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MIDNIGHT LOVE

It took me seconds to fall asleep after the tiring whole day routine at the office. Dreams in the form of pictures started running over my head. I was lost in dreams. How I met him. Damn, he looks so charming. I remembered how he approached me that night. His eyes, intense, were penetrating my eyes. They were looking me- the part that I don’t show to this world. Everything was dark but I could see his eyes sparkling. I remember his voice, his smile, and his hands on me. Oh God! I love this man. CS9269

I was dreaming and suddenly something touched me. I didn’t bother to wake up and look for it. It felt warm, soft and tender. Someone was exploring my body the way I want it. Fuck! It was so arousing. The touch was arousing. I felt a warm breath reaching close to my ears. A known sound whispered, “Imagine you are at a party. You’re tipsy after the six rounds of tequila shots. Now you’re dancing and swaying to the music… you’re dancing alone. Suddenly you feel a hand move across your bare back. You’re wearing a backless halter and you feel the hand slipping into the top, over your breasts from behind you. You don’t know who it is, but you can feel the hot, deep breath of a man you don’t know. You don’t care who it is, you’re drunk and you want to be felt all over. Now you see the hands groping all over your breasts in the smoky flickering lights of the discotheque. You can’t see the person too well and very soon you find yourself in his arms and your hands groping over the bulge of his pants…” I opened my eyes to see him lying naked beside me as he was undressing me. He kissed me on my neck and whispered, “Are you having fun? Does it turn you on….?” “You have such a dirty mind, and it works on me!” I replied as I raised and bite his ear. He was naked and the only red ribbon tied around his neck was little surprising until he said, “Happy Birthday Sweetheart.” Wow! He is my birthday gift. I loved the romantic gesture he passed onto me.

There was a sudden change as he pulled my hair and kissed me hard. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I’m going to do to you tonight” he said. He was talking softly while the sheets under my butt were getting bunched up. “Undress me” I said as I raised my arms. I was losing myself in his arms as he was reaching every depth. He felt so good in me such that I screamed out loud in ecstasy. We were on a sexual high where all our pain in making love turned into sexual adrenaline. I was tired by the office work, but then waking up in the middle of night and making love tired me in a different way which was full of ecstasy. It made me feel appreciated and admired.

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Weekends! Whoa! It’s time for some leisure and fun. I rush to shower and enjoy the lukewarm water coming through the channels finding its way to spread all over my body. Never being confused about what to wear, I pick up a White Polo T-shirt and Light Grey Trousers. I wear my cologne, hand comb my medium wavy hair, and wear my sneakers. I check my phone just to see that I had missed NO calls. Fuck! Are they (Of course, my friends) aware of today’s plan? Or is there something I am not aware of? I open my contact book and I dial a number 7385******. “Hi dude where you are man?” I asked. “Hey, where are you?” he said. Is he imitating me? “I have reached Sakkardara Square” I said. “I will be there in ten minutes” he said. <Sigh> <Sigh> Ten minutes means it’s a twenty minutes wait….

Whenever I go for a movie I tend to miss first few minutes of the movie. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence or something else. The rush to theatres was well justified in this case. Finally, I attended the national anthem being played before the movie. That’s exhilarating and makes me feel proud when I stand erect with head held high and I sing in clear voice one of the beautiful National Anthems in world. After passing out from school one gets a chance to rejoice national anthem only in theatre. Well this is what I believe. 😉 Gunday begins. I wish I could write about the movie. But I have to end it in one word, “watchable”.  We step out of the theatre. Next is what I call discreet stalking – Well we don’t really stalk a woman – The city is full of beauty. Tgroup-of-friendshe best part happens when you get attention from the right chick.

We drive through the hill sides in our city to reach the famous Futala Lake. I love this place. I get two pints of beer. Well my friend doesn’t know how to open the cap with teeth. I do the job for both of us. We sit on a wall with our legs held above the water. Cheers!

We drive back to Sakkardara square and make place for ourselves at a small juice centre on the square. The “never to end” chit chats begins. Teasing, Poking, Challenging and Joking begins. One thing remains common: whenever a hot girl crosses the road all of us pop out our eyes at her. “Bhai, teri bhabhi hai” is what one of us will say.

I love my friends. 🙂

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BLUE WATERS

Pacific-Resort-Aitutaki-Cook-Islands-25She rushed towards the water as if the waters had befriended her. An unreal and giddy feeling of rushing naked into the waters such that the touch of water caresses her bare skin looped her mind. She is ready to experience the exhilarating rush of being naughty and nude in the open, shielded only by a semi reflecting sheet of transparent water. Skinny Dipped! She is wearing the bare minimum, and it’s just a couple of inches of cloth between her and nudity. There’s something about a beach that makes it a big turn on for just about anyone. You’re all alone, and yet, the vast emptiness can be so confusing and tempting.

She played around the water. Her hands slip and slide all over her well concealed areas. A beach isn’t all about the water. Her decision to go commando into the water created carnal frustration for me, increasing sexual passion and the desire to rip those clothes off the minute we get some alone-time. The light of dusk turned the blue water into intense orange and red just to arouse more passion and lust. She is like a nymph, shoulder dipped in water, with those appealing sights crossing my mind and thoughts. Forgetting all the secrets, longings, grudges, insecurities, and memories I wanted to hold her close to me in those waters with the cool sea breeze doing wonders between those legs. The quite night after the dusk resembled closely to our bodies resting in pleasure after a strong merging of sexual energies. The bliss is beyond words and it connects on a higher plane that’s beyond the realm of what our mind can understand.

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LOVE IS IN THE AIR

I wake up in bed with rays of sunlight rising up my body from my toes to head. I want to sleep more on the soft and firm bed. A fragrance, truly feminine which has sophisticated floral composition tunes my chords. Her fragrance along with the first rays of sunshine is impossible to forget. She is lying on her back with her head tilted slightly away from me. One of her knee is slightly bent which accentuate her curves. She’s damn hot. A fitting white cotton tee and crimson red panties are making me stare at her. She places one arm behind her neck as she lie down, and stretches her body when I am looking at her. This elongates her body; damn she looks so feminine and curvy. She bends one knee slightly outwards just to reveal her soft thighs. Her skin is soft and supple. She is so comfortable with her body that she just push her sheets down all the way to her waist. I plant a kiss on her soft rosy lips. She gives a smile with her eyes closed. The air is filled with ecstasy and joy that had spread due to perfect blend of love and lust, the perfect ingredients for romantic love.

I walk towards the balcony of our apartment on 18th floor. I see a pretty picture, with a lagoon resembling a palette of the hues of blue and green, and the sparkling white sand. Nothing written or told could even come close to the magic that emanates from this view. I sit on a vintage styled wooden chair kept in the balcony. She gets up from the bed. Her black silky hair are falling on her shoulders, her healthy pretty face is glowing and reflecting the ecstasy we had from making love last night. I see into her eyes as she walks towards me. There’s something about eye contact that makes the moment you share together in bed all the more intimate. It makes you realize that there is just this one person in the whole world who can make you feel this way. She places her lap on my lap and gosh I love those lingering touch she gives. I kiss her hard. Heaven! She sits on the chair in front of me and we both have coffee. Nothing is ever beautiful than a company of your loved one……

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On a Sunday Morning

It’s a cold Sunday morning. I am sitting in the front balcony of my home. There’s a public park in front of my home, full of people, busy doing yoga. I can see sun peeping through skies, playing hide and seek with clouds. Cold winds blowing and making me shiver as I write this article. I take my coffee mug which is yellow in colour with a message “No smoking Only drinking”, in hand and take a sip of Bru Gold coffee with brown sugar (a packet or two). The coffee is strong, dark and hot! As soon as I keep the mug on sides of balcony I start thinking about people who are there in my life. How I met them? How they became a part of my life? I keep my feet on another chair in front of me with laptop on my lap, headphones plugged in my ears and playing “Breathe 2AM” by Anna Nalick. I place my fingers on my laptop keyboard and it reminds me of a girl who used to compliment my fingers. They are long and thin. The way in which my fingers press around laptop keyboard fascinated her. There are other reasons too for her to like my fingers! 😉 Someone has said it right: “People come and go what remains at last are memories.”

I turn on Flava app and it displays a page with date January 12, 2014 and time 9:45 AM. I start writing about people in my life. Sooner or later I hear my sister calling my name “Kabir”, she added, “Have you read today’s Times Life?” She brings the newspaper magazine and I start reading the article having title: “How I start my day”. Fatima Bhutto, a poet and a writer expresses her way of starting her day. At the end of the article I think of myself. How do I start my day? The day began on 00:00 when I was in the middle of chatting with the girl next door. Or did it start with the calls from my mother “Kabir, its quarter to 8:00 get off the bed.” I drag my lazy ass to brush my teeth and my mouth freezes with chilled water coming through the tap. I rinse my mouth quickly to breathe some air in and out. Fuck! That was damn cold. My sister is busy searching a nice song on 5 to 6 music channels aired on our digital TV. I log into Facebook and look for updates from my friends. My friends are as lazy as me, they comment on my status which was uploaded before two days. We are so alike! A writer never goes off his writing. Finally, I start writing at around 9:45 AM and guess what I completed this article you have just read.

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