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hi i read u 1st time , u r wonderful, keep it up

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A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 2

Contd from Part 1...

This was not one of those swanky, high-end malls in the heart of the city, rather a quieter one. It still had all the trendy brands that one would find in the bigger malls, particularly one chain that I had been thinking about in the past to visit to buy a certain item of which there was a large choice offered there. It is frequented mostly by the localites. As an acknowledgement to the 'attentive' cabbie, I smiled generously at him while alighting. He smiled back too. To stop any further speculation, this really was the last that I saw of him.

As I alighted the cab and climbed the white marbled steps, the glass doors slid open and a powerful whiff of cool air intermingled with a lot of fragrances engulfed me. The doors closed behind me, I looked around at the familiar set of showrooms. I have been here so many times before. But I am sure the next time I would be here, there would be a fond memory that will get attached to my life and I shall not look at this place as the same again. This however was not something I was still aware, but time would be teaching it to me soon. There was only one thing that I required and i was mentally prepared to do only window shopping for the rest. The AC mall with the nice, soft fragrances made me momentarily forget the hot, sweaty summer sun outside. A few more minutes and I felt the cooler than usual sensation at my underarms and along the neckline of my blouse. I realized it's the impact of the cool environment on the sweaty patches. I ran a finger along the edge of the deep-maroon blouse to get a slight relief from that condensing sensation. Being a hot summer noon, the mall was by and large empty, although i was sure that by the evening it will record more footfall. I headed towards the ladies washrooms to set myself right before exploring the mall.

Inside the washroom brightly lit with shaded yellow LED lights, I walked to the mirrors on top of the basins. i was the only one there. I looked at myself as my mind wandered. I felt that despite giving birth to three kids, I have maintained myself not entirely bad. Men still flirt with me, some of the members at my swimming club are always proposing 'dates' to me, I get a hundred Good Morning messages on my WhatsApp every morning from men who seek my companionship, visiting the pubs inevitably meant being asked for a dance and more afterwards, I get invited to my boss' home in the evenings and sometimes on the weekend because he loves to have me over there to relax and unwind, my Uber driver had kept stealing looks at me during which I consciously looked away so that he can continue having his view, my swimming trainer on who I have a big crush on keeps giving me those electrifying 'accidental' touches when we swim in the evenings. I have continued my exercises of running, swimming and practicing yoga very diligently. I felt good as I looked at myself in the mirror. i saw that one drop of sweat hanging on the last edge of my arching left eyebrow, my face looking flushed because of the sweat and heat. I flicked the drop off with my left index finger and pulled a  couple of napkins to dab my face dry. I straightened my open hair once more. Was I smiling? I don’t know, but probably a man would say there was a smile in my steps. It felt good...it felt good. I clicked the washroom door open and stepped back into the mall.

To be continued...

Antony Micallef - Study of an embrace, charcoal on paper.

It was my first time too when two men actively and simultaneously paricipated in fucking me. The situation was different though.

Back then, my bf and I were in college and in an even more conservative envronment than now, privacy was a big problem for consenting-but-unmarried couples (specially the student class) who wanted to shed clothes and enjoy sex with each other. Neither I had privacy at my house, nor did he. What saved us though is a rather rich and considerate friend of his who used to stay alone in his apartment. My bf obtained his permission (and his keys) to bring his gf (ie me) to fuck her in his apartment.

His friend agreed and pretty soon it was a regular haunt for us when my bf would bring me with him to his house, after our college, or at times bunking college too, and take advantage of his friend being away on work, and well, long story short, fuck me silly.

As they say, familiarity breeds contempt, it became our second nature for me to be escorted to his friend’s house to get fucked. One of those days during the daytime my bf had brought me over to his friend’s house, which was empty. Without wasting any time he took me to the friend’s guest-room, where he had the license to have sex. We undressed and he mounted me missionary style. I loved sex with him guess pretty soon, he had my legs flying up in the sky in a rather wide V while he placed himself between them and was thrusting away like crazy. It was at one of those fleeting glances when suddenly I realized his friend had returned home unscheduled and since we didnt bother to lock the guest room door and his friend was watching my bf fucking me.

I was extremely embarrassed but my bf was pretty cool. He went over, talked to his friend, closed the door and returned to finish fucking me. We got dressed and he had me introduced to his friend later.

Nothing else happened that day. It was later that my bf told me that his friend has sought my permission to have sex with me. I was initially very embarrassed at the idea of being made nude in front of two men at the same time and he had to do a lot of convincing to get my agreement eventually.

My frst threeesome was when I was spitroasted by my bf and his friends before they started taking turns on fucking me individually. Once the initial ice-breaking was over, it was an ocassional threesome sex between us and my bf continued sex with me at his house for the rest of the period that we remained a couple.

Found this caption too true to my heart.

Losing oneself

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

I love to see how the men, irrespective of their ownership status with respect to me, i.e. be it any of the several capacities in which I (as a woman) am related to the men in my life, transform into the various degrees of being cute with passage of time.

At the onset of sex it would be more look and feel and touch and grope and tease and torture and smiles and giggles. As time passes and he ensures that he has established complete ownership over me, he starts settling down and the usage of his hands and mouth are relatively lesser and his waist and hips take over gradually to initiate the primal pleasurable motion.

Once he starts getting into the groove eventually he stops using all his facilities except for his hips that pistons his swollen erection in and out of my vagina. He goes into a state of trance and all the other parts of me that attracted him till literally a few moments earlier, now takes a back seat. His body remains laid on top of mine, my breasts crushed under his huge chest, sometimes his face remains lifted and his eyes fixated with mine though they are more in a trance-like state being immersed in the pleasure of sex, or their face is placed next to mine on the pillow. His entire body remains motionless except his hips that keeps intensifying the thrusting motion, sending me shudders of intense pleasure while I try to grab and hold him as tightly as I can, often scratching his back unknowingly in the process till I die a mini death in my own orgasm or he spills his precious seeds all inside me marking the end of that session of our copulation.

Having transferred his seeds to me, he, all of a sudden would regain his control over all the other facilities that he had lost, i.e. his hands that would cuddle me again and feel my breasts, his smile, his mouth as he would kiss me again, before slumping down in exhaustion to recover while rejoicing in the aftermath of pleasure (…till he started the whole process again).

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

Hey babe, r u in for some online fun???

No. My offline life is far more attractive to me than the online one.

Oh it has always been you and you and you.

“Mention a friend who haa been with you in your hard times and thank them.”

— Unknown

Good to see an Indian women in Tumblr Very bold and sensual

I think it’s that mindset that classifies the Indian woman as different that needs to change. Indian women have always been expressive and if you ever actually read kama sutra you’ll know how advanced Indian women were globally.

Unfortunately, this so called social reforming by the old and outdated leaders pushed the Indian woman to the role of a demure wife and baby maker.

But that’s not what an Indian woman is, or for that matter that's not what a woman is.

I love how you relate every post with your own experience, and express it so sensually. Will you please write a small post or a story describing how you started this sexual journey with your husbands colleague...

I am so thankful to you for the kind words. I can do so but not sure if a public post of that will be appreciated by the other members here.

Also, I only reblog those that I can relate to my life and try to add my experience in the similar situation to give the reblogged photo a personal touch. Thank you so much for the encouraging words.

Good morning. Do you know when you will finish the Garik story?

Hello, thanks for the message. I've been trying to remember and jot down my memories. But it's taking time. I think I've published two more parts since you messaged me. Kindly take a look and let me know your comments. Will wait for them.