Dedicated to stalwarts like sojhoketo, badboy, bokaman and divorceguy for their respect towards women and their quest to remain virgin for the rest of their life. May you get laid one day. My bare thighs quivered as he put his palm on one of them, and then he slowly started caressing it as if he was meticulously putting a thin sheet of butter on a piece of bread. The lump of his calluses felt almost abrasive against my legs but for some reason I liked how masculine his hand was, he worked out, he lifted weights, he definitely did. “So, do you think an individual seeks a relationship just for companionship, camaraderie and love?” He asked looking into my eyes, his hands still caressing my leg. I nodded. I wished he gently squeezed my leg this time; that is what Anil did when we were together, he would put his hands into my trouser and squeezed my thighs as we watched movie on a dull Saturday afternoon lying on a couch. That was his idea of foreplay, and I was totally on board with it. “And where does intimacy fall among those three things?" He asked again, smiling this time. PIG!!!. I knew he would ask this question, I knew all men would ask this question sooner or later, and I once despised them for that very reason, that their ulterior motive behind a good conversation eventually was to get inside my pants. But I had overcome that apprehension a year ago, when I realized I need as much sex as men do. After Anil and I broke up, and thanks to my colleague Mandy who mentioned the term sex-therapy which was perhaps coined by none other than herself, I started seeing my colleagues - one after another, and with no strings attached. Jared, Micah, Danny, Mike and even that 47 year old finance director Steven Lou who was so nervous he couldn’t finish and kept begging me to keep it a secret. He had told me he was estranged with his wife, but I knew better, men could always tell you the whitest of lies to get laid. But then I sobered; of course; heck I wasn’t a whore, I was raised in a conservative newari family in Bhaktapur and I knew where I came from and understood my roots very well. Actually a three year relationship with Anil had changed it all. I rebelled against my mother to date a Brahmin and he did the same with his father for me. Since then we had our middle fingers up – to everyone who hated us. We were so obsessed flipping that finger to the whole world, we forgot to hold ours. Three years later, he moved to LA with a Sherpa girl from New York and I was still in cold Philly, swilling my guts with that rum and coke and masturbating thinking how Anil groaned as he was finishing. And now I was thinking about doing the same thinking about this guy when I got home. His name was Jay, he was from Baneswore and worked in some software company I didn’t care to ask. He was clean cut, short, muscular, cute, had thick hairs, nice smile and maybe an erect penis he knew how to use. The only issue was, if he and I dated, I doubt he would go down on me. Nepalese men are perverts, all they need while they are in their sorry ass motherland is a pair of tits which they never really get, and the moment they land on this soil they need a blowjob as if they had been getting it for ages, and when they do get one, they never return the favor. Anil never did - and as much as I loved that jerk, I was so mad that he had an audacity to come inside my mouth once, and I swallowed, just to satiate his male ego. I almost finished a bottle of Listerine after that. Jay had asked me out last week at a party in Baltimore, I am not sure if he genuinely wanted to take me out or if that low cut JC penny shirt did the magic. But I agreed. Either way I was getting a free dinner and a drink without the pressure of sleeping with him. He was cute, and I knew I could totally control him. And this is how we ended in this Italian place, eating that alfredo chicken, drinking that wine and having my legs felt. Two hours later we were in my townhouse. His excuse was to finish the bottle of Cabaret Sauvignon he bought on our way out and my excuse was well – alright, what the hell, let’s see what he’s got. The moment we entered our place he gushed at the grandeur of my living room, it was contemporary, finely updated and most of the décor items were a gift from men I slept with, something I couldn’t afford. I once briefly dated a lawyer from King of Prussia and he had bought me a west elm dining table and all chairs, that alone had cost him more than 3K. I waited him to make a first move as I walked towards the kitchen and unlike what I thought, I wasn’t groped like Heather Graham was in that Hollywood flick where this dude reaches her from behind, squeezes her tits and pins her against the wall. But it did happen, as I was cleaning my wine glasses, he hugged me from behind, landing a soft kiss on my neck. His breath smelled of clove, and I start wondering where he would find a clove flavored mint in Philly. I turned around and kissed him back - on his lips; and we kissed for some time. I noticed he placed his both on my pelvis and didn’t move them an inch. CLEVER! I giggled inaudibly, dude is patient. Very patient. I then held him close, very close and felt his hardness against me; he was hard, but he didn’t exhibit any urgency and we kept kissing for some time until I found myself squeezing his buttocks. Then he started kissing my neck, and I moaned softly with my eyes half closed looking at that wine bottle which still sat on the island, he was undoing my bra now. He reached inside my shirt and undid the hook at a single attempt, most of the men struggled with that, they often fumbled and cussed rubbing their hardness against me, but Jay was patient and he knew exactly how to unhook it. I gasped as my breasts flung loose, still inside my shirt, I worked hard for them, 30 pushups everyday and two peck dec flyes at my gym, they were 34C, firm and very perky. Jay then started to kiss me again, this time with more passion as his deft fingers tweaked my nipples from outside of my shirt. I reiterate I have been with quite a few men, but never was I so wet with just a kiss. I felt a few drops of my female fluid suddenly ooze and land on my cotton panty. I was wet, extremely wet and I felt the thin stream of those droplets running down my thighs. And I thought I was totally under control. YEAH RIGHT!!!! With a feral haste I pushed him away, so hard he almost fell, and jumped onto him, I knelt before him and undid his buckle, and then I unzipped him and felt his hardness from the outside of his blue hugo boss underwear. I then yanked the underwear down only to find his rampant penis erect and suddenly free. He was completely shaven and his testicles looked ruddy and fresh like plums that were recently plucked from the orchard. But what amazed me the most was the sight of his head – he was circumcised, fully displaying that pink oval head which was oh so beautiful. I rubbed it between my fingers, not looking at him and careful not to lacerate it with my finger nails. Then I put him in my mouth and heard him inhale deeply. “Oh gosh Sumina” he moaned. And as if every minute was a second, I sucked him hard and fast and I didn’t care if he came in my mouth. For the first time in my life I was enjoying giving head to a man. “Stop” he squeezed my shoulder blades as I took my mouth off his penis, he had just ejaculated a minuscule amount of precum into my mouth and I was still smacking my lips at that sour taste, he tasted like a fresh Bhaktapur yogurt. The next moment I found myself on my couch as he was taking off my clothes with urgency, and a minute later we were both completely naked. “Do you shave too?” he asked, parting my legs and staring at my wet vagina. “No dear I wax, why, do you like it unshaven?” I asked shamlessly. BITCH! “Not at all, I was just admiring how beautiful it was, it would be easy to navigate my tongue and find your clitoris” So he was going down on me. GOD! Really? A nepali guy actually going down on me? Last time someone did that to me was Mike, but he did it fast and hard and he just wanted me to get off quickly and I couldn’t. I found my eyes close slowly as I felt his warm tongue on my orifice. He was licking there slowly, very slowly, travelling his tongue all the way from the bottom of the slit to the clirotis. I would sometimes open my eyes and caress his hair and squeeze his muscular shoulders as I watched him eating me with my mouth wide open. He was really into it. “Jay…” I heard myself calling his name. “Yes dear…” he looked up at me, his tongue still doing the magic, he had held my legs under his palms, lifted me a little and had placed a velvet cushion under my buttocks. “I want you inside me...NOW” I pleaded. He then carried me to my bedroom upstairs, carrying me in his arms, climbing every steps on the stairs carefully, as if he had done it many times. His penis was still very erect and I reached down to grab it, it was pulsating hard and became very hard as I held it. We were on the bed now, I was sitting on the edge of the bed as he lay on my laps, sucking my left nipple hungrily and pinch my right one with his left hand. I again reached out for his penis and started to stroke him hard. After a minute I found him pinning me against the glass window and slowly penetrate me from behind and I yelped at the first thrust of him pushing himself inside me. Then he accelerated, ramming inside me with measured strokes, reaching out for my breasts and squeezing them hard as we both marveled the cosmopolis of Philadelphia. “Do you want me to be on top of you?” He whispered, still thrusting inside me. “YEss….” Did I have a choice? Then he turned me around, lifted my leg and shoved himself inside me again, this time we were facing each other. And as I laid on my bed, I felt his penis reach deep inside me, deeper than before and I felt the tip of it hit my spot. “Jay…harder” I begged. And he started pounding on me without mercy. This time it was harder and faster as if he really wanted to inflict pain. I was silent for few minutes and then all of a sudden I found myself moaning out loud, like a wounded tigress, and the next five minutes in that room was inundated with my primal moans, his incessant grunts as he thrusted inside me, the creaking sound of the bed, and the clapping sound of his testicles against my wet labia. And then something happened for the first time in my life, it was as if my liver and colon just flushed out of my body. I screamed out loud when that happened and then realized I had squirted, the thin sticky fluid all over my thighs and his legs too, the cotton sheet that I had just washed a day before needed to be washed again. But Jay still wouldn’t stop, and in next two minutes I climaxed again, squirting whatever fluid I could offer and this time I told him what exactly happened. “Baby, I just came….” I wept. “Seriously?”, he stopped for a second and with the speed of lightening he pulled himself out and kneeled between my legs, stroking himself and I knew that very second he was going to explode. And he did, like Peter North does. He came all over my belly as his six and half inch penis was gradually getting limp. I watched him explode with curiosity, a thick, off white viscous semen discharging off his penis and every drop hitting my skin. I then remember him lying on my best as I held him as we went to sleep. Only to wake up at 2:00am in the morning and find him licking between my legs again Last edited: 25-Sep-14 10:17 AM
sajhasexy · Sep 25, 2014 10:04 AM · 10,884 views
This is the best story I have read in sajha. Hi sajha sexy can you send me your picture. I promise I am better than Jay.
bokaman · Sep 25, 2014 11:46 AM
Confession! I have read stories and poems here, from veterans and writers ... but i don't recall reading every words of any of them and repeat-reading sentences here and there during the first read to make sure i didn't miss anything. "Oh Gosh, Sumina, I came while reading this masterpiece and i think my wet my phone while reading and stroking it in the bathroom at work. Virtual Deepika (coworker) just got laid while a work thanks to your script" Keep cumming and squirting Sumina, for you make us all horny, at least me. There, I wet again .....
ramprasadneupane · Sep 25, 2014 1:14 PM
@sajhasexy, sarcastic introduction seems interesting, nevertheless, unlike badboy, bokaman and divorceguy; sojoketo does respect women even if they are like a slutty fictitious character 'Sumina' of this story though sojoketo has his own way of respecting variety of women. butter-bread, Listerine, brahmin-newar, middle finger, shamelessly 'BITCH" and the last sentence indeed are the attractive highlights of this well written enticing story. can't deny, this is really good intriguing story. however, couldn't agree every nepali guy are pervert and into getting inside girl's pant. Again, unlike badboy, bokaman and divorceguy, sojoketo is not that kind as he well understands the boundaries of physical needs. i wish i were a virgin, but @ 15 my virginity was taken by her. glad, it was she, the only first best girl i have ever met till date Last edited: 25-Sep-14 07:52 PM
sojoketo · Sep 25, 2014 7:49 PM
@sojoketo, you are proving urself more virgin....LOL....
sajhamod · Sep 25, 2014 9:55 PM
YES sojoketo is VIRGIN. -never used Viagra and she(one night stand) denied for the 5th time out of pain -gone BLACK and SUPER BASS screamed out of pain " WHAT THE F**K" -her confession "no one has penetrated me like this in my whole life, you made me squirt for the first time in my life, plezz come back this weekend" - i never went back -i still wonder how come one can continuously ramp into ... for 2 hours without Viagra. yes she was nepali and indeed she was way better than the white Blondie to be continued..... Last edited: 25-Sep-14 10:27 PM Last edited: 25-Sep-14 10:28 PM
sojoketo · Sep 25, 2014 10:27 PM
Bokaman I don't think this is a girl writing about herself. I believe it's a male writer writing from the female perspective.
funtush · Sep 26, 2014 8:15 AM
lmao sojoketo, write sth real not dreams....go back and dream again....he ho ki she ho la vana aba....lol kasta kasta tori laure hunchan ho sajha ma.....
giordano · Sep 27, 2014 12:29 AM
no comment! i ain't mentioned about the casual encounter @ the back of the car at the movie parking lot as a part of the fantasy i had with the black wild booty. The way she kissed openly in the very first date @ starbucks, it was freaking thrilling. no one had kissed like the way she did. must say, she's really good @ kissing. they are right 'once you go black you ain't be back' :) if i were a girl, i would have used the nickname sajhaslut Apparently, my sexual desire and experiences would have turned me into a sizzling slutty bitch something bit more wilder than the character 'sumnia' of this nice story
sojoketo · Sep 27, 2014 10:47 AM
no comments lol..... जुन गोरु को सिङ्ग छैन उसैको नाम तिखे
giordano · Sep 27, 2014 11:59 AM
Why would guy write as girl specially getting boned hard? Haha guy wants to be boned hard? sorry not my department.
bokaman · Sep 27, 2014 12:17 PM
"A Night In The Strip Club" by Bindu Pariyar. ( A sexy true short story about Nepal's only naked stripper in Dallas USA) It's Saturday night in America, my BIG money night as a "stripper" (naked bar dancer) in Dallas, Texas. I arrive at Baby Dolls strip club by 8;00pm, check in, and go to the dancers dressing room. Its already busy on the main floor, maybe 200 guys and 50 strippers. I touch-up my slutty make-up, check my hair and belly and puti piercing jewelrys. I'm ready! I hear the DJ call out, ""Sonali" (my stripper name) will be next dancer on main stage guys!" So I walk up onto the stage, wearing only my tiny "G-string" thong panties and high stripper heel shoes. All can see my hot Nepalese ass and my perfect fake boobs. Everyone cheers and claps as I begin to slowly dance to the loud western rock music. Three men stand up at the edge to give me tips. I go to the first guy and slowly untie my panties and remove them. Then I lie back and my legs open for him. My new pussy piercing jewelry glows in the clubs "black lights" and all love it. He hands me a $5 dollar bill and asks, "Can I lick it?" I reply, "Sure honey!", and pull his face between my legs. Everyone cheers at my sex show as he licks me. The next guy also gives me a $5, but for him I squat down and rub my puti then insert two fingers inside me. I'm already so wet! I let him suck the juices off them. The third man comes up with only 2 dollars, so for him I only put his face between my tits for a second. Then a beautiful blonde girl comes up. Surely she is bi-sexuallike I am. I tell her to lay back on the stage face up. Then I sit on her hot face and let her lick and suck my ass and puti. I'm so horny now I almost come on her face. But then my 3 songs are finished, my stage set is over. I walk off the stage, and begin to chat with the men, asking each if they want a sexy "Lap Dance" for $20 a song. Most, of course say, "Yes!", since I am Bindu, the Clubs hottest entertainer. I am still totally naked, and will stay naked all night long. The bosses don't mind, and its easier for the men to touch and play with my body like this. I love to be naked always. The customers sit back in the big chairs and I slowly gring my body all over them, kissing their necks and ears, and massaging their dicks through their pants until hard. Three or four guys each night actually "come" in their pants when I dance like this! Every man I let touch my boobs and ass if they want. But if they want more I say, "Lets go into the V.I.P. room, there you can do anything you want with my body!" But most guys don't have my $300 dollars an hour rate. Finally, a few hours later, one guy is so horny for me he agrees to pay for a VIP hour. I lead him by the hand there. Inside two other girls have customers. I see the guys are fucking my dancer friends. The girls just smile and wink at me. We have done this so many times each night, fucking as others watch is no problem for us strippers. I dance a few songs for my new boy, then I tell him its OK to take out his dick. I know its hard for me now, but I say, "OMG!" when I see it! Its ten inches long and fat! I can't wait to try it inside me. He doesn't have a condom, but I don't care. I hate my boys to use stupid condoms in me. I like the real feel of [Disallowed String for - bad word]'s. But first I slide down between his legs and suck him. Its so nice and big. No way I can fit it all in my mouth. After some time I climb back up on his lap and slowly begin to put it inside me. Its so big it takes me five minutes to finally get it all in me. Then I ride him like a horse to the beat of loud music. Bam, bam, I sink it all the way up me with each pump. Then I "come" (orgasm) juice all over his pants. I am in heaven. God, I love my job, and I really love dicks! Too soon he is ready to come. I pound up and down on him faster, and massage his balls with my hand. He fills my puti with a nice big load of warm come. His time is finished. He pays me, and gives me $40 extra, saying I am such a good whore. We kiss, and he pulls up his pants and leaves. I go back out onto the main floor, still all naked. His come is dripping down my legs, but I don't mind. I see a cute younger guy staring at me. He asks me what he gets in VIP with me. I smile and open my legs and say, "This hot Nepali puti!" He says he only has $200 dollars. But he's so handsome I decide to give him a sale price in me. He he! We go to VIP. I begin another round of dancing with sex. My pussy is "warmed-up"now, and his dick goes all the way in me easily. He fucks me so nice I have two more orgasms on him. After about 30 minutes fucking I know he is ready to come so I quickly jump off him and put his dick in my mouth. I'm hungry and I need some sperm vitamins! I love my customers to come in my mouth. He shoots a good load and I swallow it all like a good whore. He's happy, and me also. Back on the main floor now, for endless more twenty dollar lap dances. I have made over one thousand dollars tonight! But its almost closing time. Hu, hu! Then a group of four guys come ask me if I can be the entertainment at their party after hours tonight in their hotel. I say, "Sure, but I am expensive!" They know who I am and don't care the price. I'm famous and in high demand in Dallas, Texas. I'm so exited. I love group sex parties for money! I tell them, "I'll come at 2;30, OK?" When I arrive a their hotel room I've got clothes on! He he, but I quickly begin a strip tease dance and take them all off again. These young boys are so excited because I am their first prostitute to ever buy they say. I lay on the bed and let them all massage me and play with my hair, ass, tits, and pussy. Then one guy is fingering my ass as I begin sucking his friends dick. Then they trade off, turn by turn. When they are ready to fuck I let one fuck me while another sticks his dick down my throat. They do it brutally to me and I love it hard like that. The others are watching and filming my show on their mobiles. I don't mind being on camera. I'm famous Bindu The Randi, remember? As they are ready to come, one fills my pussy as another fills my mouth. Then the other two do the same. I've got come all over me. Its so fun! After- wards we all drink more whisky and chat. They can't believe I fucked four guys same time. I tell them that I do this every week. Tonight I fucked six strangers who I never knew their names! Just another sexy night at work, with Bindu Pariyar (a.k.a. Bindy Sunam/Sonali/ Malika/ HottyBindu) from Pokhara, Nepal's first and only pornstar/ prostitute/ stripper, in America!
Churot Bijuli · Oct 1, 2014 11:53 AM
Thank you bhaaijaan haru. आशा छ हजुर हरुको हस्ते गयो होला :)
sajhasexy · Feb 19, 2015 8:17 AM
can i get a TL;DR ?
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