Love Making? Hell Yes!!
The most virtuous demand a greater seduction. No matter how cultured and conservative people are, no human on this earth can deny the pleasures of sensuous and rough love making if the process of seduction and flirting is done right. Seduction to me, is not getting in bed. It is the teasing, absence, giving touches and gropes at the right places. The eye contacts, the stare given at lips, and the adventurous affair done in hiding from society. Hi, My name is, lets say Hunter. Resident of Pune. I am that neighbour of your area who is that silent alpha gentleman with the dirtiest mind. Age 24, Fit physique with very little fats. Her name is Pearl. 35, highly educated and modern, lives a floor above me. With 2 sons, and a mundane & typical Marwari businessman husband with no time for adventures with his wife. Ever since i had seen her, i had sworn on seducing her in the right way. It took me the highest amount of patience and skill to make love to that woman. She deserved love from me. Navratris are celebrated for 2 days in my society. We used to be the Hello Bye types in society before, and never had conversation beyond that. Although we gave occasional looks to each other whenever we saw. But We were still in the distant zones. So it happened that I wanted to get down for the functions, the lift opened, and i saw her. She was adjusting her hair by looking in the mirror and turned around to greet me. I saw her too, said Hi. The garba began, Dandiya followed. With those dance formations in 2 revolving circles, I purposely adjusted my dance sequence so that I got to play with her. Oh, Boy the way those hips moved, her expressions, her dress, her grace! Damn, I would just like to pamper her for weeks at stretch! I have dated a few girls, but never ever have been so bewitched by any woman. We danced, i tried to, appear as enthusiastic as possible when she came and looked deeply into those eyes. The dandiya ended, followed by dinner. It so happened that we both were in next to each other in the queue for food. I struck a conversation with her : Me : Hi Pearl aunty, how do you dance so well? Her: I used to dance during my college days. Me : nice. Even i dance in college fests sometimes. ( i average at dancing, but had to establish a common ground for conversations to follow) Her : oh wow. You dance well. ( i don’t know how she said that) Me : Haha, yes i practice sometimes. I asked her to pass me some bread and curry to which she obliged. A few conversations followed. She seemed comfortable around me now. It was time to go back home. We entered the lift together, and fortunately there was nobody else. I asked her what plans for the night, to which she said she is tired and will sleep. I laughed. She got confused and asked me why i laughed, to which i said nothing. My floor was nearing, i was still looking at her, gave occasional glances at her eyes, and held my stare for 3 seconds on her lips. The door opened and i wished her good night and left. She wished me back, with a slight expression of surprise. Day 2 We both saw each other down stairs, and exchanged a slight smile. Her smile was not genuine. It looked forced. Dinner began, she happened to be around me once again. Struck up a conversation with her. Asked her if there’s anything wrong, to which she said ‘nothing. Why did you ask?’ I replied, ‘you looked slightly upset’ . She denied. And the night ended. A few days later, At around 6 30 PM which is my time everyday for the gym, i saw her downstairs, and greeted her Me : Hi! How are you? Pearl: hey I am fine. How are you? Me: I am awesome! Going to the gym? What are you doing? Pearl : came down for a walk Me : why don’t you start gym? Its better than walking Pearl : okay! I will be needing some help though about the workouts Me : don’t worry i will help you. Pearl : okay will start the gym in a few days Me : looking forward to it. *a momentary stare at her lips* Pearl : *lightly shocked with a smirk* 3 days later, i saw her in the gym. We exchanged smiles. She asked me for some exercises. I showed her a few stretches, and a couple of cardio exercises. Her workout was about to get over, sensing this, i rushed with my workouts so that we will be together in the lift while going home. I also suggested her about the diets to be followed and told her to drink some juice after workouts. Days went by, i used to steal occasional stares at her. She had now started responding with smiles. I now gathered some courage, started touching her arms, her hips lightly to which she didn’t seem to have problems with. Now my touches became more frequent and started lasting longer. I had now crossed the touch barrier resistance of a woman. Regular meeting, stares, glances at each other bodies, the sweat , it all started to grow. Friendship grew deeper and deeper. She asked me for more exercises, and i slyly hinted at sex with someone is the best cardio exercise. She let out a ‘haawwww’ with laughter. One evening, while working out, i noticed her looking constantly at me. A few times i even teased her not to focus on me, but on your workout. She just laughed in response. We were getting so open with each other, that now i was out of the friend zone. One evening, she invited me for coffee. Now me being the pricey guy, I said no for the first 2 times, but she insisted and I said yes. We went to her home. Her kids had gone to tutions, and husband at work. She brewed some coffee and came and sat besides me. We chatted about or workout schedules, her routine. I took the conversations towards her personal things about her life, her favourite movies, her favourite restaurants. She was also an art collector, and i took the conversations to her likings. Her hobbies. She spoke to me with so much of excitement and glint in her eyes, that i knew she was just loving talking to me. I patiently listened without interrupting her.