part 3

He pulled me towards the shower and held me firm in place. He lightly caressed my shoulders and gave me a once over making me feel a little conscious about how I looked. I know he loved the way I looked although I was on the chubbier side something which most men may not find attractive. Somehow he loved me for how I was and I loved him for loving and accepting me the way I was. He always made me feel pretty. He held my face in his hands and dipped down to capture my lips in a soft and subtle kiss. It was electrifying every inch of my body. Every cell was calling out to him begging him to take me then and there as if they had missed his touch. It felt as if a part of me that had been dormant for quite some time was awakened.

He turned the shower and let water lightly drizzle over my body. He watched the trail of water make its path on my skin and looked me in the eye before dipping down and catching the water droplet which wet my nipple. The sudden contact of his warm mouth on my cold skin caused the hairs on my back to stand upright and a light moan to escape my lips. I closed my eyes enjoying his touch on my sensitive parts. His index finger moved around my areola before subtlely moving down south cupping my nether regions. In a reflex I caught hold of his hand so that he wouldn't move it away like last time. He looked up at me and softly whispered, "I am not letting you go this time, love." I didn't know which context he meant, I hoped he meant his cupped hand around my womanhood.

He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist and rubbed my clit before entering one finger slowly and I could feel my walls clench around his finger. He slowly inserted two fingers to contract my tightened hole and increased the pace almost making me cum. No way was I going to cum so early. I wanted more of him and I am not letting him go any time sooner. I quickly placed my palm in front of my mouth to prevent the escapade of my vicious moans. This was going overboard - the simultaneous suckling of my breasts to the point where he would draw milk along with him finger - raping my vagina. He looked up at me and stopped.

What the fuck is he doing? Is he going to leave at this point?

He stepped back and looked at me with an apologetic look.

"I am sorry love, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

Is he serious right now? Is he going to leave me high and dry? I wanted to smash his fucking head to the wall right now.

I stared back, my eyes burning with desire and need for him. I yanked his hair and pulled his face towards me smashing his lips against mine. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed against his manhood showing him how much I needed this. The least he could do was satisfy me right now.

He smirked cunningly and said, "Leave me again and I will torture you this way for the rest of your life."

Having said that he placed me in the bath tub and got behind me placing in between his legs, his manhood rubbing against my buttock. The water was warm and the fragrance of my bubble bath filled the air. Had he known this would happen?

He slowly massaged my back and kissed my shoulder line moving all the way to the nape of my neck. His arms wrapped around me holding me tightly as though I were a dream and would disappear if he let go. I knew then that no matter what we would always love each other. Even if we were not meant to be.

I turned my head slightly and kissed him. His hands dipped down south, now inserting three fingers and rapidly fucking my vagina. I was definitely going to cum with the pace he was going with. I held onto him and moaned loudly unable to hold it in. I was definitely going to lose to him. Definitely.

And I did. In a matter of seconds.

He pulled out his fingers and groaned in frustration. I looked back puzzled as to what had happened that left him so irritated.

"I wanted to taste you love. But the water seemed to have washed every single drop of you. We definitely shouldn't have entered the tub now."

I laughed at his cute face and kissed him before positioning myself on the periphery of the tub resting my back and using my two hands as support and placing my legs around his shoulders. I could now see thirst in his eyes. He held onto my hips holding me up so that his mouth could face my womanhood.

He softly kissed my inner thighs and licked them before trailing his tongue inside and then floating away back to my thighs. Such a fucking tease. I let go of one hand lifting myself slightly to balance myself and held onto his hair and pushed his face towards my womanhood. He laughed lightly fanning a breath making me shiver in delight. Then swiping his tongue on my labia, he softly kissed it and locked his eyes with mine and licked the inner lips and outer lips simultaneously. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore so I closed my eyes to save myself from the embarrassment. He slowly stretched me a little to open my dignity and lick my clitoris and nuzzled his face in my pussy tickling me. Thankfully his beard didn't seem to prick me. He swept his tongue again and sucked my clit making me moan and pant for air. My hips bucked up trying to cover more of his face. Could he not just live there for the rest of his life? 

He brushed his lips every now and then before licking my slit. I couldn't cum again. No way. But with the way he was working his magic down there I was sure I would squirt on his face. If I wasn't sure then I was sure now because he inserted his tongue inside my hole and rubbed against my clitoris with his fingers, making me scream in pleasure. 

I shall almost faint if this continued. 

I held onto his hair pushing him more inside and he worked his magic on me without complaints. He switched his tongue with his fingers and licked my clitoris whilst finger fucking me again. As he increased the pace, I came all over his face and would have definitely lost balance hadn't he held me in place. I was too tired to even get up. My legs were jelly. So he got out of the tub first and picked me up in his arms. 

"How about I take you to bed and wiped you clean, love?" 

part 2

His hands ventured south, his hands palming my buttocks and kneading them as though they were a piece of dough. Ever so lightly his fingers would traverse the crack in between my butts making me moan in need for him. 

I couldn't control but because my hands were tied I couldn't do anything about it. I had to lay low and wait until the iron rod was red hot to be struck. 

He climbed over me and came closer to my ears only to lightly blow over it, a moan escaping my already parted lips. 

"I am going to make you suffer, so that you will never leave me ever again." Those words were supposed to sound scary but to be honest they only made me more wet. This man was definitely going to be the death of me. 

He turned me over and kissed my cheeks, my nose, my chin and my forehead very conveniently omitting my lips. I rose my head up to catch his lips in between mine only for him to move backward. He pushed me back down and leaned on me, his lips hovering over mine, his minty breath fanning my face. Oh god why was he torturing me so much? I hate him already. 

I closed my eyes anticipating the touch of those plump luscious lips which have always managed to take my breath away. I could have never in my wildest dreams have thought about how I would live without those kisses, but I had been living a lie wasn't I? But then I suddenly felt him move away. What the fuck was he doing with me? 

My eyes flew open to see him sit up and almost get up. My legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer making him fall on me. 

"Untie my hands." I commanded. 

"What if I don't, love?" He asked with a sly smile marring his handsome face. 

"Then I will fuck you without them." I replied irritated and quickly smashed my lips on his. For a while he didn't respond to the kiss, but I could care less for I was too thirsty for him now. I had to do this or else it would take forever for me to gain enlightenment and satiety. My hips raised and I rubbed against him, a light groan escaping into my mouth. I slowly swiped my tongue on his lower lips and his hands roughly grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him almost grinding against his crotch. He slightly parted giving me permit to enter his mouth and lightly sucked on my tongue. Exchanging spit was a token of affection wasn't it? 

He slowly untied my hands while sucking on my tongue. My hands quickly wrapped around his neck and roamed his back desperate to feel him. He had definitely gained a lot of muscle and felt fuller. I was happy he had been taking care of himself. He sat with me on his lap kissing me like never before. We parted to catch our breath, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. 

We stared into each other's eyes and that was when I realized he was too covered. So I slowly took off his shirt and pants and pushed him on his back and got on top. Now I was going to play him the way he had done to me. 

I sat on his crotch and rubbed against him holding his shoulders without actually entering him. He grunted lightly and held onto my hips moving them to and fro. I bent down to kiss him but then I remembered what he was doing to me a while back. So I came back up while he looked at me with utter confusion in his eyes. I smirked at his ignorance and got off him and kissed his forehead and ran off to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. 

I heard knocks and lots of cussing on the other side so I decided to just let him in. As I opened the door I found him fuming with anger. I softly smiled and held his hand and pulled him inside and pushed him against the wall. 

"Do you think I didn't miss you?" I asked with guilt in my eyes. He stared back but didn't reply. I softly kissed him on his lips and as I was about to let go, he grabbed me and kissed me back roughly as though he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. His hands moved down my butt and grabbed onto it and slowly kneaded them. 

"I missed you and that's all I care about." was all he replied before he turned me around and moved my hair to one side exposing the other and softly blew on it. 

"How about a shower right now love?" 

A broken heart or a broken bed? part 1

It was 8:30pm already and I was already dreaming about my bed. Oh how I wanted to just lay on it and cover myself with my silk sheets. I didn't care about my dinner or my pending work, all I could fantasize about was my bed. Oh how I wanted to freely fall and bounce on my mattress!

I clicked the lock of my apartment open and entered my apartment. I switched on the light illuminating my safe haven. I shut my door and locked it with a click signifying my safety and out of nowhere a gag went around my mouth and I was pushed towards a hard muscled chest. 

"shhhh! Just keep calm and I will take the gag off." He whispered lightly breathing into my ears causing goosebumps to form.

I knew I was at his mercy so I stayed quiet trying to catch my breath, my heart hammering against my chest. I was just praying to God for him to let go of me. I was even ready to give away my monthly salary which I had just received to him so that he would leave me unharmed. He probably could sense that I was scared of him so he lightly massaged my arms up and down which slightly relaxed my tense shoulders. 

"Do you like how my hands feel on your skin, love?" It scared the hell out of me because I was actually feeling quite comfortable. Who was this guy? Why did he feel so familiar? 

His palms rubbed against my hands and I fell back onto his chest lightly. I could feel his breath fanning against my ears causing the hairs behind to stand upright. This seemed comfier than my bed. I hadn't seen his face yet and it scared me as to how comfortable his touch felt. I came out of my riviera and started struggling while he held onto me tightly. The more I struggled the more tightly he held onto me. Then I felt something cold against my neck and heard the sound of a click. It was a gun. 

"Love, you definitely do not and I mean it do not want me to shoot your brains out. I guess you would rather me fuck your brains out." He whispered huskily. I could feel something pool my nether regions and I felt quite ashamed for being so weak in front of a guy who was here to rob me. I quietly stood expecting him to take off the gun from the nape of my neck. As if keeping his promise, he removed the gun. As soon as he removed his weapon, I head butted him making him fall back a bit so that I could turn around and see who this culprit was. My eyes popped out of their sockets at the sight in front of me. What was 'he' doing here? Was this the reason why his touch felt so familiar? I quickly wripped the gag off my mouth and yelled, "What the hell are you even doing here?" 

"I missed you, I needed you so bad right now. Just let me be here with you right now?" 

Of course I would let him stay no matter how much he hurt me, I would always love him the same. He held my face in his hands and rested his forehead on mine. I wanted to have this one beautiful night with him right now no matter what. 

He looked me in the eyes as if waiting for my answer and I hummed a yes and he quickly picked me up in his arms and sat me down on a chair. He bent down to take off my sandals. 

"You have been working too hard honey, haven't you?" Having said that he stood up and went behind me and lightly massaged my shoulders relaxing my severely contracted muscles. Oh how much I needed this? His hands went upto my forehead with his thumb massaging in a centrifugal motion slightly pressing the pad of his thumb against the region between my eyebrows. As I felt better, I caught hold of his hand and looked up at him. He gave me a small smile and helped me stand up making me wobble on my feet. He quickly picked me up in his arms and placed me on my bed and slowly took off my clothes and pushed me on my back. He then went to the washroom and got some oil to rub against my body. He had totally planned this hadn't he? But was I going to complain now?

He quickly rubbed some oil between his hands and lightly massaged my shoulders slightly pressing against my acupuncture points. His hands then shamelessly moved on the mounds of my chest almost fondling and playing with them. I was totally at his mercy now and the hairs on my back stood up, arching my back. Oh good gracious God! He was totally going to make me suffer from these painful pleasures. His lightest touch sensitized my body to a whole new level. I looked into his eyes and found him staring at me while moving his hands to and fro around my mounds, my nipples almost piercing the air like sharp knives. He knew what he was doing because he lightly smirked at my condition and that was when I realized that my hands were tied. When the hell had he done that? Sneaky bastard. 

"Love, you always belonged to me, how could you even think of leaving me?" I knew he was still bitter about our unfortunate break up but that was the best at that point of time. I kept shut knowing it was no use saying anything. He would never leave me, now or ever. 

His hands roamed my chest for a long time before descending downwards massaging my abdomen. I squeazed my legs at the sensation created in the nether regions. Why had I given him so much power over me? 

Then sneakily his hands dipped down south and cupped my womanhood forcing a moan out of my throat. And then his hand left my cupped womanhood and travelled across to my inner thighs and down my calf muscles and then all the way down my feet and in between my toes and soles of my feet. I was so irritated and humphed in anger. I knew he was teasing me and avenging for all the plight I had given him. But I knew he would succumb. He definitely would. Once my hands touched him. So I shall let him enjoy until the reigns were transferred to my hand and I would ride him like the cowgirl I was. 

He held my right foot in his hands and looked me in the eye and placed the toe in his mouth and sucked it. I could hear him slurping my toe and it was extremely hot to handle. I wanted him inside of me already. I wanted him to fulfil that need and want which surfaced only when he touched me. He sucked every toe before moving onto the next foot and continuing the same all the while staring into my eyes. 

He let go off my feet and turned me over, my back facing him. He poured some oil on my back and slightly massaged it moving from centre to periphery. As his hands moved down my spine, I could feel a shiver run down along with his hand almost making my nether regions burst with need for him. I could feel myself clench at the thought of him doing such naughty things to me. Why had I even broken up with him in the first place? 

His hands moved the fluids of my body to various parts making my tense muscles relax underneath his touch and then he moved his hands in circular motion. I wish he would stop this nonsense and fuck me for good already. But I knew he was going to play me until I begged him to bury himself inside of me and satiate me for good. 

project igi - I'm going in? part 1

So let me share with you that beautiful evening which I had threaded in the chords of my heart. That evening which sent a shiver down my spine every time I thought about it. That evening which awakened sensations of my body which I had never known existed. That evening which showed me how beautiful love making could be, whosoever being the partner.

I received his phone call at around midday saying how much he wanted to be inside of me right then. Of course hearing that coming out of his mouth so shamelessly sent a weird chill down my spine. This was the first time he had talked to me that way. I never knew I could entice a male to that extent. Oh how I could already feel my walls clenching at the thought of him holding me in his arms and forcing himself inside of me. So I had very notoriously called my room mate asking her when her shift was getting over so that I could have some lone time with him. She probably understood the reason behind me asking her this question so she conveniently replied that she would be a little late and that I have the flat to myself as of now for the next 6 hours. I was getting 6 hours. 6 hours of non stop intercourse. I was already wet at the thought of having him with me for such a long time and then suddenly I felt ashamed for the promiscuity I was displaying. I was already jumping around, shaving away those extra hairs and picking out a matching red laced lingerie. I knew this would definitely turn him on even if he wasn't already.

The door bell rang signifying his arrival. I bit my lower lip in both anticipation and excitement - something which you would see in a girl getting laid for the first time. I opened the door and gave way for him to walk in and then suddenly the door was rammed shut. I was pushed to the door and a pair of plump, pale pink lips smashed onto mine without prior notice. My heart beat wildly and I could almost feel it come out of my ribcage. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed me with full fervor fulfilling a caveman's hunger and satiety. I loved rough sex and I knew it because he was going rough with me. Our lips were in sync with each other's and right then I could feel him harden against me and I knew he was in the palm of my hand. He swiped his tongue against my lower lip asking for entrance and I gladly opened my mouth letting him in. Our tongues battled for dominance and finally I let him win because I wanted him to overpower me in every way. We parted from each other and looked into each other's eyes and I could see his were clouded with lust. He wanted me now in every way he could. In all the positions kamasutra offered. I was panting loudly, my heart thudding against my chest and elephants stomping inside my stomach. This was the first time I felt this way for a man. He probably didn't want to waste even a minute because he attacked my neck with his tongue rolling it up and down forcing a soft moan out of my mouth and then suddenly he stopped as if finding what he was looking for, my sweet spot. He softly suckled it and I could feel my legs wrap around him even tighter. Fuck! How was he even doing all this to me. Had he known how my body would be to his touch. He carried me to my bedroom and threw me on my bed and without further ado tore open my shirt which was covering not only my dignity but also my bikini. I quickly covered myself with my hands and seeing that turned him even more rogue. He pulled my hands apart and held onto them with one and with his other hand ripped off the only piece of cloth encasing my dignity. He fondled with my breasts and looked me in the eye almost daring me to not look back. We were communicating with our eyes just the way animals did with our primal nature dancing around us locking us more and more into each other. He slowly lowered his lips onto my left nipple and suckled it whilst maintaining eye contact. I felt too embarrassed for I was topless while he was still dignified in front of me. I slowly moved his head and kissed his lips while helping him out of his shirt. He slowly unbuckled his belt while looking me in the eye again making me smirk at him and crawl towards him which made him raise his eyebrows. I bit onto the flyers of his trousers and slowly zipped it open. I looked back up only to find him looking at me as though I were his prey. He silently waited for me to continue whatever I was doing.

Pants along with boxers discarded, I found myself in between his legs. Holding him in my palm and moving it up and down, I looked up at him and realized how the tables had turned in a fraction of a second. I licked the tip slowly and torturously knowing how much he wanted to be inside of my mouth right now. But I wanted to play with him. Be the female dom for once and control him. I licked all the way down to his base and came back up and continued that until he groaned fisting my hair almost plucking them out. I quickly took him in my mouth his precum dripping against my lips. I continued the same fluid motion only this time my lips encircling his hardened self. Gradually I increased the pace and he almost yelled my name in pleasure. Oh how I loved hearing him call out my name! I removed my mouth from his boner and held him up his balls coming into my view. I licked it and he shrieked. For a moment I believed he disliked what I was doing so I came back up but then he told me that it sent out waves of pleasure almost wrecking havoc in his body. I smirked and came back up and kissed his lips. 

The beauty of my beast

Whilst she tossed away,

The vegetables on the wok,

Hair tied up in a messy bun,

Pacing her tiny stature around,

Ruling her very own kingdom,

And Serving the people of the nation,

Thawing the meat, 

With her secret sauce, 

The tyrant in her, 

Forces her to lift her rolling pin, 

For we refuse to gulp down, 

The sometimes tasteless meal, 

Oh how I could fall in love with that woman, 

All over again, 

For she is the one, 

That takes away my pain, 

When my bodily weather is low, 

Her energy is instantly high, 

As she sits the night, 

Cold compressing me with a drooping eye, 

Oh how I could fall in love with that woman, 

All over again, 

For she is the one, 

That takes away my pain, 

Babbling throughout the day, 

How the neighbourhood aunty may, 

Create some unwordly nuisance, 

Whilst forgetting

Her very own prudence, 

Oh how I could fall in love with that woman, 

All over again, 

For she is the one, 

That takes away my pain,

The only time one wishes to lend her their ears, 

The time she opens her mouth, 

A melodious voice escaping her soft supple lips, 

And the ragas dancing their very own ballet, 

Ringing one's ears, 

And finally serving a beautiful purpose,

Instead of the mayhem they cause, 

Once she turns into a gossip monger,

Oh how I could fall in love with that woman, 

All over again, 

For she will always be the one, 

Who takes away my pain......... 

To all the honorable men in my disastrous life

And there he was

The man who invaded my dreams 

Standing in his very own glory

Without a care in the world

Oh how would he know 

How his handsome moon face

Was striking the cords of my heart 

Or raising the hairs on the back of my neck 

Whilst he innocently smiled a toothy grin 

Of all the honorable men in my disastrous life 

Blazed in, the light to my darkness

Illuminating the night 

Like a morningstar 

Oh how I reckon 

Begging every shooting star

That crossed the starry sky 

Firing its own pathway

To prop his handsome self 

Onto my unworthy hands 

For all the honorable men in my disastrous life

There he stood 

Proud and pompous 

Illuminating the night 

Like a morningstar 

One fine morning he was trotting down the road

With bold and brisk strides

And my thirsty eyes drank in 

How the sun shone upon his princely self 

A halo surrounding his beautiful earthly presence 

Isolating him from all the honourable men I have met

Proving that the Almighty had 

Pit in enormous amounts of effort 

In carving every inch of his face 

Along with his shapely muscles 

Of all the honorable men in my disastrous life 

There he was 

Holding me in his arms 

And throwing me up with a promise 

Giggling like a baby at the sound of my voice 

Which shrieked 

"Paaaa" 

To all the things I have taken for granted

Age is just a number......

A very simple and common yet a heart-cord striking dialogue. A year consists of 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days......which at times just flies by like an eagle or crawls like a snail.

When I had turned 23, I felt like a know-it-all adult ready to blast her final year and that was when God put me through a test - an obstacle race. The first obstacle was something I couldn't jump over. It was placed too high for my legs to cross. For a moment, I felt as if I would rather stay down there than get my arse all worked up. To be honest, I think that was what I wanted. To stay there because I couldn't jump through. After all beggars cannot be choosers.

One fine day that place where I was standing stagnant like a puddle of muddy rainwater, suddenly seemed too toxic to stay. I couldn't breath and I knew I had to break free. Darwin's theory of 'survival of the fittest' seemed to ring a bell in my mind and that was when I had to move ahead which I did quite well. So what if I couldn't jump through!? I could climb up the obstacle and then get it over with. It was my way of winning the race and that was how I was going to do it. Everyone shared their own ways of crossing over the obstacle but I had my very own planned out quite well. I was not going to listen to the pitiful voices of my very own demons in my head which had almost succeeded in demoralising me and making me believe that I couldn't win. 

Life is like a relay race. At the end of the day, you realise you have been moving around in circles and ultimately reach where you had started thus completing a major lap of your race against life. What I am trying to convey is the fact, no matter how much I try to be something I am not and cover myself up with the fake facades, I clean my makeup to see the original me staring at me through the mirror with doe-like eyes.

The transition period of one year between the 23 to 24 years has definitely been a hectic one, but one amongst the finest in my life. The new me is more sober, more sophisticated, more independent and belongs to the modern era. The era in which women rule. The era in which independent women subdue the patriarchical society. The era where women fight back when taken against their will. The era where I will be one of the women who is a compilation of all these.

I committed mistakes; the same kind many a times. But I am not guilty, because I don't have time to repent. Rather I have time to find different solutions to that same problem. Who knows when which one works better! 

If one asked me how I realised that I had stepped into my adulting shoes and womaned up, I would smile softly and reply 

"The day I stopped searching for happiness and let happiness come to me all by itself was when I knew I had become a woman."

When you stop chasing something,  it chases you with a velocity more than that of your own. When I let go of something and chose to stare at my object of desire with a tired look whilst it was running indirectly begging me to chase it, and changed my course, I wasn't taken for granted anymore. I was run after, begged to be taken back and everything that I had been doing for them because to be honest for me it was mere tossing garbage into a dustbin while for them I was a lucky 2000 rupees note that had flown out of the hand and gone with the wind.

We should always be happy with what we have in our hands such as a pumping heart, a rooftop over our head, a tubelight to illuminate our vision and water to quench our undying thirsts. We take these simple and beautiful things for granted as though it was something we deserved and received it. One fine morning, I was late to college because there had been an unforeseen collision between a truck driver and a young biker leading to the loss of a young life which could never be returned. My heart went out for the family that lost their child who had taken his life for granted and tried overtaking an enormous truck without once thinking of the horrific consequences. I was speechless for a while and couldn't comprehend the events taking place in front of me and that was when I realised that at some point even I had taken my health too lightly. I silently prayed to the Almighty to let his soul rest in peace and thanked him for giving me a beautiful and safe life. 

We never know what we have in store the next moment. Why not stay vigilant yet relaxed, focussed on our work yet happy with friends and family, proud yet humble for all the things we have been bestowed upon by the Almighty himself?