It is always strange how you react to something you've always lusted for a long time when you finally get it.So here she was finally in his arms and it really had an ethereal quality about it.Surprisingly he felt no fireworks, no magic that the writers promised,but just a feeling he had always felt that this was all natural.But she enjoyed it immensely though with trepidation and much reservation.She was doing something she had sworn not to do....she almost felt like she had cheated on her love though they were estranged now.But she still loved the other person,he could see.They had lusted for each other and this act he felt was the natural culmination .
She was very apprehensive and was literally panting with fright when he switched off the lights and held her close.Though it was the first time for both of them, he felt strangely confident.A woman is always a wonder and sex,as an act, to him was always sacred.He was filled with awe at the reactions he could produce in her .She was really beautiful naked, under the table lamp glow.He still could not categorize his feelings for her.What started as pure lust had developed shades of love in it.She repeatedly swept her hair away when he tried to bury his face in it."You'll become attached to me" she whispered and he just smiled.He placed his ear under her breast and lay for a long time hearing the gentle thumping of her heart.
He liked it that she was innocent in a sexual way.He didn't think there were any more naive women out there.He was very playful with her but he had a feeling she was holding back.They quickly learned to kiss and she was a hungry learner.She had a very sensitive body and it was a pleasure making love to it.The next morning she ran her hands through his hair and held his hand,while he was still half asleep.The gesture had a dream like quality to him but still he sighed.When he finally woke, she had gone.
one of my first attempts at telling a story :) - Pan,Jan 2010
Never thought I would be adding to my Wicked Blogs section soon but fate had other plans.There are seven very wicked people already out there and the reason I have detested from adding more is because of lack of time.I take nearly an hour to go through all these blogs but it helps now that most of these chaps have slowed down their blogging speed frequency.The latest entry demanded himself to be placed there mainly coz his site's easy on the eye while mine's not.A love for Calvin and Hobbes and Garfield may have clinched the deal for him.
Well since I have started on the subject I'll go into it in some detail.The "Wicked Blogs" section contains blogs of people whom I love to read.Period.I don't think you'll find me listed in their blogs in a prominent place,if at all I'm there ;), coz it doesn't work that way for me.My modus operandi is to just link people I like without asking their permission.Pretty rude I guess,but that's the devil for u ;).So all those wicked blogs are here without their owner's free will.
There are a huge number of blogs out there I can't relate to but that don't mean they are bad,they are just outside my tiny sphere of comprehension.Usually I land on my site, check the messages and head straight for the wicked blogs section by just clicking away...saves time and energy.
Im finding it hard to blog these days though it was unimaginable that it would come to this when I started blogging.I was just so happy to let off steam and let the "world" know what I thought.Plus there was the thrill of learning HTML,rather trying to learn HTML...Coincidence or not Rediff introduced blogs within 24 hours of me going on air.
I hate to live upto expectations and keep up appearances and funnily that seems to be what Im doing now..Im seriously thinking of going into exile like Meenuji but of a much longer duration but the only thing preventing me from doing this is the feeling that I may snap out of this phase any moment.That's the first thing one checks on waking up..Am I in the mood today? Well I guess this explanation looks good enough for an anticipatory bail for any of my future misdemeanors.
Well since I have started on the subject I'll go into it in some detail.The "Wicked Blogs" section contains blogs of people whom I love to read.Period.I don't think you'll find me listed in their blogs in a prominent place,if at all I'm there ;), coz it doesn't work that way for me.My modus operandi is to just link people I like without asking their permission.Pretty rude I guess,but that's the devil for u ;).So all those wicked blogs are here without their owner's free will.
There are a huge number of blogs out there I can't relate to but that don't mean they are bad,they are just outside my tiny sphere of comprehension.Usually I land on my site, check the messages and head straight for the wicked blogs section by just clicking away...saves time and energy.
Im finding it hard to blog these days though it was unimaginable that it would come to this when I started blogging.I was just so happy to let off steam and let the "world" know what I thought.Plus there was the thrill of learning HTML,rather trying to learn HTML...Coincidence or not Rediff introduced blogs within 24 hours of me going on air.
I hate to live upto expectations and keep up appearances and funnily that seems to be what Im doing now..Im seriously thinking of going into exile like Meenuji but of a much longer duration but the only thing preventing me from doing this is the feeling that I may snap out of this phase any moment.That's the first thing one checks on waking up..Am I in the mood today? Well I guess this explanation looks good enough for an anticipatory bail for any of my future misdemeanors.
I am anti etiquette by nature but my behaviour over the last "few" days calls for some protocol .So a big sorry to all my handful of regular leaders, for my pushing off ,rather sinking without notice."Work" makes u do that...The Freek should know.But again ,truth to tell, was not exactly in the mood or right frame of mind...blame it on Munnar(beginning to think that the effect's permanent) ;) Anyway thanks for all the messages by all ye folks.Well I received my first private message in the bargain .Thanks for the thought...You know who u r ;)..Btw just had the feeling after reading the stuff by "a reader" that it was the freek impersonating.That guy will do desperate things by God!!Of course considering my mental state has not entirely stabilised ,it's most likely my imagination :)Ok now to post proper:
-Condenced excerpts from "People who crossed the Devil's path"
"Its been three years and it was an unexpected meeting.She had put on weight and incredibly seemed much more fairer.Though the meeting took place not exactly under auspicious circumstances ,it was good to meet someone you were sure of not seeing again.She had flown in from US but didnt look jet lagged.Her husband was a jolly fellow and did not seem to mind as we caught up with old times (gossip).
The gorgeous N,she told me, was a shadow of her former self !! N was our classmate for five years and we shared a fondness for indolence.We were both most happy when we were doing nothing.She married a neurosurgeon and shifted to US.She was a stunning woman by any standards and more importantly had someone living upstairs too.Ok I had a small crush on her, a very minor one ;) But she was not really "my type".Guess the feeling was mutual.Anyways,always hate to see a beautiful creation of God go waste.
Heck theres no time like the fun we had in college.Hostel life, trips with a 10 minute notice,flirting with girls,groupisms,politics...Our hostel was 24 hrs accessible ...anybody could go and come as they please.We relived all that and her hubby agreed with us that theres no time like college time."
-Condenced excerpts from "People who crossed the Devil's path"
Corporate lesson: 1
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her
shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over
which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up,
quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she
opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she
says a word, Bob says,"I'll give you 800 dollars to drop that towel
that you have on." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her
towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands
her 800 dollars and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good
fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs
to disclose to her husband. When she gets back to the bathroom, her
husband asks from the shower "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door
neighbour," she replies. "Great," the husband says, "did he say
anything about the 800 dollars he Owes me?
Moral of the story :
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and exposure on
time with your stakeholders, you may be in a position to prevent
avoidable exposure!
Corporate lesson: 2
A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road; he
topped and offered her a lift, which she accepted. She got in and
crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg.
The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling
the car, he stealth fully slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at
him and immediately said, "Father, remember psalm 129?" The priest was
flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his
hand. However, he was unable to remove his eyes from her leg.
Further on while changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg
again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember psalm 129?" Once
again the priest apologized. "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."
Arriving at the convent, the nun got out gave him a meaningful
glance and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the
priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up psalm 129. It said, "Go
forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Always be well informed in your job, or you might miss a great
opportunity!
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her
shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over
which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up,
quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she
opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she
says a word, Bob says,"I'll give you 800 dollars to drop that towel
that you have on." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her
towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands
her 800 dollars and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good
fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs
to disclose to her husband. When she gets back to the bathroom, her
husband asks from the shower "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door
neighbour," she replies. "Great," the husband says, "did he say
anything about the 800 dollars he Owes me?
Moral of the story :
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and exposure on
time with your stakeholders, you may be in a position to prevent
avoidable exposure!
Corporate lesson: 2
A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road; he
topped and offered her a lift, which she accepted. She got in and
crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg.
The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling
the car, he stealth fully slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at
him and immediately said, "Father, remember psalm 129?" The priest was
flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his
hand. However, he was unable to remove his eyes from her leg.
Further on while changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg
again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember psalm 129?" Once
again the priest apologized. "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."
Arriving at the convent, the nun got out gave him a meaningful
glance and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the
priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up psalm 129. It said, "Go
forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Always be well informed in your job, or you might miss a great
opportunity!
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