Shika's Diary: Dark Fantasy
Hello, readers, I am Musaafir and this is the second chapter of my sex story; NIGHT OF RAIN: Supriya. To enjoy this sex story to the fullest let the search engines find you the chapter 1. As from chapter 1, four friends were on a Gangtok trip in a cold drizzling month of March. I and Supriya had an unplanned spark of lust that set fire to the rain. But this sex story is not about Supriya. This sex story is about Sikha. Now coming to Sikha, let me paint her for you. She is a girl for whom you can say,” skinny girls look good in clothes but fit girls look awesome NAKED”. Men have fetish horny soft spot for boobs and this bombshell feeds the tempo of men around with a gorgeously shaped pair of dove soft breasts. The 34C pair of pieces of beauty can easily be a source of gaze and fantasy when a body-hugging dress or a shirt perfectly projects the shapes for the admirers. Damn! Now the skin; The wheatish white dusky complex compliments the awesome face. The wide eyes, straight locks, and perfectly shaped petite lips make her damn! sexy. Good, God! Some girls are just blessed and are horny at an infinite level. Not talking about the grooves would be like breaking the law. The grooves on the waist, if you feel them with your palms around it, I can bet your rods gets hard. And the view of the navel in the midst of these grooves and the generous cleavage when she gifts mankind when she wears a saree makes her comparable to Aphrodite herself. Complimenting the 26ed waist, the sumptuous 36 ass makes her wild. I won’t talk about the perfectly chiseled pair of legs and those breathtaking thighs. To say that they can be well imagined like that of a Victorian Secret model would be just an understatement. Damn! Damn! Curvaceous! Boobilicious! Horny bitch! FROM DIARY OF SIKHA 24th march’17 From last day’s travel and wild sessions with Rupesh, I was sore. Today at the breakfast, we postponed the plan of sightseeing Gangtok as it was raining and foggy all around. I could sense there was something going on between Supriya and Musaafir. Fuck their issues! I asked Rupesh to accompany me to the room. “So, what’s the plan?”, Rupesh. “Care to watch a movie?”, Myself “But let me light some firewood. These traditional heaters just spoil the mood”, Rupesh He went to fetch fired wood and I fired my laptop. I typed “amazing romantic movies” in the search engine. Something popped up that let shiver all around my body. It was ‘FIFTY SHADES DARKER’. Damn! The censor board of India. They didn’t fucking released it in India. But thanks to the internet. I downloaded it. Rupesh lit the fire. We started the show. It was a dark day with the chill at its peak. The fire had hardly maintained the room temperature and with every flicker of flames, it got cold. And when it got cold, the warmth of Rupesh’s touch around my waist underneath the blankets ran shivers in my neck. And at times when he gently placed some kisses on my shoulder and neck, I straight away wanted to tear his shirt, drag my nails around his back and bite him. But today I wanted more. I ran my hand over his hairy chest, went closer and whispered in his ear,” don’t you have any dark fantasies? I don’t make just sweet love to you today. I want to be fucked hard. I want to be your slave, my master.Please fuck me. Hard!I beg of you. “And slaves do not look into eyes of their masters! Eyes down!”, Rupesh. “Yes sir!”, Myself. “Go, get dressed and play the song ‘I don’t wanna live forever’ again and again. And wait for me slave. Today, I won’t make love to you. Today you are gonna be fucked. Damn! Hard!” Rupesh. I was very very excited. I have never seen the dominating side of Rupesh. He is super cool but does he even want it?. The sound of his voice was ringing in my head, ‘Today you are gonna be fucked. Damn! Hard!’ A thunderstorm was blazing outside and on was in my heart. Rupesh knocked the door. I opened. He was wearing fennel charcoal gray pants and a crisp white linen shirt. So sexy for a master! With a bottle of champagne and a pair of glasses in his hands, my God he was looking so fuckilicious. I closed the door. He ordered me to set the chairs opposite to each other. He sat on one, I was standing. “You are too dressed to be my slave. Open your fucking shirt,” he ordered. He was sitting cross-legged with a four o clock stance; His right hand was resting on the right shoulder of the chair. So aristocratic! As ordered I opened my shirt. I was wearing a red shirt and my denim shorts. Now I was in my red bra. He ordered me to pour him a drink and signaled me to sit on the chair in front of him. He took off the belt from my jeans and tied my hands at my back. I looked into his eyes. “Damn slave! You have to be taught so much!”, Rupesh I hung my head, I felt his hands on my shoulders then they slid down towards my back. His hands were like a vice. They grasped me, pulled me towards him and in a matter of seconds his hands were firmly holding my head. His lips were on mine. I could smell the champagne, I could taste it on his lips. Damn right it is said for champagne,’ come quickly I am tasting the stars!’. His lips were sucking mine. In a rhythm, he was sucking my upper lip than my lower lip. My lion was driving me crazy! The next thing I know is that his tongue was exploring mine.He bit my lower lip faintly. I was enjoying the moment and in a flash, he moved back. He took my left foot and placed it on his thigh. His kisses started from the leg and moved towards the thigh. ‘You have a damn sexy leg slave!’ Kisses were getting higher and higher. I exclaimed in pleasure,’ wow’. “See you have interrupted your master and now you shall be punished’. He took off his shirt. His chiseled body had been sensational since like ever. But how was he gonna punish me? My hearts beat faster. He threw the shirt away and got my silk satin scarf from the wardrobe.