Eye contact

During sex

When I am beneath his weight

Cradling him between my legs

My eyes shimmery

His shining with swimming desires

Eye contact then

We remain in a trance

For the feeling is no less than divine.

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Sometime she used to avoid me

Coz of the conflicts with her boyfriend

She had already gone through a messy divorce

And then got embroiled in an abusive relationship

One after another

She was a shattered spirit

But she channelized her energy in teaching salsa

And that's where I met her

As my trainer

Even if it sounds cliched

But the first time we met

Our eyes whispered an unknown dialect

Partners change during performance

But she ensured she gets to dance only with me

In a wordless binding we danced together

Two broken souls

I was trying to recover from my breakup

And she from her insecure boyfriend

There were days when she kept away from me

Maybe she wanted to heal in solitude

And that used to affect me

Even if I was aware where I stood

I missed her tremendously

For somewhere the fragments of me

Synchronised with the fragments in her

We didn't have any definition to our bonding

Even if we were broken

We nourished each other's existence.

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Entwined legs

On an exploring expedition

His throbbing passion

Grazing her quivering petals

Writhing underneath

Her muffled moans

Sweat sheathed flesh

On a scorching afternoon

The intoxicating aroma of sensual energy

On messy sheets

Quickening heartbeats

Find comfort in each other's embrace

Life ceases

As life is created

Between entwined legs.

©LR

 

Suddenly it started drizzling

Rest of the couples sought shelter

But we kept dancing, oblivious

We spoke the unspoken

Through our eyes

Was it the glimmer in her eyes

Or was it the shower laminating her skin

She presented a picture of beautifully shredded being

We came out of our reverie

When it started raining heavily

She ran and stood near the staircase

Waiting for me

But I didn't

I stood there under nature's fury

Extending my hand

She came back

And we kissed

Like two famished souls

Wishing and desiring to love

And live again

We went back to my room

And sat wordlessly for half an hour

Trying to fathom the turbulent feeling

And that night set the onset of a beginning

I never knew what I was getting into

She was struggling to get out of an abusive relationship

And I had gone through a break up.

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Our eyes were locked 

In the mirror reflection

It was his fire

And my desire

When he slid from behind 

And inserted his power

I gasped at his ferocity

I tried to shift for a better position

But he grabbed my neck

Clutching my tresses

And pounded 

Till the mirror became blur

With our gasping breath 

Till the room resonated

With our animal cries. 

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 Such innocence she displayed

When she posed nude 

For my boudoir photography session

Her eyes were fierce 

Her body, the undeniable evidence of brimming youth

I clicked her relentlessly as she posed unabashedly

I didn't guide her 

I let her be the way she wished

Even if it was my profession 

Capturing the spirit of women

But she excited me

The way her eyes sparkled 

The way her pink nipples peaked from her tiny breasts

The way her musk smelled from her foilage 

Everything about her was like a wild flower

Even if she was almost of my daughter's age

It was difficult to concentrate

I finished our session

Handing over the stipulated amount

As she left 

I had sex with my colleague 

Visualising her...

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She was the universal bhabhi in our colony

When I shifted to that locality

I kept a low profile

Besides I rarely had time

Balancing work and preparing for UPSC

I used to keep away from the trivias of life

It was a national holiday

So I was stuck in my room

Sorting out the mess I used to live in

A gentle tap on the door

I opened to find bhabhi standing with a coy smile

May I come in, she asked huskily

Baffled, I merely nodded

With one sweeping view

She framed the picture of my life

My power fuse conked off, she said

My room is plunged in darkness

With no guys around, I need your help

Of course Bhabhi, I managed to say

Damn, I cursed myself why did I address her bhabhi

We went to her room

Using the ladder

I checked the meter

She was standing beside me

Half of bottomless cleavage was visible

Thoroughly diverted somehow

I managed to revive the power

Thanking me profusely

She invited me to have tea

Inspite of my repeated refusals

She literally dragged me inside

Sitting by the chula

She started weaving her pitiful story

But my eyes

Were glued to her ample derriere

And the yawning cleavage

Which was tormenting me every passing minute

I finished my tea

As I started leaving

She came very close

Her sweaty fragrance was overwhelming

If you need any help

I'm always around, she smiled

Without saying a word, I left

Shutting myself in my room

I fantasized her

And released

Ever since whenever we crossed paths

She winked invitingly

Later, I found many willing scapegoats

Addressing her issues

No wonder she was the bhabhi of the locality.

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 She was my queen

And I love pampering her like one

I usually invite young escorts

To give her a royal treatment

As I sit with a glass of wine

Enjoying the show unraveling before me

Starting from the fragrant body massage

To the intimate bath together 

While he drapes his power on her luxuriant flesh

I relish each and every second of my queen's indulgence 

I may be designated as a vouyeur 

But I loved the sexual ecstasy she achieves 

With a guy in his twenties

The expression she displays

When she's at play

I capture through my eyes lenses

Nothing can be more beautifying and gratifying 

Than seeing my queen being served 

And thus the show goes. 

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If I was his art

He was my artist

If I was his muse

He was my poet

And we compiled many beautiful portraits

Of us

In each other's solace

The difference in age, almost of thirty years

Became irrelevant

When he painted me in his shades

Sometimes by the petrichor window

When the flowers soaked the earth

Sometimes by the lamp shade

When sat on the floor

Playing with my tresses

While drinking nectar

Between my legs

It wasn't love

Nor lust

Just two artistic souls

At play.

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What's on the menu tonight, she asked mischievously

Eat me while I drink you, he replied

And how do you propose to do that, she questioned

69, he replied

Saying so, he poured wine on her legs

As he positiond himself

His phallus in her mouth

And drank the heady cocktail between her legs.

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For a man of his age

He was quite strong

While he was in his seventies

I was in my thirties

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.

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She was my friend's mother

But that didn't deter me

From lusting for her

She exemplified sensuality

Even if she was a village woman

Growing up in a city

I never knew the true essence of village life

That's where I saw her for the first time

When I accompanied my friend to his village

Draped in a loin's cloth

She was without blouse and petticoat

I was astounded to see her in such revealing attire

Later I saw other women in the village were also draped in such fashion

Except for the upper caste Brahmins

Who were allowed to wear blouses

With her see through swinging breasts

And curvy waist

Her dusky beauty was captivating

I had a tough time controlling my emotions

With her maternal love and care

She ensured my stay was comforting

But my mind was raging

Nights were tortuous not because of the feasting mosquitoes

Nor the humidity that hung in the air

But with her thoughts so engulfing

I merely looked at her

While she chatted

Imprinting each of her moves

Whether it was the glimpse of her breasts from side

When she tied her lustrous tresses

Or the the image of her butt

When she cooked by the chula

I tried to register each of her

In my being

On the day of departure

I avoided looking at her

I would have given away my feelings

But when she hugged me bidding goodbye

I felt a gnawing ache seizing me

I decided then I won't see her again

Was it my guilty conscience?

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Don't know who was more embarrassed

Me or her

When I found her nurturing her son

She tried to cover herself with her flimsy saree

But I could see through

The beatific sweeping sight

So pure it was

I stood there, transfixed

Even though every decency of mine was screaming to  leave

I went downstairs to borrow some milk

And found her feeding

I couldn't utter a word

Just stood there shamelessly

She could sense my turmoil

The rage and the urge

Maybe my eyes gave it all

Come she said, much to my astonishment

As I sat beside her

She caught my clammy hands

Opening her blouse

She spilled her other ripe breast

Eat while he drinks, she said

Rest history.

©LR

 She always selected her husband's bed

When she had sex with her paramours

A way of attesting her prowess

Where he failed

In spite of having a tigress in bed

She always selected her husband's bed

It was her way of revenge

Of getting back to him

For diffusing within seconds

The crumpled sweat stained sheets

The struggle for victory 

The musk of carnal glory

Were the remnants for her husband

He snored deafeningly every night

Oblivious to his wife's wanton indulgence.

©LR