It was extremely difficult

To focus on the work at hand

With curves like her's

My hands trembled with fear

Every inch of my body

Was on fire

The beads of perspiration soaked my shirt

It was another day call

For massage therapy

What I didn't expect

It will be her

The woman I had desired

I had been following her for almost a year

On Instagram

Every DM met with a dead end

For she entertained none

That day

I got to touch those meaty curves

Which I fantasized to make love

Oh thou woman

You are driving me insane

I chanted on my mind

As I swept the oil through her curves

A sigh escaped from her luscious lips

When I exerted pressure

But then she started moaning

Unable to control anymore

I stated "ma'am I am done with you

If you moan like this

I will roll you over

And mount you

And delve into your river "

What happened next

Guess...

©LR

 

She wasn't aware

What I had been doing

Sitting behind her

As the literary event unfolded on the stage

She was oblivious

To my arousal

It was not her

But her cascading tresses

Which fell near my knees

Surreptitiously, I took her tresses

And inhaled their fragrance

Every pore of mine glistened with gems

Gingerly I caught her hair

And feathered them on my bulge

The waves of pleasure

That swept across my flesh

Was no less than the act of consummation

I released

And released her tresses

As the event was about to end.

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 For a man of his age

He was quite strong

While he was in his seventies 

I was just thirty

He had been pursuing me

Ever since he read my erotic poetry

I kept him at bay

Since I was expecting

Besides he was almost of my father's age

He used to call me to his chamber

He was my VC

On pretext of some work or the other

Much to my annoyance

For my morning sickness was literally draining

I will wait, he said

As months passed

Eventually I delivered

And motherhood became engaging

That day

When he decided to pay a visit to our abode

I wasn't expecting anything

We chatted over a cup of coffee

As I went to turn on the AC

I turned to find him behind me

He dragged me closer

And kissed fiercely

I tried to escape from his clutches

But there was no escape

He was quite strong 

For a man of his age

Unhooking my bra

He pounced on my milky breasts

That feeling of someone suckling you

Other than your baby

I was breathless 

Eventually I surrendered

Not to him

But to myself.

©LR

 

The fragrance of her sweat

Was still etched on her bra

So arousing it was

I inhaled it

A bulge formed

Rubbing it on my pants

I imagined her breasts

Caressing my adolescence

As I heard my relatives return

I quickly kept her lingerie

And feigned sleeping

I did that that twice

Whenever they went for outing

Maybe she sensed that I have been fiddling

She questioned me if I was messing

Feigning ignorance, I denied

I didn't feel guilty

Even if she was my cousin

The 13 year old teenager instinct in me

Was beckoning.

©LR

 

She was so close

I could literally smell her fragrance

Distracting me from my course of hospitality

She was my boss wife

Sensuous and regal

She carried an aura of rawness

The diaphanous layer of her saree

Ignited my senses

As we were introduced by my boss

The attraction was instant

Eyes flirted more than words could be said

I offered her a glass of champagne

We raised a toast

Amongst the clinking of glasses

The chorus of cheers

None noticed when she deliberately spilled it on my trousers

Come, she grabbed my hand

And ushered me towards the washroom

Inside the cubicle, I perched her on the washbasin

As she sat precariously holding on to my shoulders

I lifted her saree and penetrated

No foreplay

No moaning or groaning

Just our eyes made sex.

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 When her eyes met mine

Only she was on my mind

It was difficult to concentrate

As she haunted my bachelor's nights

Her guiless eyes

Her budding breasts

The glimpse of her pantie

When she played with her friends

Even if she was my niece

I was blinded by lust

Dada, she used to address me

Please get me sweets

Come play with me, her playful innocence

Only tested my throbbing patience

It was one of those humid noons 

She walked into my room

Dada let's play, she squeaked

And sat on your floor cross legged

The sight of her peeping pantie

Set my blood into rage

Without thinking, I went and closed the door

Come sit on my lap, I said

As she sat on my lap

The aroma of her sweat

Her twinkling nipples 

Were too much to endure 

I slowly started caressing her thighs

She became quiet 

Gradually I put my hands inside her

Flowering her little petals

Frozen she looked at me

I assured her with soothing words

Then I started fingering her

She was in a daze

Her breathing laborious

All the while, I masturbated

When I was done

I told her let's keep it our secret

I will bestow her with abundant gifts

She nodded and left

And that's how I started

My sinful indulgence with my niece 

And continued till date

Even though she's now married.

©LR

  Damn,  why would she feed the baby in my house, I thought to myself

Does she even realise, how unsettling it is

Even though I was aware of the natal act

She was barely 18

Yet a mother of two months baby

With none for support

She used to bring her baby

As she used to do the household chores

I couldn't concentrate on my studies

No matter how much I remained evasive

The sight of her breastfeeding

Disturbed my semblance

One day, she caught me ogling 

As she was feeding

Covering herself, she looked away

Embarrassed, I came back to my room

While sweeping the floor, she asked coyly

Babu, do you want to taste my nectar

Startled, I looked at her

She came near my table

Unbuttoning her blouse, she pointed her charcoal nipples

The invitation was too much of a lure

Cradling her on my lap

I devoured her milk

Her ecstasy and my desire

The combination was deadly

And that was the genesis

Of our promiscuous odyssey

While her baby gurgled or slept somewhere.

©LR