A Memorable Day With Aishwarya
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Hi my name is Kabir, name changed (Obviously!) and I would like to share a story with you all. I am 6ft tall with an Athletic body that I am trying hard to convert into a ripped one! I am 28 and married for 7 months now but not satisfied with my sex life. It’s no fault of my wife, but I am just not attracted to her. Ours was an arranged marriage. My email id is
I believe that Life is short and that we shouldn’t get bogged down with social stigmas but enjoy our lives as much as we can so that when we finally lie in our graves, we can look back and say “What a long, strange journey it has been.”
Firstly, allow me to thank this wonderful site which allows us to post stuff, our darkest and deepest desires and action without suffering from the hypocrisy that is this society. Now, let us start with the meat of the matter.
It all started in Bangalore where I was deputed for 4 months as an intern. I was 20 when this incident took place. I had just broken with my girlfriend to whom I had lost my virginity and was obviously distraught. So, our work started and there were these good looking females who were in the Customer Relations.
Anyways coming to the heroine of the story. Her name was Aishwarya (name changed). She was a foreigner (Please note that I might say “was” but she is very much alive, at least I hope so since I am not in touch with her anymore.)
Let me describe Aishwarya, she was 5 years elder to me and was smoking hot. With stats of 32-30-32, her curvaceous body easily drove all men (staff and customers) crazy. She got proposals for dinner and drinks and even job offers from many staff members and customer, but she always gracefully turned them down.
Initially, I was hesitant to speak to her and just used to smile as a greeting. She also reciprocated my gesture. Neither did I make any pass at her nor did I hit on her since, believe it or not, I am a complete Gentleman.
After a couple of weeks, once I had got to know the staff, customers and the work, I whole heartedly started getting hand dirty (means that I started working in a frontline ) position, u dirty minds!
One day a customer was getting angry at her while she and I were at a workstation and I intervened and solved the Customer’s complaint. The customer went away happily, but not before he told me to make sure that Aishwarya was trained properly.
I looked at her and sure enough, she was a little heartbroken. The same was visible on her face. I gave her an encouraging smile and she smiled back. Finding my courage, I told her “Don’t worry about it. The guy was a jackass!” to which she gave a little chuckle.
Her chuckle definitely made my day. As our reliever came, I asked her if she wants to smoke and she agreed. We went to the smoking area of our workplace and I helped her light her cigarette first and then lit my own. I asked about her and she mentioned that she is from XYZ country and her father was in the Army there.
I told her that my father is also in the Army and we started bonding. She had a sister (Smoking!) and mother and father who stayed in XYZ. I gathered some courage and asked her if I could have her number. She gave a coy smile and asked: “Why?” Me: “So that I could, maybe… I don’t know… ask you out sometime?” Her: “Then why don’t you?” Me: “Why don’t I what?” Her: “Ask me out?”
I was flabbergasted! I never had a woman hit on me. I told her that since we were both off the next day, if she would like to go out for drinks that night to which she agreed. We met in the evening at Cunningham road and went to one of the many pubs available there. There was no erotic talk as we spent a quality evening where we got to know each other.
After a couple of hours, I walked her home. Over the next few days, we started getting close to each other and texted and called each other all the time. She told me about her ex and I told her about mine. We were getting emotionally and physically close to each other.
One day, we went for a movie at the Garuda mall. We had corner aisle seats. As the movie started, all the seats were occupied. We had both put our arms at the armrest. We intervened our fingers and I began to caress her hand. Her hand was so soft and her scent was so arousing, that I developed a boner in no time at all!
Instead of watching the movie, I started watching her. I watched her perfect lips. She looked at me and caught me staring at her. We both looked deep into each other eyes, lost in them. I leaned my head forward a bit and she slightly shook her head, indicating that she was not ready. I gave her a small reassuring smile.
Anyways, the movie finished and we walked out, took an auto and headed for her place. She asked me to walk her to her home as it was in a by lane. I paid the autowala and walked her. She told me that she was very impressed as I had not made her to kiss me. I smiled slightly and pulled her close.
Her breathing got heavier as I placed my lips on her ear and blew gently. “Good things are worth waiting for.” We both stared into each other’s eyes for 30 odd seconds and I saw her pupil widening (trust me guys, it’s a scientific fact. If you stare into someone’s eyes and their pupil dilates, it is because their brain has sent their eyes a signal and wants to capture more of you.)
I leaned in and placed my lip on hers. She started responding slowly. All our weeks of friendship was turning into intimacy. I worked on her lips and slowly made her open her mouth. She let out a little mewing noise like a kitten and somehow that aroused me even further. By now, my pole was making a painful tent in my jeans and am sure was poking her too.
I eased myself back but she caught hold of my butt and pulled me in closer. I started working on her lips again, inserting my tongue into her mouth and also sucking on her tongue. After 5 min, we broke our kiss and both of us were flushed and breathless. I looked down on her chest and could make out her nipples were erect.
I slowly caressed her boobs from the side and she let out a small shiver. “Not here. Come up” We both climbed up to her home. My heart was beating so loudly that I am sure that she could hear it. She unlocked the door and went inside. I locked the door and followed her inside. She asked me to wait and come into her bedroom when she called.
After 5 min I heard her small voice asking me to come in. I walked inside and she had changed into a transparent pink nightie. She looked at me appealingly and came towards me. I grabbed her and again started smooching her delicious lips and she was responding back. This time there was no passion, just a raw, urgent need for physical satisfaction.
I grabbed and kneaded her butt and inserted my finger into her butt hole. She let out a moan so loud that I was worried that she might wake up the neighbours. I broke the kiss and saw the hunger in her eyes. I slowly and very gently started taking off her nightie and she was standing in front of me in her birthday suit.
I pushed her onto the bed and started kissing her again. I went down, kissing and caressing her neck and kissed on the side of the boobs, under them, on her navel. Basically everywhere except her nipples. While I was tickling her navel, she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me upwards and shoved a nipple into my mouth. “Suck it, please! I cannot stop anymore!”
I obliged and gently bit and sucked on her nipples. After 5 min, she shifted me to her other boob and I started again. Meanwhile, my one hand was pinching her other nipple and the other hand was caressing the inside of her thigh. I went down on her again and started with her calves.
I gently kissed them and brushed my tongue and lips over them while at the same time caressing her toes and alternatively, her nipples. I slowly started to kiss and lick the inside of her thigh and she arched her back and went into a spasm.
Her vagina was pink, swollen and glistening with her cum. I licked her and her cum tasted salty and exotic. I continued to suck her pussy and started fingering her. Her moans were filling the room and she was very loud, but we were both past caring, caught in the throes of passion and need.
She started pulling at my hair to pull me up but I didn’t let go and took her clit into my mouth and sucked at it very hard. She let out a loud moan and arched her entire body. I could taste her cum again. I licked it all up. She was flopped on the bed, with a look of pure bliss on her face. I took off my clothes and my shotgun sprang out of my jockey’s all ready to fire.
I went up to her face and started kissing her. I slowly made her open her legs. I placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy. She clenched her body and dug her fingers into my back. I stopped and waited for her to relax. As soon as I felt that she had relaxed, I plunged in with full force. She let out a small scream and dug her nails into my butt.
I waited as she relaxed and then slowly started plunging inside her. Soon, we were matching our pace. She caught hold of my butt and started pushing me against her. I also increased my pace. By this time she was screaming. I caught hold of the bedpost and started giving her very hard thrust and she started screaming.
I could feel my cum building and I told her that I was about to come. She didn’t let me go. I came inside her and felt her pussy walls contracting and holding tight to my dick and she was very wet.
Both of us were panting heavily by this time. She took her nightie and wiped clean the cum from her pussy and we both just slept in each other arms. Well, that’s the end. I hoped you liked it. Please be gentle with your comments as this was my first attempt at writing. I live in Pune now.
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Harem Night Beth’s announcement shocked them. Michael had always exuded strength, confidence and control. They now knew he was as broken as them. Rafaela looked at Rachael. “I think we have been very selfish,” she said sadly. Rachael nodded in shame. All looked to Alice. “It’s a form of PTSD though he’s in control,” she turned to Beth, “Tell me about his nightmares.” Beth told them the little she knew. Her father had killed many times, his call sign, “Terminator”. On his...
On the way back, she noticed something wasn't right. Her thought was confirmed in the next bolt of lightning. She looked at the door's window and saw the broken glass. The door had been locked when she went to bed, now it was unlocked. Someone had been in her house. Someone had not only been in her house, someone could still be in her house. Maci ran for the phone to call the police but when she picked up the phone, there was no dialtone. As she was on her way to her room to get her...
Blowjob, Erotica, Incest, Male/Female Teens, Masturbation, Older Female/Males, Reluctance. I apologize for any confusion this may cause, but if you don't like any of those themes, turn back now. Otherwise, please enjoy. ===================================== I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking? And with Jones, of all people! I needed to get away. Jumping on my motorcycle, just a modest Honda 500, I took off out of my neighborhood, away from my cheating girlfriend. Images of...
I submitted this story in the Novels and Novellas category because it doesn’t really fit anywhere else. It’s not a coupling, but nor it is a group sex story. At its heart, it’s a love story. I love to hear from readers, so please leave me a comment or send me an email. Thanks once again to my editor, michchick98. Enjoy! ********************** ‘I, Amanda Claire Stephenson, do solemnly swear, that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and...
Prologue She is nineteen years old, with the body of a fifteen year old girl, and the eyes of a ninety year old holocaust victim. Her lips are a thin line of pink and crimson, and when they are not, they are parted in unspoken protests, revealing to everyone what happens when those protests are made audible. Her hair is a mess of knotted brown and dirty blonde strands, and her skin is a surprising contrast with its tan almost olive color, and amazingly the bruises are a purple contrast to the...
Introduction: A woman finds herself not alone during a stormy night. There was a flash of lightning and a loud burst of thunder shortly after. Maci turned on the news, it was nothing to be worried about, just a small thunderstorm. She got up and turned off the tv and headed back to bed. On the way back, she noticed something wasnt right. Her thought was confirmed in the next bolt of lightning. She looked at the doors window and saw the broken glass. The door had been locked when she went to...
So were back in the past, its 1984! My first broken heart…..Janet. I heard some ware that you never really know how to love until you’ve had your heart broken. For me that first heart break was Janet. I was a few months out from breaking up with Diane. I had poured my energy and focus back into my martial arts training, not having a girlfriend to distract me, and I had a full time job working in a factory. I was eighteen still and was starting to put on muscle; the job was very physical,...
Stella Bordon sat at her desk and reviewed the testimony in a divorce proceeding that her client was involved in. "Geesh," she thought to herself, "this guy is lying through his teeth, Edie is right, he is hiding assets some place!" For the next ten minutes she poured over the deposition of Edie's husband, and all at once a light bulb went off in her head, and she spun around in her desk and reached for a law book on the top shelf of her book case. As she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her...