A woman without a bra 

It's a completely different thing

The tease in that is immense

The carefree breasts

Bursting inside the blouse helms

Swinging with the body movements 

A sight I relished everyday 

When डीडी, our maid provided juvenile entertainment

I was aware of पापा eyes feasting on her assets 

But that day, I accidentally caught them red handed

पापा hands were inside her blouse 

Twerking and squeezing her nectar 

She said जल्दी करो साहेब, माम आ जाएगी

But it wasn't until मामा came out of the shower 

He finally let go of her

Watching the amorous dalliance between my father and the maid

Made me restless

I craved for my share as well 

That sultry noon when I grabbed her magnificent breasts

When no one was around 

Startled, she literally screamed क्या कर रहे हो बाबू 

अब हमारी बारी दीदी

पापा को टोह मजे देते हो

हमें भी लेना है, I smirked 

She had to yield...

And from that day onwards I enjoyed her as well

With whom she had the maximum fun

Obviously the youthfully loaded.

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 His voice filled me with fear 

And wanting

I was literally trembling

When he whispered 'be mine '

The sanctity of professor-student was about to breached 

But my mind was disoriented 

My flesh craved for his rawness

So when he commanded to crawl on my knees to reach him

I obeyed 

As he tilted my chin to kiss me

His masculine fragrance was dopey 

He simply didn't kiss me

He sucked the breath out of me

While making me alive 

What transpired I can't recollect 

But all that I remember was being used

The way I had craved! 

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 She was an artist 

In her thoughts

And spirits 

The subtle sensual tease of her flesh

The fragrance of romance in her hair

The beauty in those poignant eyes

Everything about her was aesthetically fetching 

So when I tried to capture her in my lens

My eyes became clouded with desires intense

The curve of death 

The peekaboo of her sumptuous thighs 

The plunging cleavage of love and life

Everything...

Everything about her was slow and painful death. 

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 As I held her in my arms

She was still warm

Her body misty

And her tresses, messy

We were just through with our passionate session 

In the dingy storeroom redolent of medicines

That was our safe passage 

From the clutter of hospital ambience

 

She was my patient

A regular gynaecologist check up with her husband 

Drifted into a passionate flair 

One look at her husband was enough to deduce

Who was dysfunctional in bed

The doctor/patient consultation soon fructified 

In my chambers or sometimes in the storeroom

She was a tigress 

Even my youthful virility couldn't match her prowess

That sultry noon when she slept in my arms

She was unusually hot

Somehow I could detect another beat

I flustered...

Wondering if I am wrong 

But I felt it again

So when I checked her once we were proper 

She was indeed pregnant 

And no rewards for guessing 

Who was the father!

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 The fact that she was my student

Half my age

Couldn't diminish my raging desires for her

I evaded her as much as I could 

But she engaged with me with her queries 

I couldn't look eye to eye 

What if my eyes give away my lust

But that evening the universe conspired

It was only me and her

As I tried to solve her mathematical errors

I felt she feigned, deliberately created mistakes

That was the first time I looked into her eyes

She knew...

Eyes locked, as a rising thirst bulged in my pants

She crouched in front of me

Wordlessly, she freed my discomfort 

Taking me in her tender universe

My mouth became dry

As I filled her...

She was literally gurgling with my semen

I brought her closer 

And licked the rest of my embers. 

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Women love foreplay

But we had none

The lingering eye contact in the hotel lounge

Had an electrifying effect

She was probably with her husband 

And I with my friends

While casually checking out women 

She caught my attention

Was she beautiful

No she was poetry in motion

The diaphanous layer seemingly covering her curves 

In an ambience dominated by western attires

The prominence of सिंदर 

With सखा and पाला 

Eastern shores aura she exhibited

Bong or Odia for sure

When she found me staring at her

Her eyes acknowledged my flirtatious caress 

As she excused herself for the restroom 

I impulsively followed her

When I pulled her hands

She didn't resist 

Cradling her in my arms

I took her to my room 

Laying her on the bed

I looked at her 

She was a beautific sight 

Tresses scattered like a halo effect

Cleavage half exposed 

And with her navel twinkling

I grabbed my camera 

And kept clicking her endlessly

She posed seamlessly 

Not a word exchanged

We didn't even touch each other

But the intimacy of the eye contact was overwhelming 

She left

And I sat down lost and stunned 

Trying to comprehend 

If it was real.

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 The urge to flirt with you

To consume you

To taste your essence

To feel your aura 

So overwhelming it is

But I restrict 

Considering the geographical distance

The friend zoned space between us

Every time I take someone to bed

Visualising you, it can't satiate the raging desire I have for you

It's not that they are youthfully beautiful

But you, my lady

You are mystically ladened 

A raw feminine energy

Mingled with your erotic thoughts

Is a heady mixture

The woman I idolize

Constrained with my admiration

And lust for you

I can only cherish you

As a friend at the most. 

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 The view of you
Caressing your petals
With the toy
In front of the mirror
As I watch your reflection

Eyes dazed 
Parted lips
Laboured breath 
Nipples erect 

While your petals bloom 
And nectar cascade betwixt your legs
Divine! 
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 My body naked
Yet covered with your hair

My breath laboured 
Yet you plunge your tongue deeper 

I want to rest

But you caress my flaccid member 
Raging

Insatiable 
Thou woman!

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 The warmth of your breasts
During the chilly nights
Holding them while I sleep
Twerking your nipples
As I chew your neck 
You toss in agonizing ache
You body surrenders 
To my rawness

I feel the volcanic heat between your legs 
But I prefer the earthy warmth of your breasts. 
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