The Haul – Part II

We were in the bedroom – naked. I had my palm near her bum. My legs entwined around hers, trapping her spasms as I gently but surely pushed my fingers into her vagina and stimulated her.

She gasped, I caught her mouth with my lips and so, felt the gasp in my mouth. Oh she was a naked sexy erotic babe that night – yearning for more of me, curling her fingers in rapture as I entered her and feasted on her breasts…

We made love like this for an hour. I did not want to let go of her body even when I tired of the act. She is dumb, true, but she is one hell of an erotic being a man can hardly resist…

Time sped by and so did the night. The stars warmed up into position and the night insisted on becoming blacker by the moment.

Jane was spent. I could see that. She slept with her mouth hung open, legs apart, and love bites all over.

I was spent too. So, I bit into her nipple – her right nipple – wedged my fingers into her bum, and fell asleep.

I’d have to deal with the emotional baggage later. But at that moment, the sex was all that mattered. And it mattered enough for me to overlook the fact that this siren of a ‘haul’ knew not what to talk at any given point in time…

The Haul

“So tonight then?”
“Alright. Your place or mine?”
“Mine of course. I have the satin you want.”

And so at 9:00, Jane walked into my hall. I wanted to switch the lights off and paw her breasts the moment I seen here there in that negligee of an evening wear, but I staved off that urge.

Instead, I smiled, took her in my arms, and said: “I am glad you made it.”

“Of course, darling,” she cooed in my ears as my lips ran down her neck, “I wanted to see the satin!”

There are women who are silly and there are women who are – to put it bluntly – dumb. Jane imbibes both those qualities and makes it a point to show a third: of saying the wrong thing almost any time.

There I was, pressed close to her warm and luscious curves, wanting to get the feel of her skin and make love to her. And all she remembered was the satin!

Well, she is a blonde anyway. And blondes – by popular opinion – make great bedfelines. I hadn’t come across anyone who spoke of their intellect. Oh some did – they told me that that species had none.

So, I sighed, shut my mouth, and began to undress her.

She has a body that’s supple. Squeeze her arm and it feels like a soft ball of warmth wanting to lay itself on you. Her navel makes me a desperado. I had seen it once when her shirt had flown with the wind that rushed past the taxi-stand a week ago. It was deep, shapely, and breathed a seduction of its own as her naked stomach matched its moves.

Here it was – that navel, that sensual piece of her body that invited my lust inside it. It was for my eyes that day and I let my finger rest in it. She jerked back, and caught my neck in her throbbing palms. I let my drool flow down onto her lips and then sucked it from there. And as I did so, I ripped her gown off and ate her lips…

To be continued…

On Men…

I don’t know what is it with homosexual men. There’s always a propensity in them to like an extremely handsome yet dumb bloke – all because he is an extremely handsome dumb bloke.

Of course, the liking is stymied to their having sex with them. And once that’s done with, out flies every liking for the bloke. I have seen this happening often. In fact, it’s happened so regularly, I am rather wary when men approach me. Not to say I am handsome, but I do pretend to be dumb and I am not half as bad in the looks department.

A friend of mine did mention the same thing to me the other day. “You know,” he said, “it is so heartbreaking to know that all I am good at is the sex. They never seem to want to know me beyond the bed.”

I find it difficult to decide on whom to date for this reason. I need to be called after the sex and I want to be treated well. I think it’s hardly anything to expect when I am reciprocating the man’s urge in bed.

But well, expecting a need to be fulfilled and fulfilling it in reality are two very very different events. And I doubt they ever show a tendency of meeting at the same table!

A Date after An Era

The guy was goodlooking – almost like an Israeli: dangerous and yet inviting. And so I invited myself to an opportunity that let me ask him out. And he said yes.

We met at Bandra station and then got into a rickshaw that galloped off to Carter Road. Oh it was a date for sure. He went home to change and douse a bottle of perfume before he walked back again to Bandra station. And since, I don’t mind smelling some nice cologne, I pretended to be indifferent, but secretly loved the fragrance that pervaded the rickshaw.

After the rickshaw stopped at Carter Road, we got out and walked. The Israeli – I will call him that for want of another description –  is nice to talk to but is very very sensitive to criticism. Well, he isn’t sensitive to all the criticism you throw his way. He just detests being corrected grammatically.

I noticed that trait the moment I met him and made a conscious effort to keep my mouth shut lest I correct him. After all, he wasn’t offending me and I somehow felt nice in his company.

He is very proud of the fact that he is an editor at the age of 22. The pride swells into the shape of a monster, actually. He began to tell me how much he loves his job, how you need to have several years of experience to be a sub-editor in a newspaper, and how he had landed himself with such a job at an age as tender as 22.

Usually, I when someone goes on like this, I do give them a peace of my mind. But yesterday, I really did not want to argue. Nor did I want to contest the veracity of his statement. I just nodded, smiled, and was my agreeable self. You see I had begun to like him already.

We talked a little more. And then we sat in a cafe and drank some coffee. We got along well. I have a strange feeling I might sleep with him. I don’t know why. You see while we sat at the cafe, I was inexplicably drawn to him and I felt like taking his face in my palms and kissing his lips.

It’s just that I am a stickler for proper behaviour and so refrained from doing anything that stupid. But were I drunk, I would have and that would have been quite a sight.

Anyway, moving on, as I said, I was attracted to him. Perhaps it was the accent that did the trick. It’s exotic and rather East European-esque. And since I am crazy after such accents, I have fallen (slightly) for the boy’s charms.

Half an hour later, as I finished sipping my coffee and we began to walk to the rickshaw stand, I realized I was really pleased that I had asked him out. I was smiling, he was smiling, we were talking and listening to each other, and the manner in which we went about this was akin to a symphony well played by a Philharmonic Orchestra.

So as the piece came to a close, I played the final movement: “Oh it has been great meeting you. Are you coming this Sunday for the meet?” I asked.

“I don’t know I am not quite sure.”

“Well, do come; that way I get to see you again.”

“Oh all right! I’ll try to. See you soon.”

“You too.”

And we smiled at each other, held hands a little, and then parted.

The One Least Likely By My Side

I went on a date to Mulund yesterday. The guy I was to meet had arranged for tickets for the 11:15 show of Kaminey – a new Hindi movie that stars a spanking new version of Shahid Kapoor and a surprisingly likeable version of Priyanka Chopra.

We were to meet at Nirmal Lifestyle – the mall that houses the PVR cinema where the movie was playing.

I walked into the mall rather early. So, I had all the time to look around and criticize it.  Not that I had decided to criticize it – I just have a habit of making keen observations.

So, as I stepped onto the footpath that led to the mall, I noticed a rather terrible stench that assailed my nose. Apparently, the footpath had quite cleverly concealed a massive gutter flowing underneath. I think Inorbit at Malad must take a cue from this mall. That mall too allows a gutter to flow by its side but pretends to not know of its existence. As a result, everyone who walks into that mall holds their nose and it looks as if they are willingly walking into a garbage bin to buy stuff!

Nirmal Lifestyle has a slew of outlets sleekly slotted into areas around the main court. It’s a humongous structure for sure – a huge dome encloses all that is part of it, but the structure lacks grace and is anything but subtle in its decor.

The roof looks too stale – with all those grey pipes and dull-coloured glasstops. And the court is no less boring either: It is a mix of boring cream tile and dull blue borders that criss-cross to form pentagons and triangles. I am sure they bothered about nothing else other than the completion of the mall when they were working on the floor and the roof.

What they did pay attention to is the seating arrangement. Pretty stainless steel benches dot the whole premise and it’s a treat to sit on them for they’re comfortable.

As I was about to make a few observations about the shops that lined the floor on which the PVR cinema was, my date appeared.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a chequered shirt, he was all set to please me. He smelt good as well. I smiled, he smiled, and we headed into the movie hall.

Well, I maintain to this day that I did pay attention to the film. But I cannot say the same about my date. His hands were all over me and mine were encouraging him to get adventurous as well. In the end, we had felt and figured out each other’s genitals down to the minutest detail.

By that time, the movie had come to an end and we walked off to grab some lunch. We did talk about this and that – mundane topics you know that you drag into conversation to avoid discussing sex. I am appalled at myself as I look back on what we talked about at the lunch table. It was so useless – all that talk. I hardly even remember we analyzed anything of importance – just because we both did not want to talk about sex. For we both knew that once we did, we would end up making plans to have sex as well.

The guy did not want that for he wanted to have sex only with someone he would be in a relationship with. And yet, he thought nothing of groping me so brazenly in the darkness of the auditorium! As if that is not enough, he orders me later to grow my locks of hair all over again. Now I am not doing that. As it is, maintaining a mane is such a task. And growing it back is even worse a chore than taking care of it.

Needless to say, I haven’t called him back. Nor do I plan to. I am sure the hint has hit his head and made its presence felt. And I am not about to bandage his head at all!

Sensual Evenings…

We walked into a lane and I felt his hand graze my thigh. So I let my stride slacken so that his hand felt me the way it wanted to. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both smiled.

We did talk about stuff. He told me about his past relationships and one particularly messy thing with a straight guy. That particular thing really did not go well, or so I gathered from what I did hear.

Anyway, as we were talking, it began to rain. So I opened my umbrella and we hurried to a rather dark shelter closeby.

I let his hand take mine. I wanted him to take it. He took it and placed it on his member and made me feel it completely. It was bliss. I returned the favour and goaded him to put his palm into my trousers and feel me up down there. He did that and then let his palm climb up and fondle my nipples.

Oh boy! It was heavenly. I would have kissed him there and then had he not to tell me he is a little conscious of such kisses. Of course, I could see he wanted it from me as much I wanted it from him. It was so intense – the feeling between us – that I knew we had to exercise some control or we would be making out right there itself.

Presently, the rains stopped and let a few drops wet us. We smiled at each other, put our palms close to each other, and walked to the station…

The Date

I met a guy yesterday. We had been corresponding via messages for a while and had also been chatting in the most weird manner: He would leave a message for me in the morning and I would reply in the evening!

Anyway, we spoke on the phone too. And well, I decided to meet him.

We met at the station. And from there, we went to a nearby coffee shop and spent some time sitting and talking.

The guy’s cute – almost from another world. He believes in ‘happily ever after’ – something I so want at this point in time. He also looks good and has amazing fingers.

Well, we ordered a cappuchino for myself and an ice-cream and chocolate number for him. We sat there and chatted and chatted till it was time to go.

However, he had captivated my attention by then and though I was getting late to go home, I wanted to spend some more time with him. And I told him so. He gave me one of those eager looks and agreed.

We walked into a bylane that left the main road and he put his hand in mine. It felt so nice. I said so too and he said it felt nice as well. I smiled and we went on talking.

I spoke of my sexual escapades and at times, while I spoke of it all, his touch weakened but intensified later.

Yes, he is sexy. He has amazing lips. He is very frank too – He told me he finished his schooling from a vernacular medium and did have to struggle with English. How many tell you that upfront?

I was carried away by his nature, really. I let him touch me, I even let him grope me and it felt so nice.

Infact, I encouraged him to feel me up and fondle my nipples as well. I was that taken up by the guy. He seemed to like this attention I gave him, but yes, he was apprehensive of the fact that it was a bit too early to go this far.

I smiled and told him that I understood and that it’s just that I have never met anyone who thinks this way for a long time and I like what he thinks and I like what he does to me when he touches me.

Well, he smiled and seemed to like it all. We were inseparable during the time we spent together. He did not want to leave me even when I was bidding him goodbye at the station.

Needless to say, we are to meet again. And gallivant around a place known as Cyprus Hills.

Well, I’d like it if he gallivants all over me as well.