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…

On an Afternooon of Spurious Pleasure

Well here I am again. It’s post lunch time and I have not much of a worry to bother about. The To-do list seems manageable and I doubt the boss will explode if I do not finish a thing or two.

I spent a whole afternoon yesterday watching porn. Well, it was porn of both types: gay and straight. On a lazy afternoon at home, I somehow always find myself ending up on xtube.com or gaytube.com or redtube.com or more recently, xvideos.com.

It’s rather easy to access such spurious pleasure online and all it takes is a click of a button and a hungry lusty appetite.

So, I landed up on xvideos.com this past Sunday. And oh! What a treat that Web site is. Erik Everhard performs with all his lust and sexuality in as many as seven or more videos uploaded in the straight section. And then there’s Pavel Novotny, Josh Weston, and several sexy hunks doing each other in the gay section.

Well, till the time I watched them fondle each other and feel every inch of naked skin, I was aroused. Yes, quite frankly, as the naked men and women felt each other and groped and licked and had sex, I was thrilled with my orgasm.

But once I was done, this familiar urge hit me to close the Web site at once. And so I did! It really seems stupid of me to behave so. After all, I was watching them gratifying each other and satisfying my voyeuristic behaviour as well. And it seemed quite selfish that I stopped their performances once I had climaxed and cleaned it all from my thighs and crotch.

Why? Why is it that I cut ties with lust and sexual acts so swiftly as if it were a crime to be associated with them? Probably – and this is what I think maybe the reason – it’s because ever since the time I can remember, sex has never been packed with approval into any of my conversations. It’s always this topic that has to be leered at and referred to indirectly.

Perhaps that may have built an impression of it being not right to be indulged in often. Yes, I know too much sex is not quite a recommendation for one’s well being, but you must know I hardly even have sex. So, I at least should allow myself to allow my eyes to accept the act and take it in and relish it.

Shunning it as if it were a barbarian about to ravage the land is not something I should be encouraging. Don’t you think so?

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.