Chronicles of Sin
Welcome dear readers to JJ’s world of matured women & my sexual encounters with them. It always seems inevitable that a man’s mind wanders back to one of the finest things in the universe – a woman. If a guy is lucky, he will find a woman with whom to spend his life who can endlessly occupy his mind, spirit, and body. If the woman is lucky, her man will do the same for her this can end up in getting married, we can call them “made for each other” But, while searching for the ‘one’, there can be some others who will move briefly through our existence like ships passing on a calm sea or even some like a proverbial hurricane. All of them, though, invariably leave some mark on us. Those marks may be new, insatiable passions, emotional scars, or even physical scars. We will carry those memories for the rest of our lives. Being an erotic writer I have many fond memories of the women who have been a part of my life and I hope they will remember me with equal fondness. As a young man in my mid twenties, I treasured the physical passion. As the years have passed today being in the mid thirties, I have come to value the true meaning of passion – sharing a lifetime of experiences with a mate. I still, however, remember those wild days of youth with satisfaction and once in awhile yearn for those women to come back into my life again. There was one brief encounter that will never escape my memory. I was a young and impressionable nineteen-year-old when I spent a night with Saranya. She was my class teacher in my third standard briefly she left the school in order to get married but came back work as teacher when her husband died in a motorcycle accident just only their second year of marriage. I was looking for knowledge and she knew how to teach that the best way I can describe her. She was of medium build with shoulder length hair and eyes that could look somewhere into the depths of your soul. Saranya had an air about her that bespoke elegance without pretense. To look simply at her physical appearance would reveal nothing extraordinary. Yet to be close to her and watch her for a time would take your breath away. To talk with her revealed an emotional depth and understanding that spanned many lifetimes. She could converse on many subjects with authority, yet would never do so with condescension. She could bring you to the point of ultimate excitation or sooth a broken heart with a glance. You could fall into her eyes as deeply as they could see into your very soul. Saranya could occupy a man for a lifetime, but would never stay with anyone for very long. Our short time together will be the happiest regret I shall ever have. We met by chance in a friend’s wedding at Bangalore, I had to reintroduce myself to her but to me she was the best crush of my infatuation years. I started the usual small talk and she soon suggested we move to a table. After what seemed like a short time everyone was leaving and the wedding event was coming to an end. We weren’t ready to end things yet, so we left in my Sumo and talked while we drove. The conversation spanned over a good 70 – 80 kms. Somewhere in the darkness of Chennai Bangalore Highway we stopped driving and kept talking under the stars on the outskirts of Dharamapuri town. I can think of more romantic accoutrements than leaning back of my Sumo seat, but the view of a starry summer sky through the window is the best aphrodisiac I know. As the evening air became brisk we drew nearer to each other. I held her head gently to my chest as we talked, stroking her silken hair. The conversation turned to her past relationships, it didn’t take long before we found common ground; we both enjoyed a variety of pleasures and little inhibition in finding new ones. Saranya asked if I was married or involved and I happily replied no to both. This was my mistake – I didn’t ask a reciprocal question. She moved up to me and I melted when her velvety lips touched mine. I felt a warm wave move across me. I remember I even physically shuddered. She giggled and forged ahead at a steady pace, our kissing becoming more passionate. I soon forgot being surprised and became aroused. Saranya made my whole body hard. She had a way about her, or perhaps it was just how I felt about how she felt in my arms. I did my best grizzly bear bit pulling her close to me and nuzzling about her neck. I caressed her supple nape and peppered it with kisses. Her scent was soft and inviting. Her body was not hard, but firm and yielding. Saranya wasn’t a girl of her twenties, but a had a passionate way that any younger woman would envy. I suspended her easily above me, drinking in my senses of touch, taste, and scent as I sampled her. She ran her fingers through my hair sending electric jolts down my spine. She was dressed in a knee length fancy skirt and a contrasting top I was awash in a sea of sensations. I wanted her with a passion I never knew existed until this moment. I lowered her onto me and my hands moved down across her back and onto her firm thighs. Saranya had a beautiful shape I had noticed earlier in the evening. Her classic lines accentuated her small waist and a shapely curvature into what I consider a perfect derrière. I moved my hands to cup her cheeks. Saranya cooed and pushed herself into my chest. She kissed me full on the lips, our tongues exploring each other and our breathing becoming almost a panting. Her hips gyrated seductively and I knew it was time to lose some clothing. Saranya reacted even before I could by sitting up and slowly removing her top and bra. In the starlight I could see the subtle curvature of her breasts. I caressed the undersides with a single finger of each hand, then traced circles around her nipples. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin as I traced lazy figures on her supple skin. I purposely avoided her nipples, but saw them harden and darken and she threw her head back.