The bench wasn’t particularly comfortable…. it took me a while to get adjusted to the angel and frankly to the fact that I was going to sit miles apart from her…
She was calm, quiet, pristine, I sat there wondering if she could sense the storm brewing in me……. if she could hear my heart beat which I could be certain was way too loud than usual.
We both didn’t speak for a while….. I was beginning to wonder whether I was ever going to talk something, was she dumb, was she secretive kinds who never utter word or worst of the fear was she a witch or after life manifestation who now that has lured me into her trap will kill me and use me in her next potion…..
The thoughts were weird yet at that time all of them seemed possible even the witch ones….. After all, these places were more famous for dead than alive for centuries now…..
Well I could keep quiet anymore and decided to take a lead….
“What do you do?” I asked
“Nothing ….” she replied
I wondered when it comes to making conversations are the girls really stupid or do they pretend to be….. Cause this type of innocence sure doesn’t qualify to be termed as smartness or a behavior that may trigger curiosity…. On the contrary I felt like taking her right then and there and saying “Since you weren’t doing anything……I thought I might as well have my way with you …..”
Ok that’s very shallow, dark and cheap of me but then if she wants me to act she should at least give me sign and if not why get me here…..
After every passing second I was becoming certain that I am either going to end up being a lab rat or a part of potion…. to be truthful/sincere I had started observing traces of insanity in her eyes which were earlier as i thought calm and pristine…..
Just when I was beginning to get certain of my fate she took my hand in hers, her eyes still on the lake…. her hands were soft, manicured, skin was all in one tone…. like the photo shopped pictures in magzines…. the hands were soft but the grip was firm and finally she spoke….. Her words were clear and tone was no nonsense one…… I kept listening wondering how much was actually making sense ………… was it something I would have agreed to while back home…. would it be something my manhood would permit me to say yes to ….. Wasn’t it always the other way round back home?
Well at that point I was too stunned at the proposal put forth…. why me? I mean in that bar I am sure there were at least a dozen other men admiring her and more than that ogling at her so why me to be chosen…. with the proposal put forth in front of me I was somehow beginning to be certain of the possible outcome …… of me either being in a big bowl on fire …in which human soup is being prepared or being a part of some potion……. for some reason ….either being eaten by cannibals or used by witches were the concept that were stuck in my brain……….
Never the less at that point I kept quiet… she gave me her card, smiled and walked off…..
The car that bought me to the spot, took me home in the same silence … yet with a lot of noise in my head.
Reaching my hotel room I pondered on the proposal, the pros and cons and finally came to the conclusion…. whatever happens the story ends here and I take no emotional baggage home…. considering third party point of view it seemed a more like win win situation (besides i didnt stand to loose anything except a few millions of me) Besides all in all i was the gaining party so there was nothng that I was worried about…
The following morning I called her….. Her assistant answered…. I was asked to come over and complete some pre spoken procedures and signing papers….. I stood there wondering and second guessing my decision and yet somehow convincing myself that it was a win win situation….. Where back home was i every going to get these opportunities…. so we finished everything and i waited for my chance to see her
She was as i expected…. the wildest fantasy…. the assuring moves…. the accomdating space and yet guiding and teaching me….. Smoothing the rough edge handling and teaching me to tame the beast within…… yet a formula of give and take of pleasure…..
The days that came followed many such adventures….. Some beautiful beyond words, some like Hollywood movies, some intimate enough for me to want more….. some just routine bang…. never had i seen, heard or even read of such varied options and the possibilities to which a human body and fantasy could reach…..
Finally the day came for me to leave for home. The memories, the touch, the experiences, the scents, the feel, the moments between sheets….. And after all that the excitement of a different and new adventure awaiting me for coming days to come was getting over……
With the usual goodbyes to my office counter parts and not answering the questions they so asked me about my mysterious disappearance act….. I headed out to the airport……..
It was a time of my life i may never have the courage to revisit, a win win situation that i would love to speak about someday at more length with all the minute and intimate details…. it sure made me rich in experience and in bank……..
It was my season of no regrets
The bench wasn’t particularly comfortable…. it took me a while to get adjusted to the angel and frankly to the fact that I was gonna sit miles apart from her…
She was calm, quiet, pristine, I sat there wondering if she could sense the storm brewing in me……. if she could hear my heart beat which I could be certain was way too loud than usual.
We both didn’t speak for a while….. I was beginning to wonder whether I was ever going to talk something, was she dumb, was she secretive kinds who never utter word or worst of the fear was she a witch or after life manifestation who now that has lured me into her trap will kill me and use me in her next potion…..
The thoughts were weird yet at that time all of them seemed possible even the witch ones….. After all, these places were more famous for dead than alive for centuries now…..
Well I could keep quiet anymore and decided to take a lead….
“What do you do?” I asked
“Nothing ….” she replied
I wondered when it comes to making conversations are the girls really stupid or do they pretend to be….. Because this type of innocence sure doesn’t qualify to be termed as smartness or a behavior that may trigger curiosity…. On the contrary I felt like taking her right then and there and saying “Since you weren’t doing anything……I thought I might as well have my way with you …..”
Ok that’s very shallow, dark and cheap of me but then if she wants me to act she should at least give me sign and if not why get me here…..
After every passing second I was becoming certain that I am either going to end up being a lab rat or a part of potion…. to be truthful/sincere I had started observing traces of insanity in her eyes which were earlier as i thought calm and pristine…..
Just when I was beginning to get certain of my fate she took my hand in hers, her eyes still on the lake…. her hands were soft, manicured, skin was all in one tone…. like the photo shopped pictures in magzines…. the hands were soft but the grip was firm and finally she spoke….. Her words were clear and tone was no nonsense one…… I kept listening wondering how much was actually making sense ………… was it something I would have agreed to while back home…. would it be something my manhood would permit me to say yes to ….. Wasn’t it always the other way round back home?
Well at that point I was too stunned at the proposal put forth…. why me? I mean in that bar I am sure there were at least a dozen other men admiring her and more than that ogling at her so why me to be chosen…. with the proposal put forth in front of me I was somehow beginning to be certain of the possible outcome …… of me either being in a big bowl on fire …in which human soup is being prepared or being a part of some potion……. for some reason ….either being eaten by cannibals or used by witches were the concept that were stuck in my brain……….
Never the less at that point I kept quiet… she gave me her card, smiled and walked off…..
The car that bought me to the spot, took me home in the same silence … yet with a lot of noise in my head.
Reaching my hotel room I pondered on the proposal, the pros and cons and finally came to the conclusion…. whatever happens the story ends here and I take no emotional baggage home…. considering third party point of view it seemed a more like win win situation (besides i didnt stand to loose anything except a few millions of me) Besides all in all i was the gaining party so there was nothng that I was worried about…
The following morning I called her….. Her assistant answered…. I was asked to come over and complete some pre spoken procedures and signing papers….. I stood there wondering and second guessing my decision and yet somehow convincing myself that it was a win win situation….. Where back home was i every gonna get this opportunities…. so we finished everything and i waited for my chance to see her
She was as i expected…. the wildest fantasy…. the assuring moves…. the accomdating space and yet guiding and teaching me….. Smoothing the rough edge handling and teaching me to tame the beast within…… yet a formula of give and take of pleasure…..
The days that came followed many such adventures….. Some beautiful beyond words, some like Hollywood movies, some intimate enough for me to want more….. some just routine bang…. never had i seen, heard or even read of such varied options and the possibilities to which a human body and fantasy could reach…..
Finally the day came for me to leave for home. The memories, the touch, the experiences, the scents, the feel, the moments between sheets….. And after all that the excitement of a different and new adventure awaiting me for coming days to come was getting over……
With the usual goodbyes to my office counter parts and not answering the questions they so asked me about my mysterious disappearance act….. I headed out to the airport……..
It was a time of my life i may never have the courage to revisit, a win win situation that i would love to speak about someday at more length with all the minute and intimate details…. it sure made me rich in experience and in bank……..
It was my season of no regrets
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