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.
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 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.

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 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.
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 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. 

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 She gasped 

And choked on me

I wanted to stop 

But I couldn't 

For I was on the verge of exploding 

To fill her mouth with my seeds 

To make her cherish my masculine strength

Before I resumed my classes

I could hear the students streaming outside

While I taught her in my chamber.

©LR

 Arguing with her was useless

For no one can win over a woman's tongue 

Unless you pin her down

Stifle her mouth

And use your tongue 

Between her legs

Game over! 

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 When I slid my hands

Between her legs

Edging closer to her forests 

It was a thrill of conquest 

As her inebriated husband sat in front of us 

My fingers found it's purpose

Flabbergasted, she tried to pull away

But I was persistent

Delving and digging 

Till I achieved success 

With her orgasmic juices 

The thrill of tease in public places

Has a different kick!

©LR

 After the storm is over

And we collect our clothes to get ready

My eyes still linger on your bosom

So enticing are they

I want to feast on them

Even if I had suckled them to my heart's content 

You find me lusting again 

Pulling me closer 

You smudge me between your breasts 

And sit cross legged

Thrusting your pendulous assets on my face

Another storm commences...

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 With kisses on my neck

And his fingers swimming in my juices 

I was oscillating between heaven and earth 

I tried to push him away

But there was no escape from his clutches 

We were strangers at a common party

Checking each other out and the flirtatious looks 

I assumed it will end there

But he followed me to the rest room

Locking the door

He smothered me with kisses 

Every pore of mine became desperate to be penetrated 

But he didn't

He placed me on the counter top

And buried himself between my legs. 

©LR