Saturday 28 September 2019
Thursday 26 September 2019
Wednesday 25 September 2019
Tuesday 24 September 2019
My favourite character from the Edge of Ecstasy series
Of all the characters I have written in the Edge of Ecstasy series, Sanjana from my first book is my favourite. Sanjana is a divorcee in her late thirties worrying about the small amount of belly fat she is putting on as her metabolism slows. I love Sanjana because she is such a real Indian woman. Every Indian woman I know is naturally angelically beautiful but thinks she isn't. So that's why I love Sanjana, she is so real that she could actually exist.
Saturday 21 September 2019
My experiments with writing
While writing I used to make 2 basic errors:
One, I tended to write very long sentences with a lot of commas and semi colons. Once I wrote a sentence that was in the Dostoyevsky style, i.e. half a page long. It was all grammatically correct but impossible to comprehend unless someone had aced English section in CAT.
Two, I tended to make the “said” part of conversations flowery by using synonyms. Eg: she inquired, she expressed, he mentioned, etc.
Both mistakes were corrected by the wonderful editor at my publisher who told me to use shorter easier to read sentences and stop using too many synonyms for “said”.
One, I tended to write very long sentences with a lot of commas and semi colons. Once I wrote a sentence that was in the Dostoyevsky style, i.e. half a page long. It was all grammatically correct but impossible to comprehend unless someone had aced English section in CAT.
Two, I tended to make the “said” part of conversations flowery by using synonyms. Eg: she inquired, she expressed, he mentioned, etc.
Both mistakes were corrected by the wonderful editor at my publisher who told me to use shorter easier to read sentences and stop using too many synonyms for “said”.
Friday 20 September 2019
Thursday 19 September 2019
Health tips!
- Weight training with aerobics
- Mix up your workouts so as to not get bored
- I have found yoga to give the highest overall health benefits that exercise can give. It is worth investing in a yoga trainer. It will save you millions in hospital expenses later.
- Limit the amount of carbs you eat. No need to go full keto all the time but have a look at nutrition labels before you decide what to put inside your mouth
Things that happen only in India
- People caring if you went to IIT or IIM. Outside India, Delhi University has a better recall in most countries vs IIMs (personal experience, might be limited)
- Arranged marriage between virgins with no idea of sexual compatibility
- Polluted congested choking cities with terrible public transport
- Slow inefficient bureaucracy
- Shows that never end. Did you know Kumkum Bhagya had 1500 episodes! 1500!!!
All Edge Of Ecstasy books so far (1 to 6)
Sanjana's Seduction on Amazon: https://amzn.to/310bet8
Sanjana's Seduction on Google Books: Click here
Sanjana's Seduction on Juggernaut: https://www.juggernaut.in/books/sanjanas-seduction
Aditi's Game on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XnHhks
Aditi's Game on Google Books: Click here
Sonal's Adventure on Google books: click here
Smriti's First on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2YbG3xi
On Google play: Click here
Anisha's Wedding on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2PVvgDJ
On Google Play: click here
On Google play: Click here
Anisha's Wedding on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2PVvgDJ
On Google Play: click here
Wednesday 18 September 2019
Two sentence love story
As their hands touched, he felt electricity surge through his body.
She turned to look at the man whose hand she had accidentally held, and knew, as she looked into his soft kind eyes, that they would be together forever.
She turned to look at the man whose hand she had accidentally held, and knew, as she looked into his soft kind eyes, that they would be together forever.
Monday 16 September 2019
Funniest corporate life incident
This happened at my ex company.
An email thread started about someone who had “parked their car in front of a Director’s car not allowing the Director to leave for home early”. This is what the Director, in absolute mind-altering anger, emailed everyone had happened. The subject line of the email was “Uncivilized car parking”.
This spun off into a viciously long email thread about “How directors could leave early but no one else could”, about “where to buy uncivilized cars”. People started batting for the “uncivilized car park-er” saying maybe he was in an unnatural hurry, had to go to the loo or had (in a past life) been wronged by the director somehow – a very vivid example was given here: the director was a lion and the obstructive car park-er was a mouse who had been eaten by the lion, and thus, this was cosmic revenge. Someone also took a photo of the parking situation and posted it on the company’s Wikipedia page and intranet.
Overall, by the end of the day, 5000 emails were written on this thread and the email flow only stopped when HR wrote to the bosses of everyone who had initiated an email (90% of the emails had been “Please remove me from this thread” BTW) telling them to rein in their subordinates.
An email thread started about someone who had “parked their car in front of a Director’s car not allowing the Director to leave for home early”. This is what the Director, in absolute mind-altering anger, emailed everyone had happened. The subject line of the email was “Uncivilized car parking”.
This spun off into a viciously long email thread about “How directors could leave early but no one else could”, about “where to buy uncivilized cars”. People started batting for the “uncivilized car park-er” saying maybe he was in an unnatural hurry, had to go to the loo or had (in a past life) been wronged by the director somehow – a very vivid example was given here: the director was a lion and the obstructive car park-er was a mouse who had been eaten by the lion, and thus, this was cosmic revenge. Someone also took a photo of the parking situation and posted it on the company’s Wikipedia page and intranet.
Overall, by the end of the day, 5000 emails were written on this thread and the email flow only stopped when HR wrote to the bosses of everyone who had initiated an email (90% of the emails had been “Please remove me from this thread” BTW) telling them to rein in their subordinates.
Snippet 1: Pooja's Passion (Edge of Ecstasy 7) Coming Soon
She looked at her naked body in the mirror for half a minute, gazing at her neither too large, neither too small breasts down to her slender waist, down finally to her hairy crotch. She turned to the side looking over her shoulder at the taut roundness of her hips, showing them off to the mirror as if it were a to-be lover. She wondered if she should put her blouse back on but let go of the thought. For some reason beyond her understanding, the strength of her orgasms when she masturbated naked was manifold when she did with even a single garment on.
She climbed on to the bed placing two pillows by her bedpost first and then propped her head on them. She moved her left hand down to open her vaginal lips as with her right she began introducing the brinjal to her genitalia. The brinjal was chilled cold from the fridge and Pooja gasped in discomfort as its coldness met the warmth of her vaginal lips. She rubbed its girth up and down along the centre of her vulva coating it with as much of her fluids as possible before she made her first attempt to push the vegetable inside her. She tried and tried but either her vagina was too tight to take it inside or the vegetable was just too big for her. Even with how wet and turned on as she was, the vegetable did not budge beyond the initial one or two millimeters it had intruded inside her vagina with her first thrust.
Pooja felt frustrated and almost screamed with frustration. Then, she remembered the bottle of oil in her attached bathroom. She got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom grabbing the bottle of a branded hair oil and a hand towel. Climbing on to the bed, she spread out the towel on the bed first and threw the brinjal on to it. Having done that, she opened the bottle of hair oil and applied a very generous amount of it to the brinjal – so much so that the vegetable began dripping hair oil. She placed the now oil-lubricated brinjal in her hands and started her attempt to take it inside her again, spreading her vaginal lips with her left hand as she began pushing it inside her with her right. This time, the brinjal entered her vagina albeit slowly, due to its girth; Pooja gasped loudly as her vaginal insides received a shock from the coldness of the vegetable. Additionally, owing to its girth, it felt like the brinjal was stretching her vagina to the limit. But discomfiting as its coldness and its size was, it was still terrifically satisfying to finally have something inside her.
Pooja began thrusting the brinjal in and out of her vagina with her right hand. The vegetable coated in an adequate slathering of oil mixed with her vaginal fluids made a loud wet squelching noise as it entered and exited her. The first few thrusts were painful owing especially to how cold it felt inside her, making her vaginal walls almost numb but after the first few thrusts were over, feeling returned all over to Pooja’s vagina and she began enjoying her makeshift sex toy. Pooja moved her left hand to the brinjal’s head as well and began thrusting it in and out with both hands, increasing her pace. She began to moan as it ignited her insides. The brinjal no longer felt cold or large; her vagina had accepted it as a suitable stimulator. Pooja increased the pace of her masturbation even more. She could feel an orgasm building up in her loins.
“Godddddd…” she moaned loudly as she felt small pleasure centers inside her vagina begin to explode. Each thrust felt like it would just ignite her orgasm but despite the pace with which she was now masturbating, moving the brinjal in and out of her more than a few times every second, the tension continued to build up slowly. Pooja yelled in frustration, aware that she would perhaps now be audible outside her house but she was too far gone to care. She continued to thrust, clenching her teeth – she could feel a small stream of some kind of viscous fluid drip down outside her vagina, most likely a mixture of the hair oil and her fluids. It went down her loins in a ticklish trickle. Her vagina felt like it was on fire but it simply refused to finish.
Sunday 15 September 2019
Friday 13 September 2019
Snippet 1: Varsha’s Wedding : Edge of Ecstasy 9
A brief passage from “Varsha’s Wedding Night” – Edge of Ecstasy 9 – follows:
Chapter One
Varsha felt tired.
She was wearing traditional wedding clothes and jewellery that weighed close to ten kilos. She knew she looked stunning. Hence she had stopped her make-up artist from going overboard in applying rouge on her and making her look like a tomato, as the artist had done with most of her friends. But even the light make-up she had on her face felt sticky and heavy in Delhi’s capricious winter.
The priest kept muttering mantras under his breath. Even he appeared tired. But for some reason, he kept going on and on.
The wedding proceedings had started hours ago with pomp and show. Sandeep had come on the horse smiling shyly, as the wedding procession moved amorphously around him. He looked more handsome than usual, even though Varsha had noticed that he hadn’t shaved.
Now, he too, seemed tired and bleary. He kept missing the priest’s prompts to pour ghee into the wedding fire. He shifted in his seat. Varsha felt her right foot go dead again and she shifted too.
“Om…” the priest droned on. Varsha poured grains into the fire and a split second later, Sandeep poured a spoonful of ghee, yawning.
“Your cleavage is showing,” Varsha heard a whisper in his ear. She turned to see her sister Shivani bending to whisper in her ear.
Varsha didn’t care. She just wanted the ordeal to be over. There was basically no one left at the wedding anyway – only their parents, a few cousins and a few close friends. Nevertheless, she let Shivani help her pull up her dupatta to cover her breasts better.
When the evening began, she had been excited and aroused. Her panties had felt wet with excitement and anticipation for kissing Sandeep, making love to him. But she had forgotten how long her sister’s wedding had been.
She had expected to be naked in Sandeep’s arms by now, asleep.
Instead, the priest droned on and on, as if he would chant one mantra for every rupee he was being paid.
When it all finally ended at 4:30 AM in the morning, and her parents and siblings lined up for her departure, Varsha had barely any energy left to emote. Nevertheless, she was so tired that she ended up crying more out of frustration and fatigue. Her father’s face melted her heart.She could see how much he would miss her. Of her two siblings – a younger brother and elder sister – she had been his favorite.
As she hugged Shivani goodbye, Shivani whispered in her ear again, mock-cheering, “Sex! Sex! Sex!”
*
In the car on the way to his house, Varsha put her head tentatively on his shoulder. Sandeep put an arm around her, his hand resting on her bare forearm. She nestled up into him, hoping the driver didn’t notice.
Sandeep kissed her on the forehead and she felt happy and content after a long time.
“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing her forearm as he spoke.
She felt sparks fly where his hand rubbed her forearm. If the driver wasn’t present in the car, she would have put a hand on his face and kissed his lips.
“A little,” she whispered back.
Sandeep moved his arm down from the car’s backrest, holding her around her exposed waist, pulling her in tighter towards him. Varsha drew in a ragged breath softly, unsure if the driver could hear her. She had a strong urge to place her hand over his crotch.
Instead, she nestled her head into his neck.
She was asleep within seconds.
She woke up to a warm wet kiss on her forehead.
“Wake up, princess,” Sandeep whispered.
Varsha had dreamt, surprisingly, of being asleep. It had been a dream of a special happy kind of sleep – one of content.
She blinked and yawned, drawing herself away from his arms to stretch.
As she stretched and her hips moved across the car seat, she realized her panties were cold with her vaginal secretions.
She looked back at Sandeep who was smiling staring at her quietly and felt a pang in her loins. Despite her tiredness, she wanted nothing more than ripping off both their clothes and letting his manhood inside her.
Chapter One
Varsha felt tired.
She was wearing traditional wedding clothes and jewellery that weighed close to ten kilos. She knew she looked stunning. Hence she had stopped her make-up artist from going overboard in applying rouge on her and making her look like a tomato, as the artist had done with most of her friends. But even the light make-up she had on her face felt sticky and heavy in Delhi’s capricious winter.
The priest kept muttering mantras under his breath. Even he appeared tired. But for some reason, he kept going on and on.
The wedding proceedings had started hours ago with pomp and show. Sandeep had come on the horse smiling shyly, as the wedding procession moved amorphously around him. He looked more handsome than usual, even though Varsha had noticed that he hadn’t shaved.
Now, he too, seemed tired and bleary. He kept missing the priest’s prompts to pour ghee into the wedding fire. He shifted in his seat. Varsha felt her right foot go dead again and she shifted too.
“Om…” the priest droned on. Varsha poured grains into the fire and a split second later, Sandeep poured a spoonful of ghee, yawning.
“Your cleavage is showing,” Varsha heard a whisper in his ear. She turned to see her sister Shivani bending to whisper in her ear.
Varsha didn’t care. She just wanted the ordeal to be over. There was basically no one left at the wedding anyway – only their parents, a few cousins and a few close friends. Nevertheless, she let Shivani help her pull up her dupatta to cover her breasts better.
When the evening began, she had been excited and aroused. Her panties had felt wet with excitement and anticipation for kissing Sandeep, making love to him. But she had forgotten how long her sister’s wedding had been.
She had expected to be naked in Sandeep’s arms by now, asleep.
Instead, the priest droned on and on, as if he would chant one mantra for every rupee he was being paid.
When it all finally ended at 4:30 AM in the morning, and her parents and siblings lined up for her departure, Varsha had barely any energy left to emote. Nevertheless, she was so tired that she ended up crying more out of frustration and fatigue. Her father’s face melted her heart.She could see how much he would miss her. Of her two siblings – a younger brother and elder sister – she had been his favorite.
As she hugged Shivani goodbye, Shivani whispered in her ear again, mock-cheering, “Sex! Sex! Sex!”
*
In the car on the way to his house, Varsha put her head tentatively on his shoulder. Sandeep put an arm around her, his hand resting on her bare forearm. She nestled up into him, hoping the driver didn’t notice.
Sandeep kissed her on the forehead and she felt happy and content after a long time.
“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing her forearm as he spoke.
She felt sparks fly where his hand rubbed her forearm. If the driver wasn’t present in the car, she would have put a hand on his face and kissed his lips.
“A little,” she whispered back.
Sandeep moved his arm down from the car’s backrest, holding her around her exposed waist, pulling her in tighter towards him. Varsha drew in a ragged breath softly, unsure if the driver could hear her. She had a strong urge to place her hand over his crotch.
Instead, she nestled her head into his neck.
She was asleep within seconds.
She woke up to a warm wet kiss on her forehead.
“Wake up, princess,” Sandeep whispered.
Varsha had dreamt, surprisingly, of being asleep. It had been a dream of a special happy kind of sleep – one of content.
She blinked and yawned, drawing herself away from his arms to stretch.
As she stretched and her hips moved across the car seat, she realized her panties were cold with her vaginal secretions.
She looked back at Sandeep who was smiling staring at her quietly and felt a pang in her loins. Despite her tiredness, she wanted nothing more than ripping off both their clothes and letting his manhood inside her.
Tuesday 10 September 2019
Saturday 7 September 2019
Snippet 2: Anisha's Wedding (Edge of Ecstasy 6)
Anisha’s mother kind of nodded at Rashi as she made her way to the restroom. She knocked.
Anisha opened the door to allow Rashi to enter and then closed it behind her.
“Do you need to pee?” Rashi asked.
Anisha took Rashi’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips, gently but with a fiery firmness.
“Wherever I am, I will always love you,” Anisha whispered, withdrawing her lips from Rashi’s for moments. They kissed again, Rashi initiating the kiss this time. Rashi moved down to Anisha’s neck, licking her, biting her, fondling Anisha’s breasts through her blouse.
“My mom’s right outside, Rashi,” Anisha whispered.
But Rashi didn’t stop, licking her neck even more passionately, wetting it with saliva as with her hands, she undid the strings that held the blouse in place behind Anisha’s back. She unhooked Anisha’s bra then and dropped both the blouse and the bra to the floor. Rashi then began kissing Anisha’s perky breasts, sucking at her nipples ravenously, drawing soft moans out of Anisha. She alternated between Anisha’s nipples, playing with them with her tongue, flicking them down against her breast in circles; Anisha let out soft gasps of delight, holding Rashi’s head in her hands.
Rashi withdrew from her breasts suddenly and Anisha was about to bend down to put her bra and her blouse back on, when she began pushing Anisha towards the commode.
“Just returning the favor from the train station,” Rashi whispered in her ear, pulling on and loosening the drawstring that held Anisha’s lehenga-skirt up. The skirt dropped to the bathroom floor revealing a pair of lacy revealing panties.
“These were for tonight… for you,” Anisha whispered, looking at her shyly.
Rashi pulled Anisha’s panties down off her hips and as Anisha had in the train station bathroom stall, seated Anisha on the back of her closed commode seat. Rashi pulled Anisha’s legs wide to reveal her vagina – which had been waxed hairless in preparation for the wedding. She saw how wet Anisha’s vulva was; vaginal fluid was somehow forming bubbles near her clitoris, even as some of it had began dripping out onto her inner thighs. Rashi took the index and middle finger of her right hand and rubbed Anisha’s vaginal lips with them, in turn coating them with Anisha’s fluids. Then parting her vaginal lips with her left hand, she entered her with her fingers; Anisha bit on her lips to stifle a moan.
Rashi started finger-fucking her hard from the onset making Anisha yelp, partly with the pleasure and partly with the suddenness of the intensity.
“All OK inside, beta?” Anisha’s mother asked from outside the bathroom door.
“Her periods have started, aunty,” Rashi replied, making sure to continue thrusting her fingers in and out of Anisha’s vagina all the while. Anisha placed both hands on her mouth, breathing hard through her nostrils as each thrust drove her to the edge of ecstasy.
“Just helping her, it will take five minutes,” Rashi replied, while continuing with her thrusts. Anisha’s face and breasts were red and flushed and there was no way she could go outside in this state.
“OK, beta,” came the response from outside the door.
Rashi pulled one of Anisha’s hands off her mouth and took it in her left hand, gripping it tight; with fingers of her right hand, she kept prodding in and out of Anisha’s warm insides. Anisha took her hand off her mouth and opened it in a silent-scream; with her free hand, she gripped the edge of the commode seat, her perky breasts contracting and expanding in front of Rashi. She panted as she felt Rashi’s fingers ignite every molecule inside her vagina; she felt her vagina welcome them by generating more and more natural lubricant.
“Oh, Rashi…” Anisha whispered with a soft moan. Her vagina was slowly but surely drenching Rashi’s hands and fingers with fluids; Rashi’s fingers made wet squishing sounds as they moved in and out of her. Anisha freed her hands: one from Rashi’s grasp and the other from the toilet seat and placed them on her breasts, squeezing them hard, almost painfully hard. Rashi knew Anisha could orgasm from insertion alone, but she made sure to keep giving her clitoris the occasional touch or tingle with the base of her right thumb as she finger-fucked her.
Anisha opened her legs wider, her hips began to shake. She started grinding her hips towards the base of Rashi’s fingers, feeling the heat building up overpoweringly between her loins. Rashi increased the speed and pressure with which she was banging her insides, making sure to grind harder against Anisha’s vaginal walls while her fingers were inside. Anisha moaned softly, hoping she wasn’t audible outside the restroom. She dug her fingernails into her breasts to keep herself from making too much noise.
“Should I put in one more finger?” Rashi asked. “You are wide enough now.”
Know more: https://amzn.to/2PVvgDJ
Snippet 1: Anisha's Wedding (Edge of Ecstasy 6)
“For sex, yes,” Raman replied, “But this is not sex. We are just fooling around.”
With no apparent choice left, she took his member in her hands and began to jerk it up and down, like she had seen performers do in porn movies.
“In the mouth, please,” Raman said, groaning.
She kissed the tip of his penis, even as she jerked it, but it reviled her even more – its sight, its smell. She moved her mouth off it, doubling the speed of her jerking instead, hoping it would work. Raman moaned loudly, unable to speak anymore.
Raman pushed both her breasts out of her bra, so that the cups of her bra were now below her breasts, propping them up and started squeezing them harder, with a predatory passion. Anisha groaned in genuine pain as her breasts hurt with his very rough groping; she increased the speed of her jerking even more, hoping he would forget all about her breasts.
On the contrary, he took that as a signal that she was enjoying what he was doing with her breasts, groping them even more roughly now. He started pinching them all over; it hurt terribly especially when he pinched around her sensitive nipples.
“Softer… please…” Anisha pleaded, but Raman continued to treat her breasts savagely as if they were his playthings. Just as Anisha decided she would pull away from him, his penis began to stiffen and Raman groaned loudly. Anisha closed her eyes and her mouth as spurt upon spurt of his semen rained on her face and her breasts, his penis twitching wildly in her hands.
Know more: https://amzn.to/2PVvgDJ
Snippet from upcoming unnamed book
Sayani hurriedly took off her pyjamas and panties, leaving only her T-shirt on. She had no bra underneath and she decided that she would take the T-shirt off later if she felt like playing with her nipples.
She then laid down on the bed on her back and parted her vaginal lips with her fingers, shoving the dildo inside with her right hand. She gasped as she felt a shortness of breath as the dildo entered deep inside her vagina, tingling the millions of pleasure centers inside her vagina. She rested her head back on the pillow, removing her left hand off her vagina and started adjusting her headphones, to make sure they covered only one of her ears fully. Her bedroom door was locked and her parents were gone for their Sunday temple visit, but she wanted to be able to stop what she was doing if someone came knocking, unexpectedly.
Leaving the dildo thrust inside her, she un-paused the porn movie on her phone, putting the phone on her bed table in a half-tilted kind of position supported by a mobile phone stand. The headphones were connected by Bluetooth to the phone. On her phone, a well-dressed black man entered the room where a slim dusky skinned woman sat, wearing a revealing set of lingerie showing ample cleavage.
Sayani had seen this movie earlier. She loved it because the couple got straight down to business instead of building pointless backstory. She had never understood the point of backstory for porn: porn was about sex and people masturbating to it. Who masturbates to a backstory?
On the screen, the black man started groping the woman’s breasts roughly through her lingerie. The woman put up flimsy resistance, seemingly looking behind the camera. Sayani lifted her naked hips and placed the pair of pyjamas she had just taken off, between the bedsheet and her hips. Sometimes – she had never been able to discern a pattern – her vagina would choose to squirt a lot when she orgasmed. She hoped today wasn’t one of those days because if it was, the pyjamas weren’t near enough protection for her bed. She would have to pretend to her parents (if they saw the wet spot of her vaginal juices) that she had mistakenly left a bottle of water uncapped on her bed again.
By now the man had taken off the woman’s lingerie revealing what looked like natural breasts with large purple nipples, not unlike Sayani’s own. If anything, Sayani’s were larger. That was one of the reasons, she liked this movie – she liked to pretend the girl in the movie was her.
The dusky woman now took off the man’s pants and boxers, revealing a massive penis – at least nine inches long. Plus it seemed to have really adequate girth. The woman bent down and placed the penis in her mouth, beginning to slurp on it.
Sayani could feel her vagina become moister by the second as the scene proceeded, even though her dildo was still motionless inside her. She just loved the sight of the man’s pitch black massive organ. Sayani slowly began thrusting the dildo in and out of her vagina with her right hand, imagining it was the black man’s penis.
“Oh,” she said softly, her eyes closing for a couple of seconds involuntarily. She found her clitoris with her left hand and began to slowly rub it in circles with her left thumb, as she gently thrust the dildo in and out of her.
Things heated up on her phone’s screen. The man now lifted the woman and carried her to a desk in the middle of the room, making her bend over. Then with one hand, he started guiding his condom-less organ inside her vagina. The woman screamed with pain as the man tried to penetrate her. She clearly wasn’t wet enough – plus the man was too big. For some reason, the woman’s screams turned Sayani on even more. She increased the pace of her thrusting and clitoral rubbing. If she had had an extra hand, she would have started pinching her nipples – her nipples felt warm and tingly, almost as if demanding stimulation.
The man in the movie spat expertly onto his own penis, seeking to lubricate its entry but it didn’t help: the woman kept squirming and yelping with pain.
“Shut up, slut!” the man said finally. Digging his hands into the woman’s hips, he began drilling her roughly, making the woman constantly scream in pain.
Sayani loved this scene – she had never been fucked this hard, this raw by a man. Clinging to her fantasy that the black man was pummeling her vagina with his massive cock, Sayani began thrusting the dildo hard in and out of her. It hurt, but she imagined that like the woman in the movie, she had no control over the situation – it was simply a man in heat fucking her hard. With her left thumb, she increased the rubbing of her clitoris to a furious pace.
Sayani felt her mouth begin to get dry. Her second favorite part of the porn clip was about to come up. She could almost see the man’s cock harden. The man started to grunt and yell “AH!” with every thrust and Sayani knew he was close. He might have been a professional porn performer but clearly the big busty girl in the movie was too hot for him to “professionally” handle. Sayani tried, as she once had, to time her own orgasm with the man’s orgasm in the clip, furiously thrusting the dildo in and out, frantically rubbing her clitoris.
With an almight “FUCKKKKKK!” the man ejaculated filling the woman in the clip with load after load of his semen. But Sayani’s genitals were on a timetable of their own. Her body gave her no telltale signs of being about to finish. So she kept at it, almost dutifully, dildo-fucking her vagina and rubbing her clitoral muscle.
The man removed his penis from inside the woman, on screen, and his semen began dribbling out her vagina immediately. Sayani loved the sight of semen, especially on a woman’s vagina – it made her feel that the woman was loved, was owned. Aroused by the woman moaning as dollops of semen dribbled out of her vagina, Sayani suddenly felt the pre-orgasmic tension start to build in her belly. Her belly clenched inwards as if beginning to conserve energy for what was about to come. It became harder for her to breathe – whimpering softly, almost like an animal in heat, Sayani breathed in quick ragged breaths through her mouth.
The man wasn’t done yet. He carried the woman to the wall and placing the woman with her hands on the wall, penetrated her anus this time.
“Ohhhh!” Sayani moaned softly. The pleasure she felt radiate up from her clitoris was beginning to heighten with her rub, with every thrust of her dildo. She imagined, again, that the man had her up against the wall, his dark black hands smothering her breasts instead of the woman’s, pinching her nipples, drilling her ass with his weapon.
The image did it for her. She felt her eyes close, her toes curl and she knew her orgasm was close by. She forcefully opened her eyes to get one last look at the man’s dock up the woman’s asshole but then biology took over, shutting her eyes, making her belly, rectal and vaginal muscles contract inwards. She pushed in her dildo deep keeping it deep inside her, letting her vaginal walls contract around the dildo. It was a powerful contraction, tensing up her entire body for what seemed like an impossibly long time. When it finally released, Sayani screamed, “GAAAAAAH!” partly out of the tremendous pleasure radiating up from her crotch, and partly out of relief. Her muscles contracted again and she felt very aware of every millimeter of her dildo as her vagina contracted against it. Her vagina and clitoris exploded with pleasure again releasing tension, making her head arch back, her hips lift a little in the air. The second wave was stronger than the first and it made her scream gibberish even louder.
“GAHAAAAAAAHAAHAHA!” Sayani screamed as her body let go for the second time.
She then laid down on the bed on her back and parted her vaginal lips with her fingers, shoving the dildo inside with her right hand. She gasped as she felt a shortness of breath as the dildo entered deep inside her vagina, tingling the millions of pleasure centers inside her vagina. She rested her head back on the pillow, removing her left hand off her vagina and started adjusting her headphones, to make sure they covered only one of her ears fully. Her bedroom door was locked and her parents were gone for their Sunday temple visit, but she wanted to be able to stop what she was doing if someone came knocking, unexpectedly.
Leaving the dildo thrust inside her, she un-paused the porn movie on her phone, putting the phone on her bed table in a half-tilted kind of position supported by a mobile phone stand. The headphones were connected by Bluetooth to the phone. On her phone, a well-dressed black man entered the room where a slim dusky skinned woman sat, wearing a revealing set of lingerie showing ample cleavage.
Sayani had seen this movie earlier. She loved it because the couple got straight down to business instead of building pointless backstory. She had never understood the point of backstory for porn: porn was about sex and people masturbating to it. Who masturbates to a backstory?
On the screen, the black man started groping the woman’s breasts roughly through her lingerie. The woman put up flimsy resistance, seemingly looking behind the camera. Sayani lifted her naked hips and placed the pair of pyjamas she had just taken off, between the bedsheet and her hips. Sometimes – she had never been able to discern a pattern – her vagina would choose to squirt a lot when she orgasmed. She hoped today wasn’t one of those days because if it was, the pyjamas weren’t near enough protection for her bed. She would have to pretend to her parents (if they saw the wet spot of her vaginal juices) that she had mistakenly left a bottle of water uncapped on her bed again.
By now the man had taken off the woman’s lingerie revealing what looked like natural breasts with large purple nipples, not unlike Sayani’s own. If anything, Sayani’s were larger. That was one of the reasons, she liked this movie – she liked to pretend the girl in the movie was her.
The dusky woman now took off the man’s pants and boxers, revealing a massive penis – at least nine inches long. Plus it seemed to have really adequate girth. The woman bent down and placed the penis in her mouth, beginning to slurp on it.
Sayani could feel her vagina become moister by the second as the scene proceeded, even though her dildo was still motionless inside her. She just loved the sight of the man’s pitch black massive organ. Sayani slowly began thrusting the dildo in and out of her vagina with her right hand, imagining it was the black man’s penis.
“Oh,” she said softly, her eyes closing for a couple of seconds involuntarily. She found her clitoris with her left hand and began to slowly rub it in circles with her left thumb, as she gently thrust the dildo in and out of her.
Things heated up on her phone’s screen. The man now lifted the woman and carried her to a desk in the middle of the room, making her bend over. Then with one hand, he started guiding his condom-less organ inside her vagina. The woman screamed with pain as the man tried to penetrate her. She clearly wasn’t wet enough – plus the man was too big. For some reason, the woman’s screams turned Sayani on even more. She increased the pace of her thrusting and clitoral rubbing. If she had had an extra hand, she would have started pinching her nipples – her nipples felt warm and tingly, almost as if demanding stimulation.
The man in the movie spat expertly onto his own penis, seeking to lubricate its entry but it didn’t help: the woman kept squirming and yelping with pain.
“Shut up, slut!” the man said finally. Digging his hands into the woman’s hips, he began drilling her roughly, making the woman constantly scream in pain.
Sayani loved this scene – she had never been fucked this hard, this raw by a man. Clinging to her fantasy that the black man was pummeling her vagina with his massive cock, Sayani began thrusting the dildo hard in and out of her. It hurt, but she imagined that like the woman in the movie, she had no control over the situation – it was simply a man in heat fucking her hard. With her left thumb, she increased the rubbing of her clitoris to a furious pace.
Sayani felt her mouth begin to get dry. Her second favorite part of the porn clip was about to come up. She could almost see the man’s cock harden. The man started to grunt and yell “AH!” with every thrust and Sayani knew he was close. He might have been a professional porn performer but clearly the big busty girl in the movie was too hot for him to “professionally” handle. Sayani tried, as she once had, to time her own orgasm with the man’s orgasm in the clip, furiously thrusting the dildo in and out, frantically rubbing her clitoris.
With an almight “FUCKKKKKK!” the man ejaculated filling the woman in the clip with load after load of his semen. But Sayani’s genitals were on a timetable of their own. Her body gave her no telltale signs of being about to finish. So she kept at it, almost dutifully, dildo-fucking her vagina and rubbing her clitoral muscle.
The man removed his penis from inside the woman, on screen, and his semen began dribbling out her vagina immediately. Sayani loved the sight of semen, especially on a woman’s vagina – it made her feel that the woman was loved, was owned. Aroused by the woman moaning as dollops of semen dribbled out of her vagina, Sayani suddenly felt the pre-orgasmic tension start to build in her belly. Her belly clenched inwards as if beginning to conserve energy for what was about to come. It became harder for her to breathe – whimpering softly, almost like an animal in heat, Sayani breathed in quick ragged breaths through her mouth.
The man wasn’t done yet. He carried the woman to the wall and placing the woman with her hands on the wall, penetrated her anus this time.
“Ohhhh!” Sayani moaned softly. The pleasure she felt radiate up from her clitoris was beginning to heighten with her rub, with every thrust of her dildo. She imagined, again, that the man had her up against the wall, his dark black hands smothering her breasts instead of the woman’s, pinching her nipples, drilling her ass with his weapon.
The image did it for her. She felt her eyes close, her toes curl and she knew her orgasm was close by. She forcefully opened her eyes to get one last look at the man’s dock up the woman’s asshole but then biology took over, shutting her eyes, making her belly, rectal and vaginal muscles contract inwards. She pushed in her dildo deep keeping it deep inside her, letting her vaginal walls contract around the dildo. It was a powerful contraction, tensing up her entire body for what seemed like an impossibly long time. When it finally released, Sayani screamed, “GAAAAAAH!” partly out of the tremendous pleasure radiating up from her crotch, and partly out of relief. Her muscles contracted again and she felt very aware of every millimeter of her dildo as her vagina contracted against it. Her vagina and clitoris exploded with pleasure again releasing tension, making her head arch back, her hips lift a little in the air. The second wave was stronger than the first and it made her scream gibberish even louder.
“GAHAAAAAAAHAAHAHA!” Sayani screamed as her body let go for the second time.
Wednesday 4 September 2019
Sunday 1 September 2019
A note on upcoming books
Here are some of the plots I am exploring :
NRI falls in love with his maid, while traveling to India.
A man and a woman discover love and lust after an arranged marriage.
A gay woman, about to be married forcibly to a man, runs into her long lost love at the wedding celebrations.
NRI falls in love with his maid, while traveling to India.
A man and a woman discover love and lust after an arranged marriage.
A gay woman, about to be married forcibly to a man, runs into her long lost love at the wedding celebrations.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
Get my latest FREE ebook, Samantha's Patient here: https://amzn.to/2wOcl4V -
Sign up for a free Audible trial here: https://amzn.to/33GhfgF Get them here: https://amzn.to/3ceFzu8
-
Get the book here: https://amzn.to/30N74p4 About the book: Ileana is Prateek's first love and he has never really been able to ...