Nandita To Nandini
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Mark
Sheila went with me to the west coast on Wednesday. We worked on the plane all the way across the country, mostly on tentative plans to break apart our chemical companies and then do various recombinations into multiple corporate units. I wanted to sell off the commodity or heavy molecule parts of the business, and thought I might have a buyer with the Italians I’d talked with in Milan. I wanted to keep the higher margin specialty chemicals in my own portfolio of businesses.
I also thought I might be able to talk them into trading or selling me the pharmaceutical part of their business as part of the deal so that I could create a greater mass in that industry segment. In many ways, pharmaceuticals were the ultimate specialty chemicals.
Sheila and I were into the seven S’s that made up the various businesses to see of they would fit in with what we already had: strategy, structure, systems, staff, skills, style of management, and the shared values or culture of the various segments. I had a number of other management frameworks we tested our ideas against as well. Of course, nothing was a perfect fit and we knew that, but we needed to see where the rough edges and friction points would be and whether they were showstoppers.
Sheila understood all the analytics of the various business segments we were playing with, and many others. She had a major role in pointing out potential problems as well as coming up with plans and ideas for how to resolve them. She was masterful at moving people into the right places where they could have a high impact. She had knack for knowing how large an effort it would take to move a unit to a new information system.
The chemical companies were not the reason we were flying to California. We were going to start the negotiations with Nanotech regarding their becoming part of Worthington Industries. The next day we’d start meetings with them. Tom Power would be joining us.
Although I might have opted to land at San Jose since that was near where our meetings would be, I had us flown into SFO so that Sheila and I could spend some team building time together down near the Embarcadero. We got dropped off there with our security team, and prowled around the piers and touristy shops for a couple of hours before settling on a place for dinner. Early dinner in San Francisco was a dinner just at the right time back home.
We were a young couple in love. We held hands as we wandered around. We walked with our arms around each other, and we smooched everywhere. Neither of us said anything, but the arc of the evening was already set.
We picked up the limousine after dinner and went to the hotel Melanie had booked us in – The Epiphany in Palo Alto. The place was modern and sleek in the middle of old California. As we checked in I realized that Melanie had booked us into the same room. Sheila just looked at me and winked. She smiled and mouthed at me, “Finally!”
We went up to the room, and my security checked into a room across the hall. The usual guard or two would stroll up and down the hallway on a 24/7 basis.
In the room, Sheila fell back on the large bed. She laughed, “Well, I guess we know what Melanie has in mind for us.”
“I didn’t know, I promise, but it was probably all three of them – Elsa and Cindy were in on this too. Little happens in our family that doesn’t have some group decision making as part of it.”
She rose and came to me. We hugged and kissed gently and lovingly with each other. “This is what I want. We have put this off for eight years. I think it’s time we became lovers. I know you have your three girls, and I’m not out to upset that, but you and I do need to consummate this thing we started a long time ago. We’ve had chemistry all along, but done a great job of sublimating those urges.”
“It’ll change things,” I speculated.
“For the better,” Sheila insisted, and then she kissed me again, this time with a lot more passion and desire coming through to me.
She pulled my tie off and started to unbutton my shirt. Shirt and suit coat disappeared. We kissed some more. Sheila talked to me in a low whisper, telling me about how she liked my sex appeal and the man I had become and was becoming. “You turn me on every day. I have longed for this night, and now it’s here. I am so happy I may cry with joy.” I kicked off my shoes. She undid my belt buckle, the zipper, and then helped remove my pants ... and my briefs. I was the naked male in front of the fully clothed woman.
Sheila shrugged off her blouse and bra. She had beautiful breasts. I’d seen them – even studied them – the night of the barbecue when I’d ended up hosting our first sex party. I’d wanted Sheila that night, but our paths didn’t cross. That was almost three months earlier.
We both had noticeable erections of key parts of our anatomy: Sheila’s nipples could have cut glass, and for that matter so could my erection. She moved in, and we kissed again, this time in a long, drawn-out kiss involving lots of tongue, panting, and roaming hands. She had hold of my cock and proceeded to rub the glans against her cleft and mons as we kissed, and then she tucked my shaft between her legs and squeezed so I could mock fuck her as my shaft rubbed along her pussy lips. Sheila pulled me to the bed, and together we fell with initial laughter where we enjoyed more petting and kisses.
My mouth found her breasts and I worshipping those parts of her for many minutes. I then went headlong into her trimmed mons and pussy for a long time. We sixty-nined. My tongue encircled the area, dropping deeper into her cleft. I excited her. She excited me. She insisted that we couple, and then that first magic moment took place where my cock head split apart her moist clam, burrowing deep into her body. The feeling was out of this world.
We made love on the bed, Sheila welcoming my every kiss, move, and penetration. She was occasionally the aggressor, and often the submissive female. As eager as we were to do this, we both lasted an inordinately long time – almost an hour, before our orgasms finally pushed us into a new place and into new dimensions in the cosmos.
We lay on the bed cooling down, at least until Sheila moved off me from our last sexual position. She pulled me up to my feet, and with a giggle gently pushed me into the shower. She followed me and we did an erotic shower, washing each other and each other’s hair. She was so sexy.
We again found our way into each other’s arms as returned to the bedroom.
I got worried suddenly with my long-term friend and confidant. “Sheila, are we all right? Did we do damage to ‘us’?”
Sheila kissed me again very tenderly. She whispered in a husky voice into my ear, “Everything that happened between us – and will happen – is just fine with me and anybody else that needs to know. Relax and enjoy us – now. Your three girls wanted us to mate. I wanted this. I know you did. Here we are. Now, let’s mate again. I love you.”
Sheila fellated me back to hardness. We made love again, much to my surprise, taking another hour before my orgasm ended our coitus. As before, we kept changing positions, varying the pace, touching each other erotically in every conceivable place while we remained coupled, and kissing with a wide range of emotions behind our act. Sheila seemed to enjoy a half-dozen orgasms before my own arrived.
After we’d finished and lay there panting next to each other, I asked in a near whisper, “How’d you do that? How do you make me last so long when we just kept going at it? How do you get so many orgasms in ... before you allow me to cum?”
Sheila hummed in happiness and responded, “It’s my own variation on Tantric sex. Neither of us could do what we did unless we connected with each other at a deep level beyond just being physical and sexual with each other. We connected at a spiritual level. I knew we connected at this special level within thirty seconds of meeting you all those years ago. I knew we would make love this way because of what the girls told me. We think alike and have the same resonances to people – in this case with you.”
She went on, “This evening – my being with you and our making love – was more than each of us just getting our rocks off ... or even wanting to please the other. We connected with each other through something even greater. Our stroking, kissing, licking, penetration, pace, and variations in position helped us explore each other in new ways beyond the physical. We honored each other and honored the creative Universe or God that exists in all of us – in all things. I often think when I have a really hard orgasm that I have truly become One with that Force.”
I said, “Well that aims me towards the answer, but I still wonder ‘How’ you did what you did?”
Sheila chuckled; “You did what you did. I helped point the way. When we made love, we moved beyond sensation to a different mental level that transcended the physical senses. You felt it; I could tell; you followed my lead and were willing to explore and not rush things even though we kept mating. We merged our beings with each other because we both wanted that deeper feeling of consuming love. We wanted to prolong the pleasure for each other and for ourselves, and so we did.”
We were silent for a moment, and Sheila added, “I have never connected with someone so quickly, so fast – and on so many levels. When we first met years ago, I knew. I could have made love to you with the same results and feelings within a minute after we met; we’d have made the same connection. We’ve just had eight years of foreplay leading up to our real purpose tonight. Thank you.” We kissed very tenderly, our bodies rubbing together to heighten the sensations we felt for each other.
I said, “You’ve given me some things to think about – I mean making love on multiple levels simultaneously. I feel that way with each of the girls. When I’ve done it before, it just was what it was. I felt that we were connecting on multiple levels. I feel so energized, and so at peace with the Universe. You’ve taught me a lot about spiritual lovemaking tonight.”
Sheila snuggled into me, one of her breasts within easy reach of the hand that wrapped around her. I stroked her nipple casually. She purred. We both nodded off to sleep.
I awoke to a sunbeam in my face, surprised at how rested I felt. It was early. Beside me, the sexy form of Sheila lay nude and sleeping on her stomach. I leaned over and kissed her shoulder, and then slipped out of bed. I pulled out my iPad and started to review some of the hundreds of emails I’d received since yesterday.
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IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way! The sound of the holiday song hit Gunther's ears like an ice drift on the open sea. He tried to open his booze-laden eyes to see who was making the racket and saw it was the blasted elves again. Those holiday-enthused cretins were so full of Christmas spirit that they made a nuisance at this time of year as far back as he could remember. He wanted to shout out for them to cease and desist before he made them into little pieces of elves all...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
I got out of the truck kicking the dirt off my boots and running a hand through my thick gray hair. I looked at her standing there, with her skirt and black stockings displaying her legs, and the light breeze making her nipples press against the thin cloth of her shirt. She blushed while stealing glances at the way my jeans revealed my muscular thighs and the broad shoulders under my t-shirt. Saying little I helped her into the truck and began to drive out of town. As we drove for over an...
Father Peter of St. Johns Cathedral in Duketown has a fame for tolerance of sexual sinsHis virtual girlfriends from the net flock from everywhere to do their Confessions at himAlessandra is a local girl, attending mass at Sundays sometimes, when I lead the ceremonyAlessandra prefers private talks though, sometimes she gets a bit too friendly with FatherAlessandra plays a great girlish game with her beloved spiritual Father PeterAlessandra has confessed earlier at me, always being very honest,...