Why do you look at me, the way you do, she questioned him
They weren his chamber 
Everytime we meet for work
The way your eyes skim my flesh
I feel aroused, she continued 

I love the aura you radiate, he replied
It's difficult to escape from your enigmatic clutches 
Even though you don't make any efforts 
Even if I love my wife 

You have cast a spell over me

I fantasize about you 
When I read your erotic poems
You are an epitome of beauty with brains 
I feel helpless 
And let my eyes penetrate, he concluded 

She pulled him closer by his collar
Putting her tongue in his mouth 
She infused him with her rawness 
Ferocious, exploring
And biting till she tasted his blood 

And left
He stood still
Trying to collect himself
He couldn't ever
For she marked him 
With the kiss of death! 
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 The moles on your hips

That's what I wish to count

I only have a glimpse of it

When you turn to write mathematical algorithms on the board 

My eyes lingers not just on your curvaceous elegance 

But traces the moles sprinkled here and there

So addictive are they

Not the subject you teach

Sometimes when you bend down to pick the chalk

I see a few more

Making me wonder 

How many more

Beneath the diaphanous layer

Boys drool over your luxuriant flesh 

But I find your moles amplifies your luxuriance 

Someday for sure

I will count your moles 

With my lips. 

©LR

 

 She wanted me to kiss her neck
And mark it
Just her neck

I questioned her weird desire
The kiss on my neck will set the embers
Trickling down my legs
And the hickey on it
Will arouse enviousness, she replied 

I did as told
I chewed her neck
Till her eyes simmered 
She was someone I met at the bar 
Our eyes found each other

And the neck encounter unfolded 
Just the neck 
But no sex.
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 Her breasts spilled free
Her nipples were erect
And areola brownish
My eyes widened 
And my youthful hunger unleashed
I always knew she had massive assets, underneath

I took my time to coax her to bed
Considering I was half her age 
And she was my cousin, married
I always had an eye on her
She had a ripe body
And after her marriage 
She looked luscious

It was one of her visits to her मौका 
I was visiting my मौसी 
जीजू didn't accompany her
My lustful eyes followed everywhere she went
She became aware
And played along 
Opportunity came when everyone left for a family function
I stayed back for exam preparation

 
She surfing the mobile 
When I entered her room
Her saree was carelessly lifted till her thighs 
My pulsating member guided my actions 
I pushed her saree higher 
She didn't stop me rather she closed her eyes
It was as if, we both were waiting for the eventual

What happened next was a blur 
As I ripped her layers 
And freed her breasts
I pounced on her ripened melons
While my fingers traced her valley of death
Her breezy moans and my animalistic groans 
It was a musical rhapsody 
While the flesh flushed with sweat 

The lustful afternoon rendezvous continued for few more days
Till she left 
We never discussed about her sexual dynamics with her husband 
Coz some unsaid things are pretty obvious.
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 I want what's mine 

Even if you aren't ready

Even if you are exhausted 

Saying so I tugged him by his shorts

Your pride takes seconds to rise

But my thirst takes hours to be quenched 

So lemme do the honors 

And make you my slave for a while

Unwillingly he became my willing partner in crime. 

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 The ambience hummed alive with her moans
As I marauded her breasts
And chewed on her neck

Her bangles clinked like wind chimes
When she caressed my hair 
I knew she was wet 
I wanted to take her then and there
But there were guests downstairs
Waiting for her for vivacious presence

I stopped
She looked at me 
Her eyes swimming with desire
We both had reached the zenith
She understood
Ironing our clothes  
We joined the guests 

Flushed, she looked stunning
She's mine, only mine, I mumbled 
Didn't matter if was married

And my guide 
I knew my thesis will come out with flying colours!

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 Breasts ache
Heavy yet tender
While the body bloats
The rising anguish
As my periods sets to flow

I seek you
To descend into animalistic madness
Messy it will be
But passionate 

You will bathe in my crimson tide
As I engrave my nails on your beefy structure 
Dyed in purple 
Together we will sketch our rainbow shade.
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 My thirst for you
Starts and ends with you

Entrapping you between my thighs 
I forcefully penetrate your defenses
For there in lies my pleasure
To take you against your willingness 

As your nipples become taut with fear
I pinch them till you gasp for breath
And when you open your mouth
I kiss you sucking your essence

My thirst for you is infinite 
Mingled with pain and pleasure
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 Her blouse designs were the most provocative ones
Only threads tying her modesty
Every time she used to come up with some uncommon designs
And I managed to customise 
How my heart raged to see her in my creations
To touch her curvaceous frame
Tied by flimsy strings

During one such visit, she complained about the loose fitting
I suggested her to show me in the trial room
She yielded even though she had second thoughts

My blood started raging
When she turned her curvy structure towards me
I always sensed she had a seductive structure 
But the sight of her divine form in front of me
I was barely breathing 

भैया देख लो कितना लूज है साइड से
डोरी बांध देना जरा, हाथ नहीं जा रहें हैं, she said 
She didn't even realise my quandary
With trembling and clammy hands 
I managed to tie the strings

The touch of her luxuriant flesh
The sight of her ample waist
With beads of gems coated on her nape
I ejaculated then and there

ठीक हे दीदी, में इसको टाइट कर दूंगा, I managed to say
After she left, I pulled the shutter of my shop 
And changed. 
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 And we kept meeting
Sometimes in the library 
Engaged in literary discourse 
Sometimes over a cup of coffee 
Sharing each other's life course

She was my Sociology professor 
I was her chosen one to carry out the academic paperwork

Marital signature didn't stifle her brassy nature
She exuded a distinguished aura
Which invited both enviousness and awe
Her bohemian spirits reflected in her passion for poetry
Which people censured 
She hardly bothered

My feelings...
Well I don't have words
I was entrapped in her elements
My days were euphoric in her company 
Nights, a haunting reminder 'she isn't mine, she can't be mine' 
She was aware of my feelings 
But took it sportively

The fragrance of her midnight waves 
The sensuous curves whispering in the chiffon layers

And those inviting almond shaped eyes
She had an effect on men of every age
From students to professors and the VC
But I was closest to her essence

Sometimes we shared meaningful silence
The unspoken feelings
And the hushed ache

Some unfinished stories
Yet beautifully designed.

©LR