My fingers are not enough

To douse the fire you ignited 

I want yours

Between my legs

To plunge into my depths 

To swim in the tides 

To wash my ashore 

Emptied 

Yet wanting for more.

© LR 

 I dreamt of you last night

Plopped on your legs

Caressing my fingers through your salt and pepper hair

Wafting my tongue in your saliva 

I felt your masculine pride grow

As I stained my dress with happy juices

I wanted him to dip in my oceanic depths 

But your wife was lurking somewhere

So I marked you on your neck

While you signatured my breasts

Some other day

Some other place

Free from our respective spouses.

©LR

  I watched her face in the mirror 

As I fingered her
It was pale

The waves of emotions she underwent 
As I planted kisses on her neck
While clutching her tresses
It was chaotic yet calm

She didn't moan 
But her eyes were cast away 
Her breathing laboured
I kept looking at her 
As she spilled her juices

I smeared it on her face 
So that she tasted 
My success.
©LR

 Never knew a woman can mesmerize a man like she did
My ways with girls were carefree and easy 
But with her it was divinity

She was a piece of art
And an artist in bed as well
So tender was her flesh
Even if she had seasoned with age
Look into my eyes boy, she whispered 
When you penetrate my universe
I know you will get lost in my expanse
Be slow, lemme tame you between my legs

 
I simply did as she commanded 
I wanted to be rough to prove myself 
But she slowed me with her legs
Cushioning my face between her breasts
She gyrated herself
Beneath me
I was utterly lost in her spell 
It wasn't the sound of my thumps 
Rather it was the rhythm of her ummmm...
Which resonated

It wasn't sex
It was surreal 
The melody of youth and seasoned grace 
She was The Woman.
©LR

 The sight of my sperm sliding down her spine 

Inside her saree

Was a photographic illustration 

A mere boudoir shoot 

With a stipulated contract of not breaching the territory

Couldn't stop the inevitable 

She was one of the most sought after women on Instagram 

Many photographers with monetary lure desired to shoot her 

But she chose me

That sultry noon

When she bared her back for the shoot 

The sight of her sculpted structure

Her isla negra 

How could a man remain flaccid 

When exposed to such rare art

Her arched brows like the bow of Kamadev 

Her eyes of oceanic depths 

And those cascading tresses reaching her ankles 

Her body was poetry 

As I grew in my shorts 

The camera slipping in my sweaty palms

I couldn't help but masturbate

Painting her back with my ink

And that was art redefined!

©LR

 He: From the time I met her
I knew I would take her to bed 
The disparity in our age
She being my distant daughter in law
Everything else seemed irrelevant

She: From the time our eyes met
A shiver run down my spine
His calm demeanor yet those piercing eyes
And his conspicuous aura
When I bent down to seek his blessings
He avoided 
But the undercurrents between us palpable 
We didn't interact much but in those silent moments
A fire simmered 

He: Sultry she was
With a well endowed structure 
Even her modest layers couldn't hide 
A mystery to unravel, preoccupied my mind
It was only us that day
When everyone went for a family function 
As she entered my room to serve water
I gripped her hand
There wasn't fear or resistance on her face
But surrender 

She: He brought me closer to his face
And looked into my eyes 
Undraping my saree slowly 
He laid me on the bed
Lifting my petticoat 
He spread my legs
I shame spread on my flesh
As I lay utterly exposed
He gazed at my vulnerability 
It seemed like an eternity

He: I didn't penetrate
I simply inhaled her rawness 
I kept kept hissing in her forest 
Till she cascaded her musky juices.
©LR

 She was always a giver 

I had been observing her compassionate nature for two years

Besides looking after my well being 

And sharing food she was a hassle free landlady 

 

But her nurturing nature couldn't diminsh my attraction for her

She filled every frame I had desired in a woman

Girls were never my cup of tea

She never interacted except when needed

With my rural background, I couldn't muster enough courage to approach her 

But things happened between us

When and how 

We just went with the flow 

It seemed surreal 

Undressing each other

Kissing passionately 

My hands caressing her curvaceous structure 

Her nails scratching my flesh

I laid her on the bed

Lifting her legs on my shoulders 

I kissed her wild flower

I didn't hear her moan

When I lifted my head between her legs

I saw tears streaming 

I realised she never had that pleasure 

I continued 

But she pushed me back

And climbed

She was a sight

The way she gave everything left in her

I was stupified 

She was a giver.

©LR

 Watching his eyes expectant
And desperate
To be fed and nurtured 
As I undrape my saree
Peeling off my sweaty milk stained blouse

I could never grasp this kink of my boyfriend
But it was a blissful feeling to be with him 
Feeding him my extra essence 
Away from my husband 
And baby for a while.
©LR

 Your juices flow copiously with my tantalizing words

I wonder how will your flower respond 

If I tease her with the tip of my phallus

I won't penetrate you

I would be there at your entrance

Stalking 

Making you beg to seed your flower

As our eyes seals our fire.

©LR

It was a cultural shock to see a few women without blouses in village 

Only the women from the upper caste 

Had the privilege to cover their modesty

 

As I tried to settle down for my PhD research work

दीदी was alloted to assist me in managing life till my stay 

Her white flimsy layer without blouse and petticoat 

Highlighted the fact that she was a child widow

She must be around 18

Could never have a proper conversation with her

Considering the language barrier

She a Bong 

And I Odia 

Still with the similarities in the dialect

I managed to channelise my requirements

Her virgin breasts

Her silhouette against her diaphanous fabric

Tormented and distracted my frame

Her coy smile and जी बाबू  reverence

Escalated my misery

The day I grabbed hold of her

As she was drying the clothes in the backyard

She didn't protest 

She simply surrendered, closed eyes

Lifting her nubile body

I placed her on my lap

Kissing her fervently as my lips reached her tender breasts

She looked at me

The purity in her eyes made me realise

I was her first

As my fingers strayed towards her foliage 

She gasped 

Gently, I put her on the grass 

As the breeze sang

And the sun sprinkled warmth 

I removed my dhoti 

And guided my phallus to her virgin earth

I didn't have sex with her that day

I made love. 

©LR