- Read more books
- Travel more
- Watch more movies
- Develop deep thinking
- Figure out the goal
- Work on that goal
- Be calm and composed
- Laugh more
- Run
- Eat better
- Stop wasting time on Facebook
- Keep searching beauty
- Stop lying
- Stop giving advice
- Meditate
- Meet new people
- Journey within myself
- Learn music
- Not give promises
- Write more.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
New year Resolutions : 2015
Monday, December 8, 2014
Lecher - II
I married the wrong girl. What the fucking fuck, how can I marry the wrong girl. What was I thinking or wasn't thinking anything at all. I saw her photo on the internet, and I became blind. She was as white as pure marble with red tinged cheeks, long pointed nose, soft pink lips, big limitless eyes filled with mascara, hair falling down her face like brush strokes of a renaissance painting. Nothing less than a film star. I couldn't believe how can a girl like her say yes to me. I thought this was my golden compensation god has given me for all the shit that has happened to me all my life. But boy was I wrong.
It started at a local restaurant. She was wearing a black short skirt and a white top with flowers all around. I could see through her top that she is wearing a red bra. I can kill for a red bra, its the sexiest thing a girl can wear. I keep visiting lingerie sites to see girls displaying red bras. Her thighs were looking like the road to heaven, white, alluring, enticing, forcing you to gaze into them. She wore long heels with shiny cheap jewelry all around the rim. I had to cross my legs for it was too much for me too handle.
"So how are you? I'm so glad you could meet me. " she started.
"I was dying to meet you."
"Oh come on don't flatter me "
"No I'm not. I'm praying you say yes to me"
"Not so soon baby" and she laughs little too loudly and bites her lips, the guys from the nearby table stare at us.
"I keep looking at your pictures, all the time. In the office, while travelling, while reading, while eating. I am getting addicted to your beauty" I confess.
"Awww! baby, I like it so much when you say this"
"I can say this all the time but we are getting late for the movie. Lets leave for it soon"
"Yes lets go"
I see her from behind, and imagine how would they look without any covering. Will it feel good to spank them with the palm of my hand, making a sharp sound, of course it will.
We leave for the nearby cinema hall.
It is an evening show but the movie isn't so popular so I didn't expect much crowd to show up. I get the tickets and finally we enter the hall.
So the movie begins. It's a story of an English king who can't control his speech. I lose interest soon.
I always think why it's so dark inside the movie theater, it's not that we can't see the movie in the bright light. I think has a rather deeper purpose to it.
So shes sitting besides me staring at the movie screen. I look at her side face . She is immersed in the movie, sitting innocently like a baby. She looks like an angel, an angel who has step down to meet me for reasons unknown. After sometime my eyes roll down her body automatically. I don't know why this happens but I would assume it's natural. Her cleavage is my drug. The separation two white breasts attracts me like fresh food pulls a tramp.
I whisper "I love you", she doesn't listen. I repeat reaching for her ear this time "I love you baby". She says, " What?" "I said I love you" , she looks at me with teary eyes. "I love you too"
She holds my hand tight, fingers crossed in fingers. I could feel her finger rings. She glances at me smiles and keeps on watching the movie. I have no interest in the movie at all so I look at the people sitting nearby. I see a teenage boy sitting in the row next to mine with an elderly lady, maybe his mother. But something doesn't feel right with the way they are sitting, arm in arm.
I turn towards her and see the reflection of the movie falling on her chest. Unintelligible color flashes are moving through her hair. She looks towards me I quickly put on my hand on her neck. I feel it slowly until she can't stop looking at me. Her neck is so smooth and soft and it full of blood. I can feel that she's trembling, and breathing slowly like on a chill winter morning. She says "Stop .. Please " but I don't 'cos I can't.
I let my right hand slide inside her bra. She gives me a shocking look like she has seen a ghost. They feel so soft so warm and so big. I am sure she has never been touched before like the way I'm touching her. I caress her hard nipples and she shrinks herself taking a deep breathe in. I try to embrace all the area of it so that nothing is left behind, and nothing is unconquered. There's a sound and she suddenly she throws my hand out. I sit back, stare at the dark endless roof top and close my eyes.
During the interval, I go to the rest room. On my way I see a girl standing with a guy from my office. Shes a bit chubby but her black spectacles, and red lipstick give her a seductive look. I look at her and She stares into my eyes, smiles. I move past her.
As I start doing my thing, suddenly I hear, "Hey man you came here for the movie?"
"Oh hi, yes. But it wasn't a good decision"
"Man I have come here with a girl I met on an internet forum. She's amazing"
"Really. Every girl is amazing if you ask me"
"Oh yeah brother, I will tell you the whole story later. Ok see you at the office."
The movie starts again and I feel dizzy. That girl is still on my mind. I can sense the signals and most often my intuition is right. My girl is saying something to me but I'm not able to hear it due to loud sound of the movie, I just nod my head.
"Baby you look so beautiful while watching the movie" , she doesn't seem to hear it. I again look at all the people sitting in front of me the boy sitting in the front row is now kissing the lady I thought to be his mother. That's too much for me.
I grab her hand and put it on top of my zip. She doesn't understand at first but soon she comprehends. And she tries to pull her hand back, but I don't allow her to. I pull it out of my pants and place it in her hand. She looks it me totally flummoxed and speechless. "Just do it slowly", " What? ... NO "
I guide her hand slowly over my organ, make her hold it and move it up and down. She is hardly interested in doing this. But she keeps doing it. After some time I leave her hand and she continues while watching movie. "Its so huge, when will it be done?" "Soon enough, hold it from the bottom and go till the top" "That's what I'm doing."
You go into a zone, a pleasurable zone where nothing can hurt you but only make you excited. Its relaxing, like putting aching feet in hot water, or changing into your comfortable clothes. Your breath rate, heart rate increases and sometimes you shiver too, and become thoughtless in the end.
So we leave for the door. And she puts her arm around my arm leaning a bit on my shoulder. It's chilly outside and I'm feeling satisfied. Few bikers go past us, staring at my girl and passing some lewd comments. I stand there saying nothing to them, and she looks at me expecting that I would do something in revolt. But I don't.
We take a cab and move towards our home. She doesn't talk to me during whole of the journey and keeps on looking outside the window. I fall asleep on the backseat while listening to the radio.
*** This is the 2nd part of a multi-post series. For other parts of the story please explore the Blog. ***
It started at a local restaurant. She was wearing a black short skirt and a white top with flowers all around. I could see through her top that she is wearing a red bra. I can kill for a red bra, its the sexiest thing a girl can wear. I keep visiting lingerie sites to see girls displaying red bras. Her thighs were looking like the road to heaven, white, alluring, enticing, forcing you to gaze into them. She wore long heels with shiny cheap jewelry all around the rim. I had to cross my legs for it was too much for me too handle.
"So how are you? I'm so glad you could meet me. " she started.
"I was dying to meet you."
"Oh come on don't flatter me "
"No I'm not. I'm praying you say yes to me"
"Not so soon baby" and she laughs little too loudly and bites her lips, the guys from the nearby table stare at us.
"I keep looking at your pictures, all the time. In the office, while travelling, while reading, while eating. I am getting addicted to your beauty" I confess.
"Awww! baby, I like it so much when you say this"
"I can say this all the time but we are getting late for the movie. Lets leave for it soon"
"Yes lets go"
I see her from behind, and imagine how would they look without any covering. Will it feel good to spank them with the palm of my hand, making a sharp sound, of course it will.
We leave for the nearby cinema hall.
It is an evening show but the movie isn't so popular so I didn't expect much crowd to show up. I get the tickets and finally we enter the hall.
So the movie begins. It's a story of an English king who can't control his speech. I lose interest soon.
I always think why it's so dark inside the movie theater, it's not that we can't see the movie in the bright light. I think has a rather deeper purpose to it.
So shes sitting besides me staring at the movie screen. I look at her side face . She is immersed in the movie, sitting innocently like a baby. She looks like an angel, an angel who has step down to meet me for reasons unknown. After sometime my eyes roll down her body automatically. I don't know why this happens but I would assume it's natural. Her cleavage is my drug. The separation two white breasts attracts me like fresh food pulls a tramp.
I whisper "I love you", she doesn't listen. I repeat reaching for her ear this time "I love you baby". She says, " What?" "I said I love you" , she looks at me with teary eyes. "I love you too"
She holds my hand tight, fingers crossed in fingers. I could feel her finger rings. She glances at me smiles and keeps on watching the movie. I have no interest in the movie at all so I look at the people sitting nearby. I see a teenage boy sitting in the row next to mine with an elderly lady, maybe his mother. But something doesn't feel right with the way they are sitting, arm in arm.
I turn towards her and see the reflection of the movie falling on her chest. Unintelligible color flashes are moving through her hair. She looks towards me I quickly put on my hand on her neck. I feel it slowly until she can't stop looking at me. Her neck is so smooth and soft and it full of blood. I can feel that she's trembling, and breathing slowly like on a chill winter morning. She says "Stop .. Please " but I don't 'cos I can't.
I let my right hand slide inside her bra. She gives me a shocking look like she has seen a ghost. They feel so soft so warm and so big. I am sure she has never been touched before like the way I'm touching her. I caress her hard nipples and she shrinks herself taking a deep breathe in. I try to embrace all the area of it so that nothing is left behind, and nothing is unconquered. There's a sound and she suddenly she throws my hand out. I sit back, stare at the dark endless roof top and close my eyes.
During the interval, I go to the rest room. On my way I see a girl standing with a guy from my office. Shes a bit chubby but her black spectacles, and red lipstick give her a seductive look. I look at her and She stares into my eyes, smiles. I move past her.
As I start doing my thing, suddenly I hear, "Hey man you came here for the movie?"
"Oh hi, yes. But it wasn't a good decision"
"Man I have come here with a girl I met on an internet forum. She's amazing"
"Really. Every girl is amazing if you ask me"
"Oh yeah brother, I will tell you the whole story later. Ok see you at the office."
The movie starts again and I feel dizzy. That girl is still on my mind. I can sense the signals and most often my intuition is right. My girl is saying something to me but I'm not able to hear it due to loud sound of the movie, I just nod my head.
"Baby you look so beautiful while watching the movie" , she doesn't seem to hear it. I again look at all the people sitting in front of me the boy sitting in the front row is now kissing the lady I thought to be his mother. That's too much for me.
I grab her hand and put it on top of my zip. She doesn't understand at first but soon she comprehends. And she tries to pull her hand back, but I don't allow her to. I pull it out of my pants and place it in her hand. She looks it me totally flummoxed and speechless. "Just do it slowly", " What? ... NO "
I guide her hand slowly over my organ, make her hold it and move it up and down. She is hardly interested in doing this. But she keeps doing it. After some time I leave her hand and she continues while watching movie. "Its so huge, when will it be done?" "Soon enough, hold it from the bottom and go till the top" "That's what I'm doing."
You go into a zone, a pleasurable zone where nothing can hurt you but only make you excited. Its relaxing, like putting aching feet in hot water, or changing into your comfortable clothes. Your breath rate, heart rate increases and sometimes you shiver too, and become thoughtless in the end.
So we leave for the door. And she puts her arm around my arm leaning a bit on my shoulder. It's chilly outside and I'm feeling satisfied. Few bikers go past us, staring at my girl and passing some lewd comments. I stand there saying nothing to them, and she looks at me expecting that I would do something in revolt. But I don't.
We take a cab and move towards our home. She doesn't talk to me during whole of the journey and keeps on looking outside the window. I fall asleep on the backseat while listening to the radio.
*** This is the 2nd part of a multi-post series. For other parts of the story please explore the Blog. ***
Friday, December 5, 2014
Lecher - I
I am a lecher. A lecherous man. A man who can’t control himself, a man whose devils have killed his angels. Is it biological, psychological, sociological, anthropological? Or is it not? Either way doesn't make a difference. I can’t live without it. I’m an addict I guess, that’s how they define people like us. But why did this happen? How did I get onto this path? Where is it leading? I don’t know. All I care about is finding something new, something untouched something that can be reveled upon and then ripped apart like a new set of gifts into glistering pieces. I decide to stop at many points but this comes up again like a ball that is forced down a pool. What is that I need, what is my cure? I don’t know maybe I’m cursed to live in this fire forever, maybe to die in this.
*
She’s with me on my bed. I see her breasts move up and down while she’s riding on top of my abdomen. They are not too big but they look like smooth hills with brown bulges at the top. I caress them gently and roll my fingers on the nipples. They become red, warm. She closes her eyes tightly while moving her head sideways and upwards, in a slow motion. I can see that her body is so white as milk with small black moles which seem like planted on purpose to make it more artistic. With slender arms which are on my shoulders, she moves her body slowly up and down, as if starting a fire in my vital parts. I hold her tightly from her waist and I know I will make deep impressions on her skin but I don’t care. I want her to take me as much inside of her as possible and then some more. I want to travel inside and get completely entrenched in the shell of her body.
I force her to get on all fours, and she obeys like a scared bitch. The long black hair hanging from her shoulders, make her look like a mare. Her behinds are so full of flesh like overfilled cushions only much softer, demanding attention. I pat them with my hand and they produce a crack sound. She looks towards me from the corner of her eyes, crying for sympathy but I know she wants more and she can’t wait for it. I hold both the butt-cheeks with my hands and part them to reveal her priced oversexed pussy. I take my finger and keep moving it along the surface of the pussy, as if testing it like a doctor. I feel every nearby area but never enter the cave. She can’t hold it any longer I know, her time bomb is ticking.
The wait is getting harder, my mind is getting heavier, and our hearts are beating faster.I pull her hair towards myself as I enter her from behind, with a jerk. Like a master I am commanding her when to stop and when to go start. She’s my slave. I put my hand into her mouth and ask her to bite and she bites as hard as an obedient dog bites on a bone. She keeps on biting until I’m forced to take my hand out oozing with pain and slap her face. She doesn't say anything. My whole body is trembling with joy and pleasure; small drops of my sweat fall on her hourglass shaped waist with accumulating on the bone running through its middle. I scratch the surface of her back as if it is my last hope of survival and I’m falling down a cliff, drops of blood appear. The rhythmic moaning continues incessantly until I fall on her back, tired after infusing her with my fluid, feeling little lighter, warmer, and wet.
*
She’s looking at me. No she isn't. Of course she is staring. Oh I love that. I love dusky girls with minimal makeup, black hair and shinning nose rings. This is the type I like the most. My penchant. I order 60ml Johnnie Walker whiskey on the rocks. I always like it on the rocks, when it has a strong flavor. Water erodes its taste and smell and I can’t tolerate that. I wonder what normal people think when they come to a bar. I can think of only one thing. Everyone has a life; everyone has a job and hobbies, hopes and dreams. I have only one.
I can see her pointed nipples. Maybe she’s not wearing a bra or it’s something else. They have come out after hearing a signal. She’s wearing a black top which is made up of a thin transparent cloth. Sometimes she bends a little down to listen to her friends in the crowded noisy atmosphere and I can see what she is made up of. How to devour her I know quite well and I can sense she can feel my presence. She seems fresh like a moist leaf in the morning. I’m sure when I will unpack her she’ll say continuously stop me and simultaneously help me to take her clothes off by rising her hands. Her treasure will be untouched and pious, and the perfect sacrament for my gods.
She’s smiling way too often trying to tell me something but can’t in the presence of her friends. Being drunk off course, she knows where to look. I am staring in her bottomless eyes with concentration of a black tiger not moving even a bit, not leaving any trace. My legs are folded above each other in a silly manner like a snake rolled around a tree in quite desperation.I get up to pay the bill and start to move towards her. She’s not looking towards me but I can’t look anywhere else. I’m about to reach her and she startlingly moves her head above, towards me. I take her head firmly into my hands and bend down to kiss her lips. Time moves a bit slower than usual.
Just as I’m about to touch them I feel a strong push on my ribs and I fall on the floor. It seems like a dream, with lights too heavy and the ruckus too loud to comprehend anything. I forget where I am.
--- to be continued ---
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)