This one..is inspired by my dear friend....and
yeah ms nagger has to be part of it...we had talked about a shower scene last night..and.. was not too surprised to see it on TV...but here i have a twist!! have fun...!!
Sugar Me
Daadi and Annie could not stop giggling at the faux pas the newly weds had done, but it also warmed their hearts to know how insatiable they were. They teased the couple at breakfast table but Maan did not seem very jubilant about anything. He had quietly eaten and left with his usual "I am getting late for work" line.
Geet smiled as she went upstairs, she did not know she could tease her husband in this manner. Where did her bravado come from? When had she become so seductive that she could play with her husband. She blushed at the way she had caressed his lips and if Daadi and Annie had not interrupted may be he would have…, she did not complete the thought.
She was still wondering why he had slept on the sofa, was it really the light that was bothering him? Why was Maan staying away from her?
He had almost lost his control back in the bathroom, Maan mused. Her tantalizing touch had awakened the very need that he had taken pains to dampen last night. He was human after all. He was exerting monumental control over himself by resisting his very tempting wife and her overtures. He ached to be with her but the doctor's words reverberated in his mind. He had so wanted to kiss her but he knew if he did that, whatever little control he had left would fly out of the window.
He did not like behaving like an ogre but he had to do this for her. He promised himself that he would make up for this somehow but tonight he won't go home before she falls asleep so he won't have to fight his need for her.
Geet thought may be the best way to make up for being so demanding was to do something for him. He had taunted in the morning that he wanted a tasty breakfast. She decided she would make extra special dinner for him and his favorite chocolate cake.
After she made the dinner and dessert that evening, several calls to Maan had only resulted in him being either monosyllabic in response or downright avoiding her with excuses.
Sulky and dejected, Geet decided she would sleep in the outhouse as the light seemed to bother him anyway and Maan had slept on the sofa. So, she made an excuse to Daadima and went to the outhouse.
To while away time and also to take the grime off of her after the baking session, she decided to take a shower before she hit the bed.
"Eh lo,"she talked to herself looking at the mirror, "kya fayda inke liye kuch karne ka, ab woh ghar par time pe bhi nahi aa rahe."
She had gone into the bathroom and was fiddling with the shower which again seemed to be acting up on her. She muttered at the audacity of even the shower not functioning.
"Ye lo, pehle Maan, ab ye phuara…sab mujhe hi pareshan karenge… mein ab naha bhi nahi sakti…"
Just then she heard a noise outside in the bedroom and asked… "kaun hai?"
Just then two things happened, first Maan burst through the door and the shower as if waiting for Maan decided to start, soaking her and spraying him too.
Maan not mindful of the shower, walked up to Geet, held her by the shoulder and roared, "Tum kahan thi…"
"Mein yahin…meine daadi se bhi kaha tha…ki aaj…mein…woh…kya hua..aap aise kyon ghabraye…hue lag rahe hain…?" she asked.
Maan just pulled her into his arms and muttered, "Tum mujhe kitna pareshan karti ho… kya jaroorat thi…yahan aane ki…aur..jab meine tumhein monitor mein nahi dekha…toh..mujhe..laga… " and held her tighter.
"Mein theek hoon Maan, mein toh shower karne aayee thi…par..woh ye..phuara..chal nahi raha tha…" she explained as she lifted one hand under the shower to show that it had a mind of its own just like her husband.
Maan did not want to hear anything and demanded, "Chup bilkul chup, tum yahan kyon aayee…?"
"Kyon mein apne mayke nahi aa sakti?" tilting her chin up she countered squarely.
"Haan, par…" he tried to put in word edgewise but Geet put a hand on his mouth and said softly, "Daadi ne bhi kaha ki larki ko mayke jaana theek hai kyon ki pag phere ki rasam bhi toh karni thi… toh aaj ki raat mein yahan rahoongi aur phir kal aap mujhe lene aa jaana…" she completed what daadi had explained to her when she had requested to go to outhouse for the night.
"Par tum akeli nahi rahogi." He commanded.
"Haan, toh theek hai na… aap yahan reh sakte hain…" she had not wanted to say that but being in his arms, she could not deny anything to this man whom she loved so much.
Maan now less agitated realized how wet his wife was and how the wet tendrils that curled were twining his heart in them and heightened his desire. He groaned his need and nuzzled her neck and traced the line of water from the base of her throat to her ear and took the lobe in his mouth.
"Oh!" muttered Geet as she arched into him, fusing their bodies as if there was no barrier between them. The clothes were wet and stuck to them like second skin. He outlined the shape of her ear with his tongue and dipped to lick off the drops.
Geet's eyes closed and murmured, "agar aap aise hi pyar kareinge, toh do din kya, mein aapka…janam janam intezzar karne ke liye tayyar hoon…"
Maan feeling contrite for having denied both of them the pleasure that was rightfully theirs carried her her to the bedroom. He slowly removed the wet clothes and made slow love to her silencing the voices that told him to exercise caution. His love now had flowed over the dam and was unstoppable.
He gathered her into his arms and apologized for coming late and missing the scrumptious dinner she had made.
Geet then informed him about the dessert and Maan swiftly got up, put on a toweling robe and went down to the kitchen praying no one would find him in semi undressed state. He took the cake out of the fridge, couple of spoons and went back to the outhouse.
He saw, Geet had slipped on a robe as well and he announced that they were going to have dessert out on the terrace in moonlight.
He asked her to relax and set out a mat, couple of pillows and set the cake next to it after lighting a few candles around the area. He then brought his wife out onto the terrace, holding her hand.
Once set, he cut a piece of cake and held it to her lips. Geet held his hand and signaled him to have it as well. He took a bite from one end and she from the other. Looking lovingly into her eyes, Maan 's desire shone with merriment and he instead of giving her a bite, he took the cake away and kissed her on the lips.
Startled she hit him on the shoulder forgetting that she had cake on her hand. Maan, taking that as an excuse, asked her to clean it up. Geet pretended to clean it and suddenly smeared his face with some of the cake. Maan grumbled, "Oho, toh…ab aap shararat kareingi…" and took a piece of cake and smeared it on her face.
Soon their fight took a different turn and they smeared each other with cake on the v that the robes made.
Maan tempted at the way her breasts were covered with cake pulled her to him, parted the robe and licked off the cake.
Geet suddenly embarrassed asked, "Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?"
Maan pulled back a little tilted his head and replied softly, "Meri ek biwi hai, jisne ye cake banayee hai, toh mein usse waste nahi kar sakta…toh kha raha hoon…"
"Maan…" she whispered.
"Hmm…"he voiced as he continued licking off the cake and took her breast in his mouth and relished himself on it.
Geet tugged his hair, pulling him up and asked with some boldness, "Aur ye kya kar rahe hain?"
"Woh mein thank you keh raha hoon, kyon ki cake banane waali ki wajah se mujhe itni achchi treat mili na…"
Geet laughed and kissed him as soon both of them were lost in each other with moon as the witness to their love and the candles burning the way they were for each other.
Once satiated, they showered again and slept blissfully in each other's arms.
Pour Some Sugar on Me – Def Leppard
Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, hey hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Your man, hey, hey!)
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
Come on! Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah
Listen, red light, yellow light, green light, go
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up)
I loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah
You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cause I'm hot, so hot, sticky sweet
(Hot!)
From my head, my head to my feet
(Head!)
Do you take sugar, one lump or two?
Take a bottle, take a bottle
Shake it up, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Break it up
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me, oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me, ooh
Pour some sugar on me, yeah
Sugar me
Shiv Shakti
29