Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Alfa - "The Beginning"



Hello dear readers, this is your JJ back to treat you with some delicious and steamy stuff. First and foremost thank you very much for all the feed backs that some of you have sent in, I am delighted to see so many of you taking time off to send in your valuable comments. This is the only consolation for a writer that too erotic, thanks again lets start off with the narration. Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman's secret place. In spite of my thirty plus years of treating mature women revisit their golden era of love making, and as for me there is always that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.

For one thing I had waited so long, being pretty shy, mother-dominated eighteen year old in my last year of Secondary Schooling I’d had very little experience of the opposite sex. A brief touch of my girl friend’s left breast through her thick pinafore uniform before she knocked my hand away was as good as it got. Females especially the ones younger or my age had always turned me into a quivering jelly. Chennai has always been late booming and a pretty old fashioned when it comes to things like these. My first knee jerking BF viewing happened in my eighth standard and all of us in side the room were eyeing things for the very first time which was very hard to believe seldom has someone heard of cocks such huge and breast stuffed with silicon that defied the law of gravity.

I'd heard all the stuff of my class mates. They just lie there and you stick it in, Chris. It's easy. I was wise enough to know that much of their talk were too good a story. It seemed to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what made a woman a woman. This was many, many years ago, back in Chennai the days we now call innocent days. South Indian girls, Chennai being the further most south city of India were girls were determined to keep it for some future husband. That's the way they were brought up here.

And then Sujatha and her husband moved into our flats I was on the verge of a sexual education which I could never even have dreamed about. The lessons stand me in good stead for the rest of my life. The making of a stud. From the distance of a near two decades I can look back and recall my first time with all the clarity of it being just yesterday. Sujatha’s husband worked for a bank and were transferred from Bombay to Chennai, he was a workaholic day in and day out whether it rained or shined he never forgot two things one his work and second his night cap being in my early twenties I used to visit their place on weekends when we clattered away on banking finance stock market it was the time of Harshad Metha foul play with the market. In due course of time we became close on the family front and when some errands were required Sujatha used to ask my mom to get it done by me.

This was the beginning and so we became close I used to ask her if there’s anything I can do for her she would nod her head with a sly foxy smile the meaning to it I only got to understand later. I had a tint for music listening don’t get me wrong it was only the Tamil movie songs and those were the days of having a tape recorder were the creamy layer little by little I visited their place often if for nothing else then it was listening to movie songs. My lucky break came in form of yearly summer visit to Vellankanni which was never missed as long as I could remember. I call it a lucky break since Sujatha’s husband was also out of town attending a training session at their HO Mysore. This time around I made I was in my first year of collage and was doing Philosophy as a main subject made a brave attempt to argue with my parents saying there’s no God whatsoever. I was left alone second week of May a grueling summer and as I was brushing my teeth the next day I became fascinated by watching my soft mustache not only was that growing, so did my cock.

Sjuatha was tall, slender, as delicate as a rain kissed rose, I never saw her walk past me instead she swayed across in front of me. A blue silken night dress that was knee length and clung to every curve of her body, and every curve was undulating with sinuous abandon. A heady perfume of lavender and something else exuded from her beautiful body.

Sujatha answered my tentative knock on door almost immediately, and my eyes must have bulged at the sight of her dressed in a sky blue wispy knee length silken night dress with the top most two buttons open at the neck to reveal a tantalizing valley between her gently rising breasts. Long black hair, cascaded to her shoulders which complimented her beauty.

A handsome young man was her first comment as I entered followed by I'll bet the girls are mad for you."

"Oh, Chris, how lovely to see you." Her wide eyes, the swing and sway of her body, sent all kinds of electrics through me. The intimacy of her smile only added stiffness to my already erect cock.

Had I misread her looks, her tone of voice? It couldn't be that way could it? I was imagining an impossible promise, wasn't I?

A little shy I may have been but I found myself exhilarated by the mere proximity of her. The prospect of being close to her. That evening, I had the longest bath I've ever had. Brushed my hair into what I imagined was a delicate quiff and coated my body in so much talc musk deodorant spray.

"My you smell lovely, Chris."

I was tempted to say, "So do you." as her lavender perfume invaded my nostrils. But words simply choked in my constricted throat.

Music was already on and she directed me to the sofa, as I noticed that the curtains were closed, which seemed strange on a bright Summer evening.

I sat, as she swayed for a moment, every inch of her body seeming to be alive and transmitting bolts of lightning into my dumb adolescent psyche. She stood for a moment over me, and my eyes tried not to look at the slight parting in her negligee and the darkly shadowed something beyond. Why hadn't she dressed? Did she know I could see?

I raised my head and she was smiling. She knew where I was looking. Then she sat down beside me, close. Closer than I could have ever dreamed.

"Tell me about your girl friends, Chris." she breathed. Her perfume was something I thought I was going to drown in.

What could I say? The clothed left breast that I layed my hands on at school, my experience had been flat punctured kisses with my girl at school.

"Not much to tell," I admitted.

"Do you like me?"

"Y--yes. You're-----nice." And it sounded so crummy I could have curled up and died.

"You're a lovely strong young man, Chris---" My mind was telling me, And she's a married woman----

She went on, "You know how my hubby is and I have been very happy of late----but you must have noticed how weak he looks--- He can't do-------anything." And her pause made me look up into those eyes, even sultrier in the dim light. My head was spinning and I never knew for a second where am I.

“Let’s cut the crap” She said.

"Would you like to kiss me, Chris?"

A kiss? A kiss was more than I could have hoped for, wasn't it? She was leaning towards me and the dress had parted to reveal more of those two creamy mounds. My basic instinct was to run like hell. But like a switch had been pushed there was a sudden bulge in my pants. In her 40’s she was making me mad………….

"Mmm," was all I could manage, as her full lips moved close, and I tried desperately to catch my breath. The lips brushed across mine, briefly, gently. Was that it? Then her hand was on the back of my neck and her mouth covered mine just as I opened it to clutch in some air.

Next second her tongue was lapping over mine. Briefly shocked I was then filled with wonder at the electricity of it. The sheer sensation, my whole mouth was a-tingle. I leaned into it, dizzily, fearing I might faint at the intensity of it. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.

Compared with those tight-lipped punctured kisses at school this was pure bliss, as Sujatha's tongue explored my own, tracing around the insides of my cheeks. My hands trembled. Nervous as I was, I felt disappointment when she drew away. Then I saw that one of her breasts had come totally free and I was gazing at it. Tits, that's what the kids called them. But not this beautifully rounded, full, smooth hillock with its subtle brown ring tipped by a delicate nub of a nipple.

This was a breast, a real, living succulent breast.

"Touch it, Chris."

Amazed at the invitation, I looked into her eyes. Was I dreaming? Was this luscious married woman actually giving me, permission to touch her breast?

"Please, Chris."

I raised trembling fingers and the tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. Feeling a little bolder I allowed my fingers to smooth their way around the whole curving surface. The tightness in my pants increased.

"Now the nipple, Chris. With that same touch. You have lovely touch."

I was scared senseless. Yet enjoying it at the same time. I reached out and tentatively ran my fingers over the hard small nipple I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Sorry," I mumbled, jerking my hand away.

"No, no. That was perfect, Chris. Again. A little harder." I'd wake up soon. But the pressure in my groin told me that I wasn't dreaming. I allowed my whole hand to settle over her breast, smoothing it, letting each finger trace over the nipple.

"Oh, you've done this before, haven t you, Chris," she sighed huskily.

"No, never." I didn't even think of lying.

"Kiss it, Chris." What? Blood pounded in my head and in my cock.

"Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it" I lowered my head nervously, "Like this?" I asked, before putting my lips around the enlarged nipple

"Tongue, Chris. Use your tongue."

Emboldened I did that. I couldn't believe the pleasure of it. My mouth could have swallowed her whole. I found myself sucking without even thinking about it.

Sujatha was breathing more heavily. "You're sure you've never done this before?

"Never," I said. "But it's nice." That stupid useless word again. It was more than just nice. I was on some magic cloud. Briefly, guiltily I thought of her husband, but then her hands closed on either side of my face lifted me and her mouth fastened on mine again. Tongue slithering over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her night dress, until I felt my fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.

My head was pounding. I couldn't expect this, this was the ultimate, this was a woman's secret place, her special gift. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.

Her lips left mine and she whispered, "Go on, Chris. Touch me there."

Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?

I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, "Lower, Chris. Follow the groove."

Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and became aware that the edges of this trench were swelling to my touch.

"Mmmmm." Sujatha's breathed close to my ear. "My weakness. You're finding my spot."

The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed. Then suddenly there was moisture. My fingers were running along wet lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action. Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no hole----where was that opening?

"Oh, God, that's marvellous. Don t stop. That's it. There. Oh, God. Yes. Probe, Chris."

I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and prodded them both upwards and inwards.

Sujatha was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears, tonguing into my mouth. "Oh, God, yes. Oh, God "

I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been. I didn't even know that this glory hole was set so far back between a woman's legs. And that was when I felt Sujatha's hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I wasn't sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn't, both at the same time. No woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.

Sujatha's hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my naked cock. She was----she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my bulging tip.

In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first spurts bloom whitely over her fingers.

"Oh, dear that’s too soon," she sighed.

“EARLY BRIRD”

Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologize when she crooned, "But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste." And to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my oozing cock. Sujatha was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn't even known that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the lads passed around. But here was Sujatha with her head in my lap, her mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down.

After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sujatha released me, raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.

"I'm sorry," I said lamely.

"Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Chris And you can put your hand back where it was for a start."

I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail outside my pants. It didn't seem likely that anything else could happen. I'd just been to the top of the world. Sujatha saw my look and smiled.

"I'll tell you what, Chris." I think we need to be more comfortable. And she stood up and took my hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.

"Comfortable, Chris. We've come this far. We might as well have comfort."

I couldn't see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to sleep? Straight away I knew this wasn't the case as she slipped completely out her night dress and stood there totally, delightfully naked.

Yet another first for me. Or A landmark should I say?

My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and brown tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there.

"Now you," she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began undoing my shirt.

My mother hadn't seen me naked since I'd reached puberty. Nobody had. I was a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt.

Stranger?

After what we'd just done?

She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped inside the waistband of my under wear.

"You think I have a good body, Chris? "

I nodded breathlessly and resisted saying'nice.'"Not bad for a late thirty year old, is it?"

”Fortyea”

She said with an impeccable Malayalam accent.

She was forty. I felt my face burning as she slipped my shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I wanted the ground to swallow me. "You have a good body, too. Only yours will get better." Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump. "Oh, Chris, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I'm going to show you how.

Let's lie down."

To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.

"I have a need right now, Chris. So we'll show you early stages later. For now just kiss my breasts again. Early stages? What did she mean? Later? When was later?

Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over them, enjoying the friction. My eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little instructions.

"Use your teeth. Yes there, gently. Now squeeze, then stroke. Now move your lips down over my belly."

Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at her tiny navel.

Go down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn't go any further. These weren't the lips for my lips, were they?

"Touch first. Yes, fingers." Her voice was husky.

I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out the petal folds as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the battle.

"Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You're looking for the stone in a plum. Look. Look, Chris "

My head was between her, legs my feet up near her head. I could never imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkish brown, layer on layer it seemed.

"See it, Chris? See my clit?"

Among the fold rose a tiny bud thing. Was that it? I wasn't sure so I tentatively touched with my fingers.

"That's it, Chris. My clit." Her voice was strained, almost gasping. "Now put your tongue on it."

My tongue there? This couldn't be right. This wouldn't be very pleasant, would it? Was this making love?

"Please, Chris. I need this---need it now."

Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as she stiffened and gasped, "Oooh---yes, --do it---give it ---lick it---lick it hard."

My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn't even heard the word before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her legs spread and I found myself licking and probing until my tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even wondering about what I was doing.

"Oh, yes, we're there, Chris." And as she said it I felt her tongue licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her mouth.

"No, I'll---" I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.

"No you won't," she gasped." I won't let you."

I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in her wetness got wilder and wilder.

Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn't want it to, I glanced along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my cock against her breasts. I couldn't believe what I saw. My meager hand jobs never made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Chris, you've got a wonderful piece here. I want it inside me."

She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with passion.

"Now, we'll fuck," she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was the worst thing you could say. Yet there seemed no better way of saying what we were going to do.

Sujatha lay her divine body back on the bed and opened her legs with the knees raised. "Come on, Chris Just let yourself glide into me. You've prepared me good. Now finish me good."

Uncertainly I moved between her legs and she reached down and held my cock, drew it towards her, guiding, her fingers holding the tip to direct it into that smoldering orifice that I had just finished licking out.

I felt the bulbous head of my cock enter and immediately felt the muscles of her vaginal walls contracting to draw me in. At the same time I felt that familiar welling from my balls. I was going to shoot. Christ, before I'd hardly started.

I told Sujatha.

She gave me that sexy smile and shook her head. "No you re not. Not this time. Not before you've stuffed me good." And her hand reached down and I felt her finger and thumb grip tight around my cock just above the balls.

I had frozen in fear of shooting my load now she said urgently, "You re all right. Now let me feel that gorgeous prick inside me. "

I eased my cock into her as her hand released me. The threat of an early rush had gone and my rod slid easily right up to the hilt. So far that I was sure that I could feel the head push against some part of her deep inside. I didn't dare ask, what did I do now. I was inside, deep, deep into that warm wetness and it was the best feeling I'd ever had. But now? She sensed my uncertainty. "Pull back ---Not too much---Yes, there. Now plunge back---all the way"

I had eased my hips back feeling my cock being adulated by her vibrating walls. Now I pushed it back as far as it would go.

"Now---again---back--faster--- "And her voice was strained, excited, by what I was doing to her.

I swung my hips back and forward felt my rod working like a piston inside her.

Hey, I was fucking. This is what it's like. It was better than anything I could have imagined. The hotness of it, the wetness, the smells of perfume and feminine musk.

Sujatha moaned. "Oh, God, ---I knew---I knew----Suck my tits, Chrissssssssss. Suck my tits---"

I needed no second offer, pounding away into her delightful crotch I let my lips snap and bite at her engorged nipples.

Sujatha was breathing harder than I was, her head tossing from side to side, her long hair flared across her face. "Ooh, it's there. Oh, yes Chrisssssss. Cum in me. Cum. Cum now. Do it. Do it." Her voice became a screech of near desperation.

A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock, as with one final plunge I heard my own voice yell something wild. And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the depths of her belly. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me and we ground ourselves together and groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like I wouldn't stop, I felt I was pushing liters and liters of my cum up into her and she was taking it so gratefully.

At last we were calm and I lay nestled against her flat, sweated belly as my cock slowly shrank out of her.

I'd done it. I'd had sex. I'd fucked---and fucked an older woman.

"That was a good start," Sujatha murmured, stroking my hair.

"Start?" I said, delighted and surprised.

Oh, yes, that's just lesson one. You re a fast learner Chris. But there are a lot of cold women in the world. You need to know how to overcome that.

"But---but how?"

Sujatha sat up and took my face in her hands, her eyes blazed deeply into mine, "You've got the potential to become a real hard fucker. I might not get all the benefit of that. But a lot of women in this world are going to be eternally grateful"

I doubt if even she realized how prophetic her words would be over the following years.

So from being a know nothing boy, in just two hours I'd begun to find the first confidence in matters of sex and my own body. Begun to know about the needs of women. More lessons? Yes, so much more to learn. Sujatha would be my eager tutor and I would also hear her own story of how she discovered her own sexuality. A little later she and her hubby moved to the Gulf in search of greener pastures and even today I can picturise the flame in her eyes as she came the first time from then on there was no stopping and no looking back there’s so much to tell, but you need to ask for them at seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

Chris

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Discreet Encounters

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Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Forbidden Fruit


A JJ Submission;


Welcome to JJ’s erotic world, it was said not to eat the fruit but Eve crossed the line and went on to eat the same also she made Adam eat the same. Like when something is forbidden naturally our mind is all out to do the forbidden at lest for heck of it. Likewise here Maya knows it’s not right to have a ball with her brother in law but for her she carves for the pleasure unleashed by the throbbing 7 inches prick and knowing incest was a sin, she commits yet another sin by crossing the line and cheats her own husband. All this is done only for the pleasure her brother in law gave her the last time he screwed her and its been a year since then he came back to Chennai and he made sure she visited the hotel room where he planned to bed her.

Maya made her husband believe that she went to work but eventually headed straight down on ECR to reach Fishcove where her brother in law was waiting for Maya in his cottage. There’s a thrill when you cross the line and that’s what Maya was precisely doing, but why she has to cheat her husband also her own sister. What was it that her brother in law going to give her? What was so good about him that she never got from her husband to whom she’s married for 9 years now? Is it so worth to share the bed with him? The answer to all these questions lies in the narration below.

She arrives at the cottage dressed in a 3/4th pants and loose casual shirt and a long overcoat, nervous and excited all at the same time. She can't wait to see him. Will he still like her? Has she gained weight since he's seen her? Does he care how she looks on the out side? She turns the car off, takes a deep breath, and opens the door to her car and starts to walk towards the designated cottage. She pauses before knocking and takes another breath of cold air. She can't believe it's been a year since he's touched her with those hands. She closes her eyes and tries to remember the last time they were together, remembering it was the last night she was in Trident Hotel on the way to Chennai airport. She said her good-byes, as did he. She wished she could have traveled with him.

Something behind her snaps and she opens her eyes to realize she'd been standing there for quite a while, with her hand rested against the door. She slowly knocked on the door and waited. She heard a voice from inside yelling "Just a second! I'm on my way." A few second later, the door comes open and he's looking face to face at her.

She can't believe how gorgeous he looks. Like a picture on a magazine cover. His eyes gaze into hers and she can't find the words to say anything except for hello. He smiles with his wide, beautiful smile, and then takes her into his arms, hugging her tight. She hugs him back and smiles as she breathes in the smell of his colon. He stops hugging her, smiles once again and motions for her to come inside so that he can close the door. Once she's in, she starts to take off her coat. She turns around and faces him with her coat half off, and he pushes her up against the wall, kissing her passionately.

She's breathless. She can't breath at all. She starts to kiss him back as he runs his hands down her thighs, back up over her chest, and on her neck. He puts his hand behind her head and pulls her closer to him, taking in all of her that he could. She kisses him back, running her hands over his stomach, and then to the tops of his pants. He lets go of the back of her head, stops kissing her and takes her hands in his.

She smiles at him softly and asked why he stopped. All he could do was smile at her. He leads her into the bedroom and lays her on the bed. He kisses down her neck as he softly unbuttons her shirt. Sliding his hands in on her breast, she lets out a light moan. He asks what’s wrong, and she replies that his hands were cold. She offers to warm them up for him. She takes his hand and slides one of his fingers into her mouth. She slowly wraps her tongue around it, sliding it back out of her mouth.

He looks down at her with an open mouth and a stunned look. She slides another finger into her mouth, then another until all of his five fingers have been warmed by her tongue and mouth. He smiles down at her, then takes his hand and places it back in her shit and on her breast. She smiles widely. His hand feels so good on her body. As he fondles one of her breasts with one hand, he slowly uses the other to unbutton her pants. He smiles down at her and asks what color of panties she has on. She smiles big and then replies with, what panties? He slowly pushes his hand down until he can feel the wetness of her now drenched pussy. Realizing that he must be doing something right, he continues to massage her breast and gently pet her pussy.

She reaches up and kisses him, lightly biting his lip, and then letting go of it just as soft. He grabs her shirt and almost rips it off of her, exposing the top half of her body. He now wears a huge grin on his face and she asks why, he just smiles and suggests that she's beautiful with nothing on her. She blushes, smiles, then starts to slip off her pants. She removes her pants, crawls over to where he's sitting on the bed and kisses him passionately. She knocks him back on the bed where she crawls on top of him, straddling him hard against the bed.

She could feel his hard cock through his pants against her now aching pussy. She wanted nothing but to feel him inside her right then and there. She ran her tongue down his neck and up the other side. She can feel his eyes roll back in his head so she does it again. She smiles, stops and looks up at him. He now has the biggest grin on his face. He grabs the back of her head and brings her close to his face, he whispers into her ear, then licks it. She laughs and slides down to his crotch, unbuttons his pants, and slides down his jeans and under garment. She gazes down at his now over enlarged, hard as a rock cock.

She takes it in her hand and lightly starts to stroke it with her hand as she continues to lick his neck. She kisses his lips and takes her hand away from his cock. He gets this confused look to his face, wondering why she stopped. She places a finger to his lips and shushes him. Then she slowly moves down to his crotch and places the tip of his hard cock in her mouth. She licks it with her tongue and then slides it out again. She looks up at him to see a huge smile on his face as he nods as if to tell her to continue. She then slides her lips over his cock again, sliding it all the way down until the whole thing is in her mouth. She then slides her tongue over and down it, then slides it back out, sucking lightly. She continues to do this, over and over again, watching his face as she does so.

He starts to breath deeper as she increases her speed. She starts to go even faster as he starts to moan. He tells her how good it feels and for her not to stop. She goes a bit faster, flipping her tongue around his cock as much as possible. She can feel his dick start to pulse, she speeds up more, and listening to his breathing and to the sounds he was making from her sucking him off.

She starts to suck a bit harder and she goes a bit faster as he lets out a huge moan. She wraps her hand around the bottom part of his cock, just leaving the top in her mouth. She starts moving fast and faster until she can't even take it anymore. He yells out he's cumming, and she stops moving and swallows all of the warm cum that came from his once enlarged cock.

She smiles up at him and laughs. So how was that for a hello? When just saying hello was so good I would leave it to your imagination of how they might have gone through till about 6 in the evening. She was reluctant to go away from him but at the back of her head she remember her hubby would be waiting for her to arrive from work and prepare dinner for him. To be continued on readers demand…………..send in your comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Your Lovingly

JJ

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Toxic Goddess


A JJ Submission

Author’s Note: Dear All, this is a soft but wild erotic happening between a married couple, in case you are looking for a whaam bhaam thank you Mam. This one is not for you.

Hello and welcome back to JJ’s world of quality erotic literature, taking a deviation from the mature sex series let’s do a crash down to earth and see what can happen if you just keenly look at your wife. Married to a women for 15 + years has been a mystery to the western world and for people living in India it’s always been green to look at the western culture. In the below submission I have tried my best to make the readers realize what they are missing by looking outward and forgetting what’s at hand. So for a change let me describe a wild love making session by a Indian couple & I believe after going through the below submission there would be a voice inside your saying “ look at your wife & realize how much you have neglected her by drooling over your co-worker, secretary, boss’s wife etc etc……..

He sat on the sofa, sipping scotch on the rocks gifted by a friend who had recently completed his project at the US and returned to India, becoming more frustrated by second. The star-studded Indian cricket team. Just minutes away from disgracefully loosing down by 7 wickets, with less than a over remaining needed 15 runs. They had been playing well in the first two one day international games of this Sony Cup series, but tonight they had only showed up, a little spark in the blowing 1st and giving away 276 runs from 50 over but that was it.

His wife padded down the hall towards the living room, dressed in jeans and one of his old shirts, and smile. "How's the Indian team doing'?" She asked.

"Crap," he said with disgust.

"There's always a chance dear." She continued on into the kitchen to complete her daily ritual, the dishes.

He sat continuing to watch the game wind down, 1 over left and nothing on the earth will prevent Australia winning this crucial match, he heard water running in the kitchen, and came to the realization that India were done. The kids were at their aunt’s place, They had the house to them selves. This thought had not escaped him, and he began to think of his beautiful wife. Snapping the remote up, he shut off the TV where India was only minutes away from defeat.

As his wife ran the water, adding some dish soap made the water bubble and froth, and she slowly started adding the dishes. She could feel the scalding warmth travel up her arms and through her chest, making her nipples hard.

As he sat pondering another year without The Cup, he heard dishes clinking as they were being put into the sink. Rising to his feet, he strode to the kitchen doorway, and leaned against the frame. She had not heard him come to the doorway. He watched her, putting the dishes, in the sink slowly, almost gracefully. He had always liked the way she moved. Although she had no training in ballet, he had thought that she would have been good at it. She had a naturally athletic build; it had grown thicker and bearing two children, over the years, was still able to turn heads wherever she went. Her breasts had not suffered through the years of breast-feeding; in all honesty they had become more full. All in all, he felt, he was the luckiest man alive to have a wife that he truly loved, and was loving more and more as each year passed.

"Need a hand Sexy?" he questioned.

"No thanks.” she said smiling "I'm almost done may be a couple of minutes. How'd they do, or should I ask?"

”I've almost given up on those 11 jokers"

"There's always next year honey." Her voice filled with genuine concern. She had a thought that maybe later she would give him a good blowjob to cheer him up from a regular India loosing. She had always loved him, and would do anything to please him, so a 'cheer-up-blow-job’ sounded just like what he'd needed. In the 14 years they were together she was never more in love with him than now. She had called them soul mates since they met, he laughed at that, but she knew it was true. He was always saying 'I love you' to her and getting her little gifts, for no reason but lacked on satisfying her sexual needs a good reason for the other side being green. On the reverse she felt as loved as anyone could, thinking her husband was devoted to her and her alone.

As he stood there gazing upon her beauty, he found himself becoming excited. He had always been amazed that he could get hard just looking at her. He slowly walked up behind her, and wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her chest just below her collar bone. He kissed her neck, softly just below her ear.

"Mmm, you smell delicious" he said quietly. "And you feel so good"

Goose bumps ran across her body, making her nipples tingle and her stomach do flip-flops. The tingle slowly became an ache deep in her loins.

"You sure, you don't want help Baby" saying the words quietly, letting his breath, be felt on her neck.

She began to melt.

" You know how turned on you make me when you talk all low and soft."

He quickly spun her around, grabbed her, under her arms and lifted her up on the sink.

" Hey I got dishes to do" she said in mock protest.

"Dishes can wait, I can't, and neither can you!" he commanded.

She squealed in delight.

He grasped the collar of his shirt, she wore, "I'll do the dishes, you can sew these buttons back on." With that, he sharply snapped his hands apart, popping all the buttons off, in one motion.

The cool air, of the room, hit her bare breasts. It didn't matter, her nipples were already hard, and sensation of him being so forceful, made them more so. Goose flesh now rose across her entire body, making her skin sensitive to every touch he made.

"Hmmmm," she groaned, "If you don't stop you'll.., ahhh, Babe! That feels so nice." His hands glided up from her hips to her breasts, cupping them and slowly teasing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He could feel her quivering under his touch, her breath starting draw deeper and more quickly now, leaning forward her kissed her mouth. His tongue swirling in her mouth, doing mock battle with hers'. As he kissed her, he began to trail down her chin to her neck, and down to her nipples. They had become hard and filled with blood, making them bright, and rosy. He gently drew them into his mouth, and teased them with his tongue.

She began to coo, as he sucked and nibble her nipples. That feeling sent signals through her body, making her heart rate increase, her breathing deeper, and making her wet. She could feel the slipperiness between her pussy lips building, and that in turn made her even wetter. Sitting on the edge on the sink while her husband ravaged her, made her begin to squirm. Rocking from one cheek to the other, tilting her hips back to front. Almost as if she was dancing. Suddenly his hands left her breasts and slide down to the waistband of her jeans. Fingers twisted open the front button, and unzipped them. Bracing her hands on the edge of the sink, she lifted her self up, as he slid them off.

He let the jeans fall to the floor. Now he could smell her excitement, it was pure intoxication. Blood rushed to his semi-hard cock, engorging it further. Hormones pushed him on. His hands slipped along her panties, and he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slid them off. As he did he could see the moisture of her sex cling to the cotton bottom panel in the panty and her pussy lips. He became even more excited and aroused at this sight. Standing back up, he began kissing her mouth once more.

Her pulse pounded harder when he began kissing again. She reached down with both hands and started to undo his pants now. Her hands knew exactly, where to reach and what to do. Her hand felt his penis, hard and throbbing inside his jeans. This made her move more quickly and with more determination, to release him from his clothes. Slide her hands inside his briefs found what she sought; grasping the shaft, she slid her hands up the 7-inch length & 4-inch girth to its head. She felt the slippery wetness oozing from the tip, causing her to become even wetter.

The sensation of her hands on his organ encouraged him on, kissing his way down her neck, past her breasts and down to her pussy. As he did she released his cock and leaned back slightly to allow better access to her now dripping cunt. His nose led him, the smell of her juices made him feel a little drunk with lust. The concoction of sweet smells forced him to inhale her deeply into his nose. His excitement grew and so did his urgency. He began slowly and gently licking her outer lips, finally tasting what he sought.

She moaned softly as she felt his tongue on her lips. A small fire started to burn in her clit as he did. The sensations began to build and she could feel her orgasm grow quickly. She had been waiting for this all day. From the time she got up in the morning she would daydream about him licking her pussy. He was just so damn good. The way his tongue would slide over all the right spots, with just the right speed, and pressure. After 14 years, he knew all the right spots, and all the right moves. She began to feel the first signs of her impending orgasm. That first little wave, deep in the pit of her stomach. She began to relax and let it build within her. Her pussy started to contract, the familiar throbbing that she knew, would bring her pleasure very soon. Suddenly she felt fingers push inside her sopping pussy, feeling them curl up and stroke her g-spot. The sensations overwhelmed her as the waves of intense pleasure came over her. Her orgasm grew, and grew, like a shoreline, during a tsunami, crashing over, and over again. Her breath was ragged and came in quick gasps, between squeals of delight. She clamped her thighs around his head and pulled it in tight as she continued cumming. " Fuck, fuck, my god, mmmm, don't stop Babe," she screeched.

His face was pressed hard into her pussy, her hips bucking against his face. Her juices ran out over his tongue and he lapped them up. The feeling of her contractions began to subside, and her thighs began to relax. He slow removed his fingers from her pussy, and brought them to his mouth and suck them clean. He loved making her cum and enjoyed everything about it. The way she moved and tasted. He was so excited he was close to cumming off himself. As he stood to kiss her, he stopped and looked at the expression on her face. She was totally satisfied and in that post- orgasm stupor. Her chest was flushed and heaving. He leaned in and kissed her, she started kissing back like a starving woman, licking her sent off his lips.

His wife had gabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in tight, kissing him, loving him, holding him, and never wanting that moment to end. His arms wrapped around her and they hugged. She always felt so secure when he held her, like nothing could ever harm her. Breaking the hug she pushed him back and hopped down from the sink, "You are going to get it so good my dear hubby." She walked him backwards to a chair, and pushed him to his seat. Dropping to her knees, she wasted no time, reaching for his cock. Using both hands she stroked twice before leaning and engulfing it, in her mouth.

He watched her, slide her mouth over his ridged member, as it disappeared down her throat. The warmth and wetness overwhelmed his cock. Her tongue sliding Independently of her mouth, sliding up and down the shaft. Hands gently massaging his balls. He placed one hand softly on the back of her head. Not that she needed the encouragement, she knew what to do, but he had always put his hand there. Her head began to bob up and down faster and faster. He felt the usual signals that told him he was going to cum.

She had felt a twitch in his cock as her mouth engulfed him. She knew what was coming and she stopped abruptly. Quickly standing up she straddled him, and guided his cock into her hot pussy. Slowly lowering her body down on him, impaling her cunt, sliding down on the perfect cock, his cock.

They both groaned at the same time. She was looking down at him from her seat upon him. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes, saying with their eyes, unspoken,' I love you'. Rocking up and down and back and forth, they rode towards their goal. His hands on her hips. Her arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

Almost simultaneously, those familiar sensations began rising in them both. The onset of orgasm began to swell, deep inside their bellies. Kissing and breathing deeply, they knew each was getting close. Each was hold on a little tighter, pushing a little deeper. She began to cum a bit sooner than him, her vaginal muscles starting to clamp tighter around his cock, this in turn, started his orgasm to begin. She ground harder as she was cumming, which sent his seed deep into her wet, hot pussy.

He panted as his dick softly twitched inside her, her final contractions subsiding as well.

They held each other for 10 minutes not saying a word, for none was needed at this moment. As his cock shrank and slipped out of her, they kissed again, "I love you" they spoke. It was very common this synchronicity between them. They padded up stairs to a long nights sleep.

Early in the morning, he rose out of bed, careful not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He decided to run out and get some breakfast for them both. Throwing on some clothes he headed out to the hotel nearby. He saw the paper as he headed to the entrance of the store. He blinked at the head lines in “The Hindu”! saying "India Won the Sony Cup of the three match one day game against the mighty Aussies" blared at him. He grabbed a copy. Flipping it open to the sports section he read.

"Anyone that turned out the TV early missed the most incredible come back in Sony Cup best of three matches. With one ball left, the Turbinator hit 3 successive sixes and created a record of any batsman in the last three balls to win the game. And rightly so he was named as the “Man of the Match”

Our hero thought for a moment and smiled. He didn't miss anything, not a single thing & his mind raced to last night great lovemaking. Rightly so he was ashamed of himself for neglecting his wonderful wife all these days and committing great sin by thinking of another man’s wife in the form of co-worker, secretary, boss’s wife not even sparing the housekeeping ladies etc etc……..Shame on you he heard a voice say in his head and he nodded his head in approval of the saying “A wife is a wife is a wife” the edges of his lips covered into a thin smile.


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Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Friday, October 10, 2008

Blue Moon


Hello dear readers this is your JJ not finding time to regularly come up with some hot stories to treat you all, but as of now I have decided to treat you with the best stuff as possible. Everyone of you must have come across in some stage of your life a stinking super rich women who have every damm thing under the sun at their beck and call except that long hard cocks to get fucked. The submission is something of similar nature that happens in the heart of Chennai city, “ Anna Nagar Tower club was lazing away with the September heat members passing hoped in to chill themselves. Aradhana was true to her name and at 44 carved for sex like never before recently it’s been killing her and she was desperate to get fucked.


In a thousand years Aradhana never thought she'd find someone like him. Tall and dark featured, smart and confident, he caught her eye quickly. Looking hale and healthy a real stud who would be fitting in her arms and somehow she always wanted to have rough looking guy who would handle her in a way she always wanted. Thin and scrawny was never to her liking in men, she needed someone substantial to wrap her arms around and cuddle with, and to feel truly held when he was holding her.

Marriage was suiting Aradhana, but not fulfilling her. Her husband was a partner to stave off boredom at best, to play golf with, to have dinner with when he was home, and for occasional sex. Conversation was kept to a minimum because they really had nothing in common. Yes, he was handsome, a good provider, and he amused her once in a while, but overall he was not a great match for her, and far from her true mate.

Aradhana could not be herself with him, and as of late it was becoming a weight that was harder and harder to bear. She thought about sex constantly. At 44 it seemed her hormones were in high gear and had no designs on slowing down any time soon. Aradhana dreamed of a man that would fulfill her wildest fantasies and make her feel all of the things she desired, even the dark desires that seemed to be foremost in her thoughts. The desperate need to be used and dominated, to be the girl-toy every man lusted after was becoming an urgent priority in her life. Her husband was simply not capable of using her the way Aradhana needed to be used.

When this new man walked into her life it was an instant charge, a jolt of electricity that could have lit up Chennai City for a week. Just the look of him was all Aradhana found sexy and erotic, and she felt the all too unfamiliar tingle in her belly and hardness of her nipples as she took him in. She simply wanted to lick him from head to toe, to hide away for days on end, never leaving the bed she would serve him in.

When Chris saw her, the look on his face went from nonchalant to that of piqued curiosity, and she knew without a doubt that he was feeling much of the same thing. The bulge that was now defining his zipper was a nice clue as well.

It wasn't often that Aradhana came to Tower club for lunch, but today she wanted to desperately come out of her house that had become so lonely to her. Her husband was in Europe, again, and so dining out alone had become a comfortable ritual.

She watched this man sit down at the opposite end of the dinning hall cum bar. He was still staring at her, she still locked in on him, and then he smiled. God what a smile!! She felt a gush in her panties the likes of which she hadn't remembered having since college. Aradhana instinctively looked down, expecting her chair to show signs of her wetness. Her nipples were still hard from her first glance, and by the looks of his gaze falling lower he now knew they were hard too. The pearl colored satin blouse when slipped unknowingly from her shoulders that she was wearing made them even more visible to anyone looking at her chest.

Aradhana crossed her legs and looked away, took a sip of her favorite ‘Hot Dog” drink and pretended to peruse the menu. Her clit was swelling; she could feel it growing and moved out of her lovely pussy lips to give herself a tiny wave a pleasure as her slick, wet folds rubbed together. With her husband hardly around, she'd become deft at the art of masturbation - she could almost make herself cum just walking down the streets of Shanthi colony.

Aradhana looked up, her intention to flirt with him some more, but when she glanced over he was gone. Scanning the place quickly she didn't see him, but instead felt a hand on her back.

"Don't move," she heard whispered into her left ear. "You are the loveliest woman I've ever seen. I want to stand here and just soak you in." The empty place gave them a chance to feel and play away with the waiters not interested in having a peek.

Aradhana could feel his head next to hers, nuzzling her hair for the shampoo scent, then her neck for the perfume she was wearing. Again she had to look down; the warm gush in her panties simply had to be showing thru her Mysore silk saree. She inhaled, felt his hand on the small of her back, and caught the magnificent scent of his cologne. It was perfectly worn; he had to be this close to her for her to smell it. It was intoxicating.

Slowly turning, Aradhana looked up into his face. She gazed into his deep eyes with the most amazing expression. She saw love and lust, sweetness and devilishness, right and wrong. He had soft lines around his eyes and mouth; she put him in his mid 34's. His hair was cut short and in a current style. The goatee he was sporting was perfectly trimmed around his sensual lips.

"I ... forgive me," she whispered, "I can't stop looking at you."

"Good," he said in low velvety tone. He smiled coyly at her and said, "we're even."

They continued to simply stare at each other, without a moment of discomfort. He moved a little closer, and the bulge Aradhana saw earlier was now firmly resting against her hip. Fuck but he was hard!

Letting all inhibitions go and following only her libido, she leaned into him and said in a low voice, "I want you to take me here ... no, I NEED you to take me here. I don't care where, but on the premises and now."

Aradhana’s lips grazed his ear as she said this, and made his cock ache for her. He wanted to take her right there, but decided the restroom would be the best bet for a modicum of privacy.

Chris never answered Aradhana verbally; he just took her hand and helped her from her chair. He noticed her pale yellow pumps and was working his way up the back of her legs to her soft round ass when she reached back and touched his cock through his pants. Chris could feel his precut dripping and knew his briefs were wet with it. Only steps now from total release, the lavatory was in sight.

Once inside, a passion so primitive, so carnal, simply guided his every move. He was made for this woman and knew it, knew what she wanted and how to touch her. Chris locked the door behind them and stepped toward her. Her shoulder length hair left plenty to grab, so he immersed his fingers in her silky hair and pulled her lips to his with that fistful of hair.

Aradhana moaned and sighed all at once; giving him back the tongue he was sharing with her. She ran her hands over his cock again, up over his ass and then up his chest. Chris took her hands from his chest, grabbed her wrists and put them behind her back.

"Tell me now what you want," he said a bit harshly. Chris already knew, but so much of the fun would be making her say it.

"I want you to fuck me," Aradhana sighed, "I want you to use me, claim me,make me yours."

Chris bent to kiss her again. How she loved the feel of his goatee on her face, the sweet scratchiness of it that she knew would bring her orgasm after orgasm once he had it pressed against her pussy.

As Chris brushed her face with his she heard, "I will fuck you my dear, and I will use you in ways you've never known."

Aradhana groaned with desire. "Fuck me now, pleaseeeee," she cried softly. She was on the verge of begging. Would he make her beg??

With that thought foremost in her mind, he answered her. "You want to be my whore? Then ask me again. You will keep asking until I decide to give it to you."

"Oh God, please fuck me," Aradhana hissed. "Fill my pussy with your hard cock; I want to make you cum."

"Beg some more," Chris goaded her.

"Give it to me," she moaned, "Fucking make it hurt too. I want you as deep as you can go."

Then Chris smiled in a wicked way, which told her she had said something very right. He released her arms and spun her around. Again that sumptuous view. Her heels, her luscious legs and round ass were most inviting & with one swift motion she was standing there with her petticoat and blouse not caring to wear a bra this day made it all the more perfect.

He slid his fingers up her skirt slowly for her benefit, and to his delight found no panties. Chris leaned over and grabbed a fistful of hair again, but this time hard. He jerked her head back and laughed in her ear.

"You are a ready for a cock aren't you?" he teased. "Do you always go out with no panties on? Only those that want a good fucking do that."

Aradhana started to answer but he snapped at her. "Shut up!" he viciously hissed in her ear. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses."

She heard his zipper and felt him pressing into her. He pulled her blouse loose by opening a few hooks and reached inside to cup her ample tits. His fingers teasing and kneading her now very sensitive nipples was more than she could stand.

With that thought in her mind, he lifted her skirt and slid it over her hips. He didn't even bother feeling for Aradhana’s wetness, he knew it was there. Slipping his smooth, hard cock out of his briefs he teased the entry to what was going to be the greatest fuck of his life, no matter how brief it may be. This woman melted him; Chris would fit perfectly into her cunt. He knew it with the oddest of certainty.

With the head of his cock slick with her wetness, Chris moved up slightly and pushed against her very tight asshole. Aradhana was sexy as hell, waxed, smooth as a baby's bottom. She gasped as he teased her ass, and started to push back into him to allow him entry.

"I told you not to move," Chris said sternly. "Don't make me tell you again."

With that, he bent her over further and gave her pussy the full 8 inches God had blessed him with. No easing his way into this one. She yelped, so he quickly placed a hand over her mouth.

"No noise," Chris said in a menacing voice. "Take it like a cream melting through. You will let me use your cunt in silence!"

His commands only heightened her excitement. Aradhana’s juices were running down her legs, making it so easy for him to pound her. He was perfectly adept, his strokes bringing his cock head to the point of just leaving her hole, but then sliding back into her hard and deep.

"Finger your pussy," he said as he used her.

Aradhana jumped at this order and gave her clit the relief it had been so longing for.

"But don't you dare cum," he warned her. "Don't you dare."

She kept fingering, keeping his order in mind, but the more he stroked and tugged at her nipples the closer she got. Aradhana the Goddess was nearing her orgasm when the bitter sting of his hand slapping her ass cheek gave her a reality check.

"Oww!" Aradhana shrieked.

"I told you silence!" Chris whispered hard to her.

He backed up and pushed her further down so she was practically touching her toes with her hands. He spread her legs and suddenly she felt the fullness of a finger sliding into her ass. His finger was moving in and out of her tight asshole in time with the rhythm of his cock in her pussy. He had it so deep it was hurting her a bit, but the pleasure of him fucking her negated any real pain.

Chris loved the feel of a hot, tight ass. He leaned into her and taunted, "I'm going to stretch you for me you little swine!"

Aradhana now felt another finger tearing her ass open, the capacity of her holes was now maxed. She started to rub her clit again as the need to orgasm was excruciating.

"No hands for you," said the amazing stranger. "I'm using you for my pleasure only now."

The tone of his voice was mesmerizing and it made her believe he meant business.

A knock at the lavatory door jolted them back to the reality of where they were. She feebly said she'd be out shortly, and with that he knew it was time to finish the job.

"Cum in my ass baby, please do that for me," she said as quietly as she could.

With out missing a beat he pulled out from her pussy and replaced his fingers with his swollen cock. Aradhana inhaled in a way that made him know exactly what she was feeling. Chris held her hips tight and slid deeply into her ass. It only took 5 more strokes and he was exploding into her. The exquisite pleasure of her tightness was heaven, and his knees almost buckled beneath him. He let his spasms subside and then pulled out, smacking her ass as he did so.

Aradhana turned to him and smiled, her face flushed beyond measure from pleasure and being bent over for so long. He bent to kiss her, a full, deep, erotic kiss with his hands on her face. She moved to go into a stall to clean herself up but he stopped her.

"No love, dinner." " Chris said caressing her face. "I want you to feel me dripping from you all through lunch to dinner

Without a word she pulled down her skirt and hurried about with her saree and made her exit with him. Suspicious eyes on them coming out of the lavatory door together didn't faze them in the least.

When it was dinner time. Aradhana knew she would be dessert, at some unknown location at some unknown time. Him keeping her in the dark as to what was next was as erotic as the sex had been, and Aradhana knew she'd found her carnal soul mate atleast for the day which she was sure will run into break of day…………………………comments to seekcompany@gmail.com and yes in case you are one like Aradhana don’t forget to call me right now…

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Chronicles of Sin


Welcome dear readers to JJ’s world of matured women & my sexual encounters with them. It always seems inevitable that a man's mind wanders back to one of the finest things in the universe – a woman. If a guy is lucky, he will find a woman with whom to spend his life who can endlessly occupy his mind, spirit, and body. If the woman is lucky, her man will do the same for her this can end up in getting married, we can call them “made for each other” But, while searching for the 'one', there can be some others who will move briefly through our existence like ships passing on a calm sea or even some like a proverbial hurricane. All of them, though, invariably leave some mark on us. Those marks may be new, insatiable passions, emotional scars, or even physical scars. We will carry those memories for the rest of our lives.

Being an erotic writer I have many fond memories of the women who have been a part of my life and I hope they will remember me with equal fondness. As a young man in my mid twenties, I treasured the physical passion. As the years have passed today being in the mid thirties, I have come to value the true meaning of passion – sharing a lifetime of experiences with a mate. I still, however, remember those wild days of youth with satisfaction and once in awhile yearn for those women to come back into my life again.

There was one brief encounter that will never escape my memory. I was a young and impressionable nineteen-year-old when I spent a night with Saranya. She was my class teacher in my third standard briefly she left the school in order to get married but came back work as teacher when her husband died in a motorcycle accident just only their second year of marriage. I was looking for knowledge and she knew how to teach that the best way I can describe her.

She was of medium build with shoulder length hair and eyes that could look somewhere into the depths of your soul. Saranya had an air about her that bespoke elegance without pretense. To look simply at her physical appearance would reveal nothing extraordinary. Yet to be close to her and watch her for a time would take your breath away. To talk with her revealed an emotional depth and understanding that spanned many lifetimes. She could converse on many subjects with authority, yet would never do so with condescension. She could bring you to the point of ultimate excitation or sooth a broken heart with a glance. You could fall into her eyes as deeply as they could see into your very soul. Saranya could occupy a man for a lifetime, but would never stay with anyone for very long. Our short time together will be the happiest regret I shall ever have.

We met by chance in a friend’s wedding at Bangalore, I had to reintroduce myself to her but to me she was the best crush of my infatuation years. I started the usual small talk and she soon suggested we move to a table. After what seemed like a short time everyone was leaving and the wedding event was coming to an end. We weren't ready to end things yet, so we left in my Sumo and talked while we drove. The conversation spanned over a good 70 - 80 kms. Somewhere in the darkness of Chennai Bangalore Highway we stopped driving and kept talking under the stars on the outskirts of Dharamapuri town. I can think of more romantic accoutrements than leaning back of my Sumo seat, but the view of a starry summer sky through the window is the best aphrodisiac I know. As the evening air became brisk we drew nearer to each other. I held her head gently to my chest as we talked, stroking her silken hair. The conversation turned to her past relationships, it didn't take long before we found common ground; we both enjoyed a variety of pleasures and little inhibition in finding new ones. Saranya asked if I was married or involved and I happily replied no to both. This was my mistake – I didn't ask a reciprocal question.

She moved up to me and I melted when her velvety lips touched mine. I felt a warm wave move across me. I remember I even physically shuddered. She giggled and forged ahead at a steady pace, our kissing becoming more passionate. I soon forgot being surprised and became aroused. Saranya made my whole body hard. She had a way about her, or perhaps it was just how I felt about how she felt in my arms. I did my best grizzly bear bit pulling her close to me and nuzzling about her neck. I caressed her supple nape and peppered it with kisses. Her scent was soft and inviting. Her body was not hard, but firm and yielding. Saranya wasn't a girl of her twenties, but a had a passionate way that any younger woman would envy.

I suspended her easily above me, drinking in my senses of touch, taste, and scent as I sampled her. She ran her fingers through my hair sending electric jolts down my spine. She was dressed in a knee length fancy skirt and a contrasting top I was awash in a sea of sensations. I wanted her with a passion I never knew existed until this moment. I lowered her onto me and my hands moved down across her back and onto her firm thighs. Saranya had a beautiful shape I had noticed earlier in the evening. Her classic lines accentuated her small waist and a shapely curvature into what I consider a perfect derrière. I moved my hands to cup her cheeks. Saranya cooed and pushed herself into my chest. She kissed me full on the lips, our tongues exploring each other and our breathing becoming almost a panting. Her hips gyrated seductively and I knew it was time to lose some clothing.

Saranya reacted even before I could by sitting up and slowly removing her top and bra. In the starlight I could see the subtle curvature of her breasts. I caressed the undersides with a single finger of each hand, then traced circles around her nipples. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin as I traced lazy figures on her supple skin. I purposely avoided her nipples, but saw them harden and darken and she threw her head back. Saranya made a soft, guttural moan that excited me even more. She lifted her skirt and lifted up enough to slide the panties off. I took the opportunity to shed some unwanted cotton on me too.

We lay there on tilted seat and I continued my exploration of Saranya’s body with a single finger moving over her torso. I moved my hand up around her neck, between and onto her breasts, circled on her tummy and moved onto each leg as we kissed. My lips moved back to her neck. Slowly I kissed and licked my way onto each breast, still avoiding those invitingly hard, dark nipples. Moving on to her tummy I nuzzled her playfully until finally positioning myself near her waist. Saranya sensed what was to come and thrust herself towards me. I pulled back wanting to tease her a bit and moved between her legs. I kissed her inner thigh at the knee and slowly moved my way up her soft, creamy skin towards the ultimate objective. Just as my lips were about to reach her soft mound I moved to her other inner thigh and again worked my way upward.

Saranya pulled my head closer to her as I put my arms under her legs and cradled her breasts in my hands. I could feel her warmth on my face as I kissed the edges of her silky mound. The sweet, musky smell filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. Her perfume blended with her natural scent and I felt dizzy at the pleasure of it. My cheeks caressed her inner thighs as my tongue glided over the edge of her mound, up one side, across her mons, then down the other side. I slowly worked my way closer to her soft lips with each stroke of my tongue. Finally I was directly over her moist lips and I tried to caress her with the slightest touch. With each motion I would apply more pressure until my tongue gently parted her lips. I could taste Saranya now, warm honey like dew of the gods. When my tongue grazed her engorged clit, she would push against me to maximize the sensation, her hips jerking with the contact. I would move down again, pushing inside, then back up to titillate, tracing circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue until she was close to orgasm, then down again – just keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.

My rhythm increased until she pulled me into her with her hands. I suckled Saranya’s clit between my lips, slowly working a finger inside her to massage that sensitive spot all women have just inside the pubic bone. Saranya released her hold on my head slightly as the new sensation filled her consciousness. I felt her hips react slowly at first to my hand, her rhythm finally matching mine. Saranya pushed her hips off the seat and asked me to fill her completely. I obliged with another finger of the same hand. I could feel each finger with the other as I moved both in unison. Her strong vaginal muscles and her brown flower were squeezing my fingers as I caressed her. I released her clit but still caressed it with my tongue. It didn't take long before her hips undulated out of control and her whole body seemed to lift up. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her as her spasms reached new heights of reckless abandon. I slowly removed my hand but nuzzled my face against her still throbbing mound. She held me tightly between her thighs and we rested that way for a long while before starting another lovemaking session…this I remember as one of the most cherished love making sessions though it happened a good decade back I fear it would be with me till I am in the bed of death. Will I meet her again? Some say she away working as a principal in one of the Indian schools at the Emirates & will she back in my arms again before I die………………………………………comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ