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She is lush. You get lost in the thickness of her wit, her charm, her sweetness, her curves, her sex. She is whiskey neat. She burns, she soothes, she warms, she makes you forget or worse she makes you remember. She is literature. She is an adventure, a classic, a mystery, a plot twist, a page turner, a hard read, a childhood favorite, a romance, a triumph, a tragedy. She is stolen moments, secret lust, extra, on the side, a maybe, a la carte, a vacation, a dream, a fantasy. One day, she will be someone’s everything.

allthethingsiwant (via allthethingsiwant)

Sorry for the earlier post

Hey hi I just went through one of your post and thought of it as a personal experience rather than a erotic story writer. It was so descriptive that all the things sounded as if you were sharing your own real personal story. But it was wrong of me to comment on you. I still want to know more about you. Please forgive me for the touching part I said in my earlier msg. Still Hope to know you

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@aabish03 , you didn’t mention which post you referred to, but just to clarify (though I don’t need to), I do not write erotic stories. I have this Tumblr account and when a particular photo/video/text reminds me of something from my own life, I just dump my thoughts as they come (which is why you would often see lack of coherence and sometimes even irrelevant subjects creeping into my posts; apologies for that).

Nevertheless, I will take this as a compliment and thank you for taking your time to read my posts. It will however be good if you could in your questions, link the post so that I know which one you’re referring to.

:)

It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.

inksomniac  (via wordsnquotes)

And this is the art that my husband is a master of, someone who can show me rainbows in the night and get me flowing below just talking to me over a stupid telephone from miles away in a different country.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 1

I have not been able to find the time or energy to chronicle in the recent past. So many things happened and I was very engaged in different fronts thus not be able to spare the effort to record it.

This is something that happened shortly before the pandemic triggered the lock-down in India. Do bear in mind that some of the dialogue here are recreated because I do not remember the exact words that were spoken. But I will try my best to keep it as close to reality as possible to reflect the mood of the event as it happened.

It was a rather uncomfortably hot and humid summer weekend and my office was closed. After the morning chores were over at home, I thought of taking a break for myself and indulge in a bit of window shopping at a mall which is a short travel in a cab from my home and almost adjacent to a rather plush international chain of luxury hotels. I asked the nanny of my kids to be there for them as I left home.

As I waited for my Uber to arrive, I realized how stiflingly hot and humid the day was despite a clear blue sky. There was an element of happiness in the air despite the high temperature. Because I am of duskier complexion, I have often been told that I look attractive in darker shades. I had chosen for that day, a brown chiffon saree with a deep maroon sleeveless blouse with liberal cuts in it to make it bearable to stay dressed in the summer. For an extra kick to myself, I had a black brassiere to go with it. I was gifted a bottle of Miss Dior by a very close friend of mine and I dabbed it lightly. It is one of my most favourite perfumes and I loved the whiffs I kept catching off me. I maintained my makeup to the minimum to avoid getting more suffocating, but did carry my favourite lipstick with me. I have often been complimented on my hair which reaches almost up to the parting of my hips and I decided to flaunt it by leaving it untied and open. I love to dress myself traditionally and I applied a strip of vermilion at the parting of my hair and a deep-red bindi on my forehead. I was never a heavy jewelry person and I decided to keep just my ring, my two bangles, my nose-pin, a single anklet that I wear around my left ankle and a gold chain on. I know it sounds a lot, but if you look up traditional Indian women's jewelry, this is actually minimalist. I cannot deny, I loved myself in that dress for that day and it generated a sense of happiness in me.

However dark shades and high temperature have an alliance between them and they work together to get me sweaty quickly unless I am in an AC environment. To top it all, I have a natural tendency to sweat much more than the average. I could sense that in spite of just having taken a bath before starting, sweat was accumulating in my underarms and back, beginning to make wet patches form at those places. Fortunately, my Uber arrived shortly and it was a big relief to get inside the AC cab as I headed for the mall with my small, black clutch resting on the seat next to me. The cool air from the vents blowing across my skin, wet from the sweat, generated a nice feeling. It was a break I was taking for myself after quite some time and I was enjoying the escape from the routine. Through the lightly tinted glasses of my cab, I saw the clear sky and sparsely populated streets as we drove. Nobody was mad to step out in this hot afternoon sun on a weekend. For one brief moment I looked at the rear-view mirror to check my hair. To my surprise, pleasant I suppose, I found my cab driver trying to steal glances at me through the mirror. I ignored his efforts, but deep inside i could feel a happiness bubble forming at the thought that it was actually a compliment to me as I have been found attractive to a man. A fifteen minute drive brought me to main gate of the mall.

To be continued...

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Hell Explained By A Chemistry Student

First things first. Nice job with the blog. Secondly,, you seem quite an interesting. Looking forward to having a cup with you some good day. :)

Thank you.

Have you considered writing an erotic novel ? You have a flair for the English language ? It's seldom that I (and I'm sure others) read the post more than looking at the picture of the video associated to it.

I would take that as a compliment. Big thank you to you. I can't make up a plot or a situation for a novel and even if I could, who would bother to read it?

It’s not the same when there’s no growing old together,’ she replies. ‘Without that love is just heartbreak.“

True that.