Confessions: Long distance relationship don’t work Malvika was lying on my bed, waiting for me to make the final move. I was still hesitant, but she clearly knew what she was doing. Slowly she was making me offer which I was finding hard to resist, temptations were taking over me. She was a fair skinned lady, bestowed with perfect curves that her dress was doing poor job of hiding them. She was everything in contrast of Srijana. Srijana was dark skinned girl, who had body of a supermodel...…my so called girl friend, whom I have not seen for almost three years now. Malvika asked me, “What are you waiting for?” I said,”Please, don’t do this to me.” She replied, “Do what?” Slowly she started unveiling herself to me. I could not help myself ogling at her. She again started “I thought you did not want to see this?” I was just silent at this moment while thousands of thoughts running through my mind. You know, usually any guy would have jumped on chance with a woman like Malvika; she was everything a guy could dream of their fantasies. In fact, she was too perfect to be true. She was holding with her hands, her lovely breasts the view of which she still had managed to avoid from me, and in her eyes I saw expectations. “Mohit, aren’t you going to close the curtains?” I quickly obliged. There was no looking back, now no point of return. I also locked the door, which previously I had not. Slowly, Malvika dropped her hands down and my eyes feasted on the magnificent sight. I did not have enough strength to look at her eyes directly, but when our eyes meet, she was still smiling. This brought up my spirit. Nothing in my life went way I have planned. This time, there was no plan, no escape, just a small pause. She grabbed nearby water bottle, and started drinking water in Nepali fashion, with bottle high up and pouring it into her mouth with few drops trickling from mouth to cheeks, cheeks to necks and below. As these drops travelled from her mouth, so did my tongue following the same path and it ended up on tip of her breast. Her nipples by this time, provoked by my touch were hard and red in color. Now my tongue was slowly flicking her nipples, and with every flick her moaning was growing intense. For a second, I stopped to hear her voice. “Mohit, Please don’t stop now”. I continued. I was also in mood to improvise, so I softly chewed one of her nipples. She screamed,” Ahhhhhh. “ “Does it hurt?” “Yes” “ Should I stop?” “No” Like a hungry baby I continued to breast feed until she caught my attention. Finally, she freed herself from the only piece of clothing left on her body, a tiny thong. I always imagined Nepalese women to be less sophisticated when it came to packaging of the pie. But I was proven wrong by her. She was clean shaved. She grabbed my head and shoved my face into the pie, a delicacy that I have not tasted for years now. Slowly I joined my lips with her lower lips, and she shivered with rapture and moaning with ecstasy. I could feel her digging nails deep inside of me. My tip of tongue was flicking her clit by now and she was limiting her bliss holding my head. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. I looked up at her face and she was ready to cry, I could see in her eyes she was begging please not to stop. I honestly did not know what to do at this moment. I was still staring at her face. Finally, Malvika picked up phone, looked at it and passed on to me. “It’s Srijana” I tried to pick up the phone, but just missed it. “Malvika, I can’t, sorry.” “Common, please don’t do this to me. You know, you have not even seen her for three years for now. Do you think she still loves you? What if someone is banging her in Nepal.” “Shut the fawk up. You know nothing. “ “Oh ya, I know more than you think I do.” “You are married Malvika.” “I don’t care. You think marriage is legal contract? I am risking so much for you. I am here in your apartment and your friend can come in any time.” “Can we be just friends?” “You mean friends with benefits?” “Please, I never said that.” I never imagined myself in such a situation, helping a naked woman get dressed with teary eyes. I accompanied her to the car and she kissed me in cheeks and whispered in my ears, “Love you.” While walking back to my apartment, I was thinking in my head what da fawk did I get myself into now... Last edited: 17-Jun-11 01:04 AM