like never before. We are lost in the moment...Lost in us. Suddenly the word 'Us' sounds prolific,screaming future.His promise of taking things slow is long passed.I'm profoundly sinking in my own thoughts until a cold surface felt under my back.Just as our kiss breaks,I realize sitting on the luxurious marble vanity top across the bathroom.If only we could function without oxygen,we would have been inseparable at that moment.
He has removed all the items from the top with his hand in one swift motion before letting me go.He leans to touch my forehead with his as we both inhale as much air possible. Our little intense,passionate make-out session was quite a success. As we cool down gradually I hear him say,"What are you doing to me,love?"His voice low and vague as if he doesn't want me to hear it,"Lady, you'll be the death of me."

I plant a kiss on his jaw before looking straight into his eyes,nodding with a devilicious smile letting him know I'm ready...ready for the next round. 



                                                                                                 ( ...............to be continued)