1 comments/ 2023 views/ 5 favorites Connection By: AndyGarrideb Sometimes it's just a disconnection. As a couple your timing is out. You orbit each other constantly but you stop noticing how she looks in the soft blue moonlight. It happens to everyone. It happened to us. It had been getting steadily worse for weeks and for no reason. Things were fine and then they weren't. Nothing was spoken because it seemed so artificial. There was nothing to talk about because nothing was wrong. But things were very wrong that day. I can't even remember what set us off but by the time we arrived home from a very uncomfortable Sunday brunch together all the anger and passive aggression of the last month had burst out into the world of real things. Little digs were met with snapping which rapidly grew into real anger. And then as we closed the front door behind us, she said it. "I only have sex with you out of a sense of obligation." Silence. The statement hung in the air. Threatening and bitter. I might have physically slumped because I could see the regret in her eyes immediately. Now was the moment for resolution and forgiveness. For realignment. But men can be stupid, and me most of all. So instead I looked at the vulnerability written over her face and all I saw was weakness and a wounded enemy. In cold, clear and deliberate tones I told her, "If I treated you the way you treat me we would already be divorced." I hated myself immediately but I held my gaze and watched her soul fracture. She turned her head away so I wouldn't enjoy the satisfaction of my cruelty and she slipped into our room and closed the door behind her. I hadn't cried for 30 years but I broke at that moment and tears welled up in my eyes. I stormed off to the living room, turned the television on by instinct and then didn't notice it again while I sat on the sofa brooding and gorging on self pity. "I only have sex with you out of a sense of obligation." This from the woman I adored and loved beyond all measure and I constantly desired. Despite the last few weeks of discomfort I still woke every morning and looked at her sleeping beside me and fell in love with her all over again. I wanted to wake her and have her while she was still coated in soft velvety sleep. During the day she might be reading a book, or typing out her thesis or just standing in the kitchen drying a cup and I'd feel that powerful urge to consume her sexually and to reaffirm the .. connection. Some little thing about the room changed and it took me a moment to realise the television had gone silent. I looked up and Alana was standing in front of me, freshly showered, wearing her pyjama t-shirt and pink cotton panties. With the palm of her hand she wiped tears from her cheeks. It was clear from the expression on her face she was as compromised by melancholy and self loathing as me. She coughed a little to clear her throat. "Did you mean it? What you said about divorce?" Regret and all my emotional pain wrote the story all over my face. "Of course not. I was angry about what you said." She nodded just a little and the words caught in her mouth before she could finally speak them. "I only said it because I knew how much it would hurt you. I didn't mean it." But neither of us had sad sorry. I said, "Sometimes I am too quick to say sorry to you when you have actually hurt me, I do it to get to a resolution because I hate it when you are angry at me." It was probably the most honest thing I had ever told her and I expected it to set her off again. But I was wrong - which just shows you how little I have learnt about women in all my years. Even this one woman above all else. "I know," she said. "I can be a bitch sometimes." "No!" I said, angry again but for all the right reasons. Alana was always harder on herself than I ever was. Another tear ran down across her cheek and this time she made no attempt to stop it. Instead she just smiled a little sadly, walked over to the sofa and sat on my lap. We didn't speak for a while, just nuzzled our faces and remembered. All the intimacy and affection we had been missing was flooding back. I put my hand to her cheek and it felt cool and moist from the tears. I looked deeply into those beautiful big brown eyes and remembered that when I lost myself in them it could feel like I might never find my way back again, and that I might never want to. When we kissed our lips tasted of the salt from our sadness. It was a powerful sensation and I knew she felt the same. Yet our lips never felt so soft before as they did while they danced and gently caressed together just then. It was the most beautiful and extraordinary renewal. As we looked into each others eyes it was with a shared sense of amazement. She shifted atop me and I became aware of my arousal as her thigh pressed against me. It actually surprised me. She said nothing, but merely closed her eyes, broke from the kiss and tilted her head a little. With my the back of my hand I brushed aside her dark lion's mane and put my lips against her throat. Her body tensed a little then relaxed, and a small sigh escaped her mouth. I kissed her for ages, across her throat, and back to her lips, her chin, her cheeks, the back of her neck and when she closed her eyes, the gentlest little touch upon her eyelashes. By now her breathing was heavy and I felt that familiar urgency return. My hand moved to her breasts and I felt the hardness of her nipples erect beneath her shirt. As I squeezed them and pinched her nipples softly between my thumb and fingers she shook her throat away from me and instead stared into my eyes. She shifted atop me and now pressed herself against me, the front of her panties slowly soaking into the bulge in my trousers. We pushed a little harder against each other, breathing instead of talking since words had lost all meaning. In a single movement she cast her shirt off revealing herself to me. I leant forward instinctively to kiss her there but she drew back and a little laugh escaped her lips. She leant in again, and again more hungrily now I moved into claim her. She drew back again. Her eyes were grinning at me, enjoying the desperation and confusion on my face. I had had enough. and with both my arms wrapped around her I pulled her in close and buried my face in that delicious temple, ravaging her with a savage hunger. She laughed a little, groaned a lot. I slipped my hands into the bands of her panties and drew them down across her hips until they were stretched across her thighs. My hands moved down between her legs and I felt her wetness. I opened her lips at little with two fingers and let the juice soak them for a moment, then I traced an arc up the inside of one of her delicate folds and then back down the inside of the other. She was staring at me now, mouth open and her eyes rolled back as my two fingers slipped inside and started massaging the soft spongy padding of her g-spot. "Fuck" she groaned. But I said nothing. Instead after a few moments I slid my fingers out and in a single movement raised myself from the sofa, lifted her and flipped her onto her back. We kissed again, our tongues entwined. I broke from her, stood up and she moved to help me undress. "No." I told her and there was no negotiation. Alana understood. She lay back and watching as I unbuttoned by shirt and set it aside. Slowly and deliberately she lifted one leg and spread it over the back off the sofa, opening herself to me. Her other foot slipped onto the floor. "Put your hand between your legs and fuck yourself for me." She needed little encouragement. As her eyes closed and her fingers danced I slipped from my pants and stood naked before her. When she opened her eyes again she was already half lost to desire. Seeing me standing above her, my cock thick and hard and my balls swollen, she let out a gasp. She wanted to be fucked. Now. Hard. But no. Not yet. I lowered myself, balanced on my arms above her and traced little kisses and nibbles down across her chest and tummy and finally to her thighs. My fingers opened her now swollen, dripping sex, pulling back the hood and leaving her clitoris exposed to me. The effect on her was remarkable, as always. Like releasing a demon. "That's so dirty" she whispered. She wasn't complaining. "You make me filthy... you can do anything to me" I licked her along one side and then the other, kissed her open spaces but this was no time for precision. Instead I buried my face between her legs and devoured her sex like a delicious ripe fruit, savoring the juices and the taste of her. I took my time, enjoying the beautiful intimacy that is so unique to such bonding. She pressed herself against my face, grabbed my hair, but she was now reduced to a seething mess of sounds and desperation. As I felt her building I would ease back, kiss her belly, bite her thigh, squeeze her firm ass.. I knew when the moment arrived. I raised myself again so I was right above her held up on one arm, my other hand holding firm to the base of my cock to make my thick round knob swell. She couldn't talk now, even to beg. I started to stroke her precious moist pussy with that hard engorged rod, rubbing it against her, masturbating her clitoris with regular strokes. Her head rolled back, her legs opened a little wider in a final moment of submission and I penetrated deeply into her core until I was fully consumed. With long deliberate strokes I started slowing fucking my precious and beautiful lover. It took all my discipline and self restraint to maintain that slow careful rhythm. I waited until she had sufficient control to mirror my thrusts and then gradually increased their strength until the fucking became urgent and angry and intense. All over her face I could see her climax rising, I could feel it in the tremors that shook her whole body. I had to clamp my legs together to hold myself back but when she finally came I relaxed for just that one moment and let myself unleash a powerful, furious orgasm. Spent, I fell upon her, our arms and legs all entangled. For the longest time no words were spoken, we simply and gentled pressed our faces together, our lips barely touching. At last she spoke the only words that ever mattered. I spoke them to. And then we lay there for the longest time. Connection and Confession I wonder where it all came from... this sudden and deep connection with her. I don't know her. I have never seen her face. All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter... the sexual innuendo... the subtle erotica. Heh... her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act of writing. The writing is our safe little world, where there are no constraints. Our little secret. To have a collaborator, so intimate. Like whispering in each others ears. We awaken these things in each other. Hers, lost and now found through my words. Mine uncovered, like curtains being drawn back and revealing what was always there but hidden. Sweet and gentle discovery! Sudden and intense rediscovery! We have our secret, safe place. Outside of it, we go through our lives. Never to meet, never to look into each others eyes. It need not be. We have already looked into each others souls, and found kindred spirits... understanding... intimacy. Lovers in words. To meet would shatter the connection, destroy the safe, free, secret, intimate place. Total freedom! No inhibitions. Not just passion and sex. Oh, I have been there. I have known great passions, and great sex. But sensual exploration of sexuality, loss of all thought and inhibition, losing CONTROL. Total surrender. How can one just surrender their thoughts, their senses? I go through the days of my regular life having to be serious, stay serious... stay in control of myself. Coolly dealing with the realities of life. How then do I surrender myself? The very thought of doing this awakens something in me that has lain dormant. I WANT IT! To not be bound by anything, to explore and be explored. To discover and be discovered, mind... body... soul... all senses. Oh, the allure! The attraction of just letting go... getting lost in such sweet surrender! The very thought frightens me, and yet makes my soul ache for it. I can see it, you know. I can write here for you about it, for here in my words... my little world, I am free to do as I choose. Her words, again, and so true, again. How could I not see it... picture it? I can, in my mind, and in these words, surrender myself to it... to her. Only here. No, not a whole narrative, dear reader. You understand, don't you? I see flashes of it, for it is only in imagination. It can never be real. But I can tell you I see her leaning back against me, head thrown back on my shoulder. I can tell you I see the profile of her face, eyes closed, slight smile. The soft curve of her neck that I gently caress with my lips. My hand brushing her nipple and watching it harden. Feel her touch send shivers as she runs her hand along my shaft. Feel her soft lips and tongue around it. I can smell her as I run my tongue down to her warm and wet lips... feel her tighten as I gently curve my finger up and touch and rub that one spot. I see the glisten of sweat on the small of her back in the soft light. Feel her, see her as she is on top, pinning my arms to the bed. Slow rhythm as she holds her face just in front of mine, her lips just above mine, not quite touching. Watching me completely surrender to her, to sensuality, to sexuality... to the moment. I can see her, eyes closed, as I slide into her... hear the little whimper of pleasure. I can see her hair spread out under her as I work her body, explore her as completely as she had me. I watch her face. I know I would, as each exquisite thrill passed over. There is something hypnotic about a womans face as she surrenders to the sex. Have you ever looked... really looked... into a womans face at a moment when a pleasure overtakes her? It is beautiful. Truly. There is just something about the expressions... it is elegant in its emotion... mouth open and slightly hinting at a smile, eyes shut tight then rolling back. Not the hard, agressive, powerful look that plays across a mans face. But soft and almost helpless in its intimacy and beauty. I close my eyes and see these flashes of pure sensuality and sexuality. Its Ok to write these things in this secret little space we are sharing at this moment. When I am done, I will return to the real world, and go about normal life. I will even know passion, and sex. But I don't know if I will ever be able to experience the totality of sensuality that has been awakened in me in these writings with her whom I let into my secret, safe world of words. Maybe not in the physical sense. I can, however, visit this newly awakened thing within me when we write to each other again. The witty banter, the innuendo, the subtle erotica. The secret intimacy that is ours. The whispers of sensuality and sexuality. Enjoy the intellectuality and psychology of it. This undeniable and special connection that is shared between two people who are finding fulfillment in being able to fully express and explore through a little secret world the hidden world of complete sexual and mental freedom unencumbered by restrictions of what another person might think. Perhaps I shall progress in this newly learned freedom, and truly write of an enounter as I might see it through the eyes of this freshly awakened and discovered sensuality and sexuality within me. For now, this little confessional will do. It is enough of a surrender for me for now that I have let you into my writings, my musings, and my secret little world that I share with my kindred spirit, with her, where in our anonimity we are free from constraints and insecurities and fears and safe to explore each other. Connections I She was running her finger around the rim of her apple martini glass, lost in thought. I was two stools to left of her, in a dusky bar, in the middle of the afternoon, somewhere in boondocks near Jacksonville. I was just recently divorced and in shambles. The details are too painful to iterate. A school chum of mine, Ramesh, had invited me to stay with him and his wife for a few days. He had insisted. “I know you don’t feel like driving or seeing people but it’ll be good for you. Trust me. And I’d like you to meet Nita. You’ve never met her. You didn’t even come to our wedding,” he lamented. I agreed reluctantly and told I him would start the five hour drive early the next morning. But I couldn’t stand to be in the apartment alone another night, so I packed quickly and jumped in the car. I figure I’d drive for while, get drunk, spend the night in a hotel, and go see Ramesh and Nita the next morning. Three hours later I spotted a seedy bar on the side of the road. There was nothing but brush and fences in the vicinity. This was farm country. I stopped and I went in. The bartender gave me a toothless grin. He was a short, fat, wizened old man with a dirty shirt that once used to be white. Predictably he was chewing on toothpick. I ordered a beer. I took a swig and that’s when I noticed her. She had dark skin, long black lustrous hair, slightly wavy, full lips, big satin-black eyes. She had an Indian nose, a little bit broad. Her face was clear and tan and there was no hint of make-up. A tiny jewel sparkled on her left nostril. She was wearing a snug white t-shirt and jeans. She was thin, and her big breasts looked almost out of place in contrast to her thin neck and arms and waist. Almost. “Hi,” I said with my best smile. She ignored me. “Come here often?” I tried again. “My God, is that the best you can do.” Her voice was divine, a little bit husky, probably from smoking, with a faint British accent. “Sorry, I am out of practice. Can I try again?” I said. She smiled her acquiescence. “Is that Channel #5?” I asked. “It’s smells wonderful.” “You’re not very good at this, are you?” “No,” I agreed, “I was married for a long time and just recently divorced. Out of practice. Ok, so you tell me, what’s a good pick up line. I’m sure you’ve heard them all.” “That’s a good pickup line. To ask a girl what’s a good pickup line,” she said, pointing a finger at me for emphasis. She had a way of tilting her head when spoke that was positively endearing. It made the shimmer on her silky black hair undulate. She had obviously had a few drinks. I moved next to her. “You’re Indian. What are you doing here?” “No,” she said, turning on her stool to face, “that’s not a good line. What you mean is what’s a nice Indian girl doing in a dingy bar in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of nowhere all alone?” I started to say something but she interrupted, “Who says I’m nice?” “I think you’re nice. You have a beautiful face. You’re just--” I stammered. “My face is up here, why are staring at my tits?” she interrupted coyly, shaking a finger. “Look at me. Let me see your face.” I turned on the stool and moved it closer to her. My knees were now outside hers, touching her knees. She straightened and I noticed nipples sticking out. Big breasts, and she was showing off. More power to her. She stared at my face and nodded, as if in approval. “You’re married?” I asked, noticing the wedding band, and rubbing my finger where mine used to be. “Nah, I just wear this to keep guys like you away. Look, I don’t like to waste time. Do you like me?” “Of course.” “That doesn’t sound convincing. Convince me. Make me feel sexy and desirable,” she purred. I laughed. “Ok, I’ll try. Here goes,” I continued. “You’re a goddess. Your skin is so clear and beautiful and warm,” I said as I encased both her hands in mine and pulled her closer. “Can you feel my heart thump?” I said pulling her even closer. “My God, your eyes…they’re so hypnotic. Your lips are full and inviting and—“ “Do you want to fuck me?” I was stunned. I searched her face to see if she was joking, but she seemed to be seriously waiting for an answer. “Yes.” “Tell me how.” “Well, I wouldn’t just fuck you. I would undress you very slowly and enjoy the sight of you. I would kiss your feet and work my way up, and kiss—“ “That’s enough,” she said. “Let’s go.” “Where?” “Listen. This is your lucky day. I will let you fuck me. Because you’re awkward and shy and you’re the only thing in here that doesn’t smell. You’ll get a hotel room. A nice one. And you’ll take me there and you’ll fuck the daylights out of me. Make me scream. Hurt me. But don’t ask any questions. When we’re done I’ll leave and we’ll never see each other again.” I followed her, watching her wiggle her delectable behind. My heart was thumping and my palms were wet; she had had an effect on me. II She drove fast and I almost lost her. A few minutes later, we were at a Best Western. I got a room and she followed me quietly. In the elevator, she put her hand on my crotch. “Something is stirring.” She squeezed softly. She left her hand there, even when the elevator door opened to an older couple waiting for the elevator. I was embarrassed, and I moved quickly, slapping her hand away. She just laughed. In the room she walked over to dresser and started to take her earrings off. Then she unclasped her necklace. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and her big breasts jiggled. I had a clear view of them in the mirror. They were gorgeous. Full and round and her nipples were high on her breasts. The areoles were not large but the nipples jutted out at half an inch. The nipples and areoles were a darker tan then her skin. She noticed me gawking at her and her movements became deliberate and teasing. She was taking her time. I walked over to her. I kissed her neck and smelled her hair. I turned her to me and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth felt soft and warm and comforting. Her tongue was playful and skilled. We started undressing, now with urgency. I pulled off my shoes and socks, nearly tripping. Pants, boxers, shirt tearing off the buttons... She kicked off her sandals and simply pulled her jeans down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was completely naked except for a thin gold anklet on her right ankle. She was clean shaven. But the triangle around her pussy was nevertheless darker than rest of her skin. Her pussy lips were prominent and gorged. Swollen and separated so that I could see pink. I almost expected her pussy to speak, to command me to fuck her. She got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth, with a practiced move. It disappeared completely in her mouth. She started move back and forth, and then she licked my balls. She took each one in her mouth and I could feel her running her tongue over them. She crawled in between my legs and started licking my asshole. I gasped. That had never happened to me before. It was thrilling. She moved back to my cock and swirled her tongue around the head. I wasn’t going to last long. I pulled her up. “Let me do you first.” “Okay, lover.” She laid down on the bed, spread her legs and raised her eyebrows at me, questioning, well what are you waiting for? Sometimes life is so good. I started at the back of her neck because this is the best place to breathe in the scent of woman, this is the place where the feel and smell of hair is most intoxicating this is where I try to memorize the ecstasy forever but cannot. This is where her passion is. I looked at her face. I traced my fingers lightly over her eyebrows and eyelashes, I traced her cheekbone to her chin, I brushed ever so softly her lips. This is how I can look at her and I see wonder and beauty. And put my palm against her cheek and close my eyes and I can see in my mind her warmth, a flickering red warmth. I took her palm and bring it my check to feel your touch. And from her hand I took in the scent of toil and cooking, and the scent of overcoming strength. I kissed the inside of her arm and up the inside of her arm, very slowly. This is where her excitement is, and I can feel it on my lips. And I kiss the top of your shoulder and taste the sunshine and open air and heat. I kiss the middle of your chest, over your heart and it beckons, so I laid my head on her bosom and I heard the pain and hurts but the beat was strong and surviving, and comforting. I felt at peace. She looked so sexy in anklet only. I drank in with my eyes, patiently and unreservedly, her naked beauty. I moved to her feet, kissing each toe, separately, and her arch and heel and her ankle and came back around to her instep, so that I understood the roads she had traveled and the roads where she had lost her way. And I kissed up her legs to her knees, and the back of her knees, which were slightly moist, and full of her scent, and I understood the weights she had borne. And kissed the back of powerful thighs, and moved up from the coolness of her butt to the warmth of her spine and I kissed up her spine and I caressed and massaged the muscles around her spine, and to the back off her neck. I turned you over. And I spent a long time, with my eyes closed, memorizing your face with my kisses, feeling her peaceful mood through my lips. And I moved down to the center of her chest, and felt her breast and nipple with my cheek and I kissed it lightly, and the other breast, now jealous, demanded attention that I was happy to give. I kissed down the center of her to her navel, kissing just barely, kissing only the light down on her belly so that it made her shiver. And I moved down further, my kisses getting more insistent. And I stopped at her essence, and she was now lost completely in blackness with only one sensation, and she focused on that, and she floated, and did not believe how incredibly light her soul had become, and how it hovered over the universe, and in her ecstasy she took in the wonder and the appreciation of existence, and breathed out, hard, because the sensitivity was just too tender, and she put our head back and shut your eyes tightly so you could remember the feeling of ecstasy that she had just a fleeting moment ago. Now I had her. She screamed and she gushed. She actually squirted. I had never seen any other woman do that. “Come up here,” she said breathlessly and urgently, “come fuck me. God! Where did you learn how to do that? Nobody has ever eaten my pussy like that.” I wondered silently how many people had tried. She grabbed my arms and pinched hard, hard enough to hurt. I slapped away her arms and spread her legs wider with my knees. Now I was rough because that’s what she wanted. I manhandled her; I pulled her by the back of the knees closer to me. I was already hard and she was so wet I slipped in without aid. I pumped her slowly at first, enjoying the velvety feel of her pussy. She started scratching my back and hitting me. I got the message: she wanted it rough. So I pumped her hard, hard enough that her head was now banging against the headboard. “Is this what you want, you Indian cunt? You want it hard like this.” “Yes! Yes! Fuck me bastard. Harder. Harder, don’t be a pussy.” She had already sucked my cock and I had been in an unbelievably aroused state when I was eating her sweet pussy, so I didn’t last long. I thrust hard and came like I never have before, grunting involuntarily. I squirted and then again and again and again. There was so much come I actually felt it squish out of her cunt and onto my balls. My sweat was pouring on her face. She licked the sweat off my forehead, slowly, enjoying it, with a naughty smile. “You’re a really bad girl.” I extricated my cock slowly out of her cunt, not wanting to spill any come. I laid down beside her. I put a finger in her cunt, and another, and a third and started fucking her with my fingers. I then offered her my dripping fingers. She grabbed my arm and deep throated all three fingers. “Mmmmmm…..” I pulled her by the hair and forced her head down to my glistening cock. I laid down on my back and got comfortable, not letting go of her hair. “Clean it off bitch.” She licked hungrily and urgently, like a gecko lizard. She licked the come of my balls. She then swallowed my cock completely. I was hard again. She slowed down, enjoying the feel of my cock with her tongue. She swabbed the head and then she licked my balls. She got underneath and licked all the way to my asshole. She licked the side of inner thighs. She knew the spots. Wherever she licked I felt the warmth of her tongue and then sudden coolness of saliva left behind. It was ecstasy. I was again close to coming. I grabbed both sides of her head. I held her still while I pumped her mouth. She stared at me; I stared at her. She looked so devilishly sexy with her dishelved hair and my cock in her mouth and her eyes high in her eye sockets as she maintained eye contact with me. My stomach muscles tightened and my legs tensed and my toes curled and let loose another huge load. Where is all this come coming from, I thought absurdly, even as I was enjoying the impossible pleasure of release. I felt her swallow. My pleasure was doubled knowing that she was swallowing. I had been a long time since a girl swallowed for me. I was breathing hard now and my stomach cramped. I thought I might have pulled a muscle. She got most of my come. Some dribbled down the side of my cock but didn’t get too far before her gecko lizard tongue got it. “You taste so good,” she whispered loudly. “Spicy! You must have had curry recently.” I was still enjoying the afterglow and I couldn’t talk. My abdominal muscles were just beginning to relax but I was still breathing hard. We fell asleep like that, with her head nuzzled in my crotch. III Sometime during the night I was awakened in best way a man can be. Her mouth had engulfed my cock and I could feel her tongue, ever so dexterous. “I need more,” she said. She got me hard quickly. “Fuck me in the ass, lover.” Who was I to argue? She got on all fours and I got behind her and I jerked her ankles and told her to lie flat. I shoved a couple of fingers in her cunt. “You’re already wet whore!” “Yes, darling. Now stop talking and fuck my asshole.” I used some of her cunt juice to lubricate her asshole. It was tight, but not virgin because one finger slipped in easily. Clearly someone else had been there before. I lay on top of her and straddled her. I held the head of my cock at her back entrance. I pushed hard and my cock bent at first and then suddenly the head slipped in. This was another new thrill for me. She screamed. “Oww, slow down.” “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. “Don’t you dare you sonofabitch! Push it in slowly.” I wouldn’t have stopped anyway. I pushed. It was surreal to watch my cock slowly disappear inch by inch into her ass. When I was all the way in I paused to let her get used to the sensation. “Oh, my ass, my ass…”, she whispered, and then she shouted loudly, “Don’t you know how to fuck? Fuck me you worthless-“ I started pumping, not gently and she buried her head in the pillow and whimpered. “That’s so good,” she muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me harder.” I fucked her for all I was worth. I knew I would come hard; this was the first anal experience for me and she was just so incredibly sexy. Even in this vulnerable position she had great presence. The smell of hair was intoxicating. She turned her head so I could kiss her. I was kissing her while I was fucking her asshole. Suddenly my body tensed, my neck and abdomen and thighs and toes tensed, almost painfully, and I thrust deep into her ass, and spurted three, four, five times. She whimpered, “Oh God Oh God Oh God…” I turned over, my cock slipping out of her asshole with a pop. Her asshole remained open. I promptly fell asleep. When I awoke, she was gone. I searched around in case she had left a note but she had not. IV The rest of the drive to Ramesh’s house was easy. I followed his directions and found it quickly. I parked on street, grabbed my overnight bag and walked up the driveway. He opened the door before I could knock. I offered my hand to him, which he shook, but then he pulled me towards him and hugged me, holding me a little longer than I felt comfortable with. I don’t remember him being a particularly affectionate person. Maybe marriage had mellowed him out. “Let me take your bag,” he said. “Go sit down in the living room. Want some coffee?” “Sure.” “Still take it black?” he shouted from kitchen. I hunkered down on cushy black leather couch. “Black is fine.” “How you been?” he asked as he handed me the coffee mug. “Yesterday I would have said suicidal. Today I have to say fabulous.” “Something happened?” he asked with a smile. “Something good?” “Something very good, ” I said. “Tell me.” “Where’s Nita?” I asked. I wanted to know that we had privacy before I went into the details of my escapade last night. He’s simply not going to believe me, I thought. “She should be home any minute. She was on business trip for a couple of days. She travels a lot.” He continued, “I keep telling her to slow down but she’s full of energy. She’s a great gal. A little conservative in bed though, if you know what I mean. She travels a lot so we don’t get together much. And when we do it’s pretty much ” I didn’t really “Good,” I said. “I fucked this incredible girl last night.” He leered, “Oh yeah? Who, yaar?” Just then I heard a car honk. “Ah”, Ramesh said, “Nita’s here.” I heard the front door open and a woman walked in with a bag. I heard her say hi honey, I’m home, I missed you so much, give me a kiss…The rest faded out in my shock. She was the girl I had fucked last night. She was Nita. She was still wearing her jeans and the snug white T-shirt.