Obviously you are different
How many upper middle class women in their forties weave erotica
Leaving the comfort zone of affluence

Portraying herself sensually 
Yet with aesthetic undertones 
Creating her own identity somewhere 
In the ocean of excess vulgarity

You might not be the only one weaving erotica 
But you definitely are a rarity

A confluence of sensual intelligence 
My Lady.
©LR

 It wasn't my kind of sex
Raw and savage 
It was just sex

For her, it was getting over her breakup 
Someone to comfort her disturbed semblance 
And I happened to be there
As a pillar of support
When she was completely alienated by family and friends

 
She was a mere acquaintance at the bank 
Someone I knew over the years
I learned about her broken engagement
And the anguish of ignominy she faced

I intervened, setting things into order
Bashing up the ex fiancee 
And patching up the distance between her and her parents

We met 
And had sex
Not as a gesture of goodwill 
For my magnanimous presence 
But she found comfort 
As she lay on my chest for three nights
Dissolving herself in me

Situationship, that's what called nowadays. 
©LR

 I buried my face in her freshly showered ass
Her agonizing moans were testimony to the fact that she hadn't been explored there 
As I licked her rear crack
While sliding my finger in her triangle
She shuddered 

Not so soon my Lady, I remarked 
As I took a puff from the cigarette
You will release when I command
She merely nodded her head
While clutching the sheets 

Now, I commanded as I buried my head
Between her legs
She obeyed 
Rewarding me bounteously.
©LR

 Lust is more powerful than reason 

So when our eyes conspired 

There was no second thoughts 

About time, place and action

I came across her in the nursery

While she was in a saree accentuating her curves

I was in my casuals 

I walked past her but kept checking her out

As we stood beside each other for the billing

The undercurrents were overwhelming

I was through first

But I waited for her in my car

Government vehicle it was

So a bureaucrat's wife, I deduced

She didn't board the vehicle 

She simply sauntered inside my car

Even if I was unsettled, I drove the car to a deserted stretch 

As she bent over to kiss me

I dragged her and made her sit on top

Even if it was crammed, she lifted her saree

And glided on my thighs

I responded with equal fervor 

And within seconds, I was holding her waist

Dipping in her universe 

As she thrust her breasts on my face 

Even if it was a quickie 

It was sheer euphoria 

Considering she was older

A spine chilling adventure during peak hours 

And that too a bureaucrat's wife.

©LR

 Her eyes

It was always her serpent eyes

Which mesmerized my senses 

The desire to look into her eyes

While I make love to her

Was overwhelming at times

That noon we carried our desires to bed 

Will remain imprinted

It wasn't how raw her flesh

It wasn't the prowess she radiated

It was the fierceness in those eyes

The aura of a goddess

So captivating it was

Unable to look into her depths 

As she seized my phallus 

While galloping away into the infinity 

I stuffed my face with the cushion

What if I fall in love

With those eyes. 

©LR

 Sometimes a regular call might disrupt your frame

And sometimes a wrong number can set the stage 

And that's precisely how we met 

From intermittent chatting 

To dating 

Somewhere we both knew 

Where it was heading

The day we met

As we were through with the ritual 

The silence in the car was deafening

With no words of flirting or foreplay 

I kissed her

She responded by grabbing my neck

And her fingers coursing my hair

The hum of the AC couldn't cool the fire we had ignited

Pulling her legs on my lap

Stripping her soiled pantie 

I chewed her thighs 

In between abusing profanities

And pleading to penetrate 

She clutched my neck

I simply spread her legs

And drained off her juices.

©LR

You are not ordinary

Even if you were average

I would have been attracted to you still

Coz it's your mind

That has more layered

The depth of emotions you capture

Ignites my mind

It’s a different thing that your physical form is equally beautiful in every way

Your oval face

Almond eyes

Voluptuous feminine grace

And those never ending tresses 

You are a sumptuous palate

 

Every time I finish with a girl

I think all this anticipation was for this empty pleasure

With you it’s never like that

Your expansive mind

Gravitational breasts

With the peekaboo of your eye

Hypnotizes me like none other 

My lady.

©LR

 I pretended I didn't see her 

But I became agitated 

When I saw her in the crack of the door 

Getting ready for the function at home

She was my मौसी 

She had come over after many years

To say she was hot would be an understatement

Her voluptuous structure with her cascading tresses

And the swell of her bosom 

We cousins literally feasted over her sumptuous details

And then I saw her in her bra

With the saree flowing carelessly over her

The crevice of her spine was an art in itself

My hands trembled as a chill spread on my flesh 

Before she could catch me red handed

I left

I couldn't focus on the event 

My eyes followed her everywhere

And then I sneaked into her room

Her lingerie was lying on the bed

Inhaling her sweaty fragrance 

I masturbated.

©LR

 To flirt you in the office

A glimpse of my lingerie is enough

Knowing well you must be bulging beneath your chair

Raging and desperate 

To take me there

Scattering the stationery from the table

Placing me on the table

And thumping your anger 

As the choas in the office diminishes our moans

But I won't give you that privilege 

I will merely tease your senses.

©LR

 It's been eons 

I have been kissed

So when we meet

I want you to go down between my legs

And ruin me with your passionate kiss

It should be a kiss of promise

To be with me

Revering my essence

Exploring my universe 

Merging your masculine pride 

Only with your lips

Till both of us become silent.

©LR