Like all of you I'm a diehard Shraman fan and I love their chemistry. Can't miss the show for the world. I have another story to tell as well. Only difference is that this one is mine. I have kept my story a secret for too long and now I want to share it with you. Tell me what you think is going on here.
A Storm of Fire
As soon as the phone rang at 12 am, I felt my pulse pounding inside my chest. I picked up the phone and waited to hear him say my name. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. He asked me to call him back in two minutes. When I did, he began with his questions. Kaise ho aap? he asked softly. Main theek hun. Aur aap? Zinda hoon. Aise mat bolo, I protested. Aap mujhe miss kiya? Haan, of course kiya, I replied. Kyun? Mujh mein kya khaas hai? I'm not at all special. Special hai, I countered. My father just told me about two suitable boys whose fathers have asked for my hand in marriage. One is a businessman and owns a tech company in Gurgaon, is rolling in money. The other is a doctor has his own hospital in Delhi. What's so special about them? Mr. Bond remained quiet for a moment then replied, you should marry one of them. You won't find such good matches easily. I'm no good for you.
This made me furious. It felt like he was intentionally trying to push me away. Why? I wasn't going to back down though. Listen, I said, I don't care how much money these men make. I can make earn and feed myself. Thank you very much! This is no way to judge a person, especially for marriage. Which is not a long term investment! Its a bond for life and needs love, trust and hardwork. Money will not make me happy. Isme koi khushi nahi hai. Samajh aaya??! I finished with rage coursing through my veins. Haan, aaya, he said calmly. Mujhe pata hai meri biwi ko kaise khush karna hai. Then his voice changed to a lower tone. It slowly deepened to an arousing, silky note. Usko bistar pe litakar, upar se neeche tak apne haathon se chhukar. I breathed in sharply, lost for words, as a warm tremor ran down my spine. Saari hata kar, uski kamar par baar baar haath pher kar. I bit my lip to stop myself from gasping with the deep longing for his hands to touch my skin. Andar ke saare kapde daanto se phaad kar. He was stirring up a desire in me that was so visceral, so real and so agonizing, that I broke down and cried because I couldn't take it anymore. I was choking back my tears but it just got out of control. At that moment, the phone got disconnected, I had no balance left and I couldn't call back. So I buried my face in the pillow, moaning helplessly.
In less than a minute he called again. Are you ok? he asked tenderly. Are you ok? he repeated. But all I could do was sob softly. I had never felt so helpless and locked up with my desire. There was no way to express it. I didn't know what to say or what to do to help release this flow of emotion and longing that had built up, I was so desperate to spill over but I didn't know how to. Then I heard his soothing voice, saying Bolo, kya chahiye? Kya karun main? Ro mat. Bolo... jo bhi mann hai bolo.' An endearing voice that gently coaxed me and gave me the push to say what I needed. Bolo... Aap mere paas aa jao. Aur? Mere saath lait jao. Mujhe kass kar pakad lo. I want to be close to you, I want you inside me. Main aapke paas hi hun. Aapko baahon mein lekar. Ek ek inch par dheere dheere kisses kar raha hun. Haathon ko. Shoulders ko, neck par, gaalon par, kamar par, thighs par, upar se neeche tak. I took in a gulp of air, weakening under his spell. Aapke dono haath mere haathon mein hain, fingers phansakar. Acha lag rha hai? Haan. Bohot. I tossed around in my bed, hugging my pillow, feeling his willowy touch, soaking in the desperate response of my body to his loving voice and trembling with passion burning every single inch of my body. Touch yourself, all over. Those are my hands. Ungli se chhuo, thighs ke beech mein, andar lekar jao. Main chhu raha hun. Lekar jao, andar tak. And I touched myself, deep inside, feeling him inside me, I let him take me to a place that I had never seen before, to a height of pleasure and love making that I had never been to. I rubbed myself harder and faster, moaning as an electric charge surged through me. Then, cradled in his voice, I reached an unbelievable explosion and came to a beautiful feeling at its end. He kissed me on my forehead and I felt the urge to love him like he had loved me but it was 5 am already. It was time to keep the phone down, though we really didn't want to. We promised to wait until the next phone call and I felt him smile with me. The night's memory fell over me like a cushioned blanket and I dissolved into a restful and content sleep.
Next post tomorrow.
