At first it was
just commenting on each other’s works, reviewing and criticizing.
Soon, we were
in-boxing; at first just getting to know how each other’s day had been, sharing
daily experiences, just the kind of talk virtual mutual friends can share.
Then, it became something else – exchanging our views on life, likes and
dislikes, and the generics that governed us. Ultimately it turned suggestive,
and seductive. Sexy emails were sent and replied to, photos and e-cards sent
from time to time. We chatted late in the night, laughed and talked like we had
known each other for years. It was not surprising when one day we had a go at
cyber sex which became our occasional shenanigans.
Subsequently, we
exchanged cell phone numbers and we talked for hours on end until we decided
that the long distance was killing us. We had to meet.
That’s how I
ended up in Maharastra, Mumbai.
There was a
delay at the airport, but I was sure Suvali would be waiting when I cleared
with the immigration three hours later.
And when we at
last met, there was no surprise in store – she was the exact copy of the virtual
she I knew; only that she’s more stunning in person.
“I live alone,
Issa. You know my Miss Independent lifestyle. Let’s go home first, we be
tourists tomorrow.”
“As you wish,
sweetie. I’m all yours.”
Guess I was not
going to my hotel.
Thus it was then
that I threw away all the caution about meeting online lovers for the first
time. I trusted this girl who couldn’t be a day older than twenty if her face
was anything to go by, though she was twenty four. I had ten years on her, but what
has age got to do with love?
At her house, a
one-storey apartment, we had a sumptuous meal with the trademark chili of
Indian cuisine.
When we were
done she told me that she was the dessert and the idea itself send adrenalin
rushing through my body.
She took off her
sari revealing a black lace bra and provocative lingerie I only saw from
photo-shopped photos being worn by Hollywood women. She began to dance to the
music that was playing, an outlandish dance move that seemed to borrow from
Jenifer Lopez and Britney Spears’ Womanizer. She sang along,
interweaving with Dostana's lyrics of Desi Girl, a song she had dedicated to
me those first days.
She moved
towards me, gyrating her hips in a calculated seduction move, and as I devoured
the sight before me I felt a surge of obscene desire course through my body. I
began to tumescent in my briefs.
I did not know
what to do, so I just sat there.
She reached for
me and began undressing me, and I let her do it. Who wouldn’t anyway?
“Issa boy,
you’re so endowed. According to the Kama Sutra, you’re a bull. Your lingam
is the right tool for me.
She took my already twitching shaft in her
small, soft hands and before I could do something, like cup her breasts – which
were already full and nipples so erected they pointed at the ceiling – she took
me in her mouth. Her lips slid up and down the diamond hard dick with
deliberate slowness. When I was about to come, she licked the pre-come and
stopped.
She took my hand
and introduced it to her warm, slippery vagina.
“Touch my yoni,
Issa. I want you to touch me.”
Under my touch,
I felt her vulva lips open like a lotus flower bud, swell and moisten. She
guided me into her yoni, and the clitoris, and I did not need to be told
what to do. Occasionally, I inserted my tongue inside her vagina, tasting her salty,
yet sweet, liquids.
“Aaaaaaagh.
Eeeeeeeegh.” She moaned as I administered to her fluttering labia.
“Issa, babe. I
am so ready for you. I want you now… when you’re ready, my yoni is
awaiting your lingam. I’m fluttering like a butterfly in there…”
I slid into her, slowly, her labia so soft and
feathery to the head of my almost exploding lingam, and fit into her
interior like no other, leaving no crevice untouched.
Suvali pulled her legs up, one on each side of
me until they were in a V. I felt my tumescence grow inside her, and I sank
deeper.
As though that
was not enough, she reached up, grabbing each leg at her knees, pulling them
tight to her chest. With her legs doubled up against each other I felt her
widen more and I sank even deeper, to the deepest core of her womanhood, the
whole of her female essence covered me.
I began to move
in and out of her, and with every thrust I could feel strength seeping out of
me while taking in some at the same time, exploring her inner depths and inner
folds of her flower. The world around disappeared and our bodies, one conduit
of pure unadulterated pleasure where nothing mattered than devouring the taste
of nirvana this Desi Girl had provided.
I lost myself in
the seamless movement, and as I reached way up inside her, a shivering wave of
ecstasy seized me. I heard Suvali gasp and moan my name, “O Issa…”
At that
instance, I felt the warm gush of her orgasm and I grew even bigger, pushed
harder, and faster. With an explosion that deafened the explosive ecstasy I
spew my hot liquids inside her just as I felt a surge of powerful energy.
I felt all the
liquids boil inside her, scalding me, seeping out of her yoni and
coating our thighs.
We luxuriated
just for a brief moment in the lethargy that comes from truly ecstatic
lovemaking. I discovered that her yoni had really awaited my lingam
for I saw the trace of her innocence when she stood up, knelt above my chest
and let all what her ravenous pudenda had held pour onto me.
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