This is the continuation of the first part of my Indian sex story….
She : So how you are going to explain yourself for this night? I wonder that it’s one of your biggest mistakes in life to come with me tonight. What you are telling is Platonic , but this is quite Freudian in nature my dear.How come you explain that too?
Me : (after a deep inhale) Yes mistress. I am a Platonic lover.My submission comes from the mind.And this…
She: Pardon for the interruption.But you want to get pegged in your arse and you are saying that you’re Platonic. Isn’t it coinciding my dear?
Me : No mistress.As if I submit myself fully to you with passion from both sides.It will explain all. But seriously I am confused now. I haven’t gave it such a deep thought.
She: (after a long gaze towards me) Come with me.You will get all your answers.
She got up, went to the bedroom fully decorated and having a mindboggling aroma,ordered me to sit on the bed and relax .She was changing her clothes in front of me without any hesitation. She opened her top, then opened her jeans.
She was standing in front of me just as she was posing before Michalangello. I was really numb ,I was just exploring her beauty in front of me, mainly the beauty of expression through her eyes as that was the main appeal for any kind of human beings.
Once i heard, “Eyes Don’t Lie ” ,and truly it was. You can check it yourself that whether your soulmate is ditching you or not.Only through the eyes. Its an art to master.What it takes is the mind to understand your partner soully to predict the moves of her/him.
I was so amazed by her looks,though her body was not too much appealing( So was Marilyn Monroe’s ,but you know what SHE was),last but not least her long hair ,opened , she was standing before me just like a piece of art.The sensation through my body was so much roaring ,giving me goosebumps, butterfly effect in belly ,hearing the heart beats ,slow breathing and being stud.Its a kind of feeling ,cannot be explained but to feel.The only thing I was following was her gaze towards me.Good Lord, I caannot explain them.It was hypnotic.
She: (with a smile) I was right. You haven’t seen a woman.A virgin you are.I can read you through your eyes and expressions.So ,dont pretend.
She slowly came towards me ,cat walking with a mild move, stood before me, bent down ,kept her face on my face level and asked with lusty looks..
She: So,Akash , will you be my slave ?
Me: (with a terrible mumbling voice) yesssss mistress.
She: (dripping off the sweat on my face with a hand towel) Why Akash? Who I am?
Me: (mumbling) You are the goddess , Mistress mine.
She: (smiling) Now open your clothes slave. Your training has just started.As you know nothing about BDSM, I will teach you.Open up yourself,remember not a single piece of cloth you should wear right now. I will be in the living room in 10 minutes. Be there when I call.
She went out to another adjacent room. I was stood up them, as she left I sat down.It was time for me to self criticization.What the hell I was doing there? How could I explain myself before me,again? I love someone,though it may be one sided, but I haven’t thought of another lady whole in my life.
Also I want to get pegged, fucked in the arse mercilessly, want to make love with passion and romance, want to make my love happy to the fullest.What was I doing here?I realised that, it was the LUST which brought me here.It was the Lust, which forced me to the interaction with the lady,get into the car and the whole scene.It was my LUST to fuck and get fucked, as the bodily hormones gone crazy for the whole time.If i had masturbated before,these things would not been happened for sure.
That moment, I was in a great dilemma. To submit, or to quit.I didn’t realised that the time was up.I heard the smooth voice calling my name . The LUST was the champion. I got nude and went to the living room , slowly. You know, lust has always its explanations.It seems to be justified that moment,but later ,you feel guilty. The final word was that,I wanted to break my virginity anyway,as I was alone ,without a love for four years,I have not seen her.Nor a glimpse, neither a phone call.This probably justified my lust ,that moment.
I went into the room, covering my groin with both hands,the penis was limp mildly because of the terrible mind games,I was looking down all the time.
She: Please have a seat here my boy.You are such a BOY.
I slowly engraved myself to the sofa she pointed.The decoration and lighting of the room made it mystic.It was red light in the room,and she was wearing just a see through gown ,no innerware inside,sipping vodka.
She: (gave me a glass of whiskey ,on the rocks) Take it,you idiot.
I was about to gulp the whole, but she resisted boldly.
She: Take it slow you dumb head.Just relax.
Few minutes gone.None of us was talking. Two sip of the drink made me clam down a bit.I looked up towards her.I thought she was observing me thoroughly hitherto.She pushed a remote button and it was BACH , my favourite. The whole room seemed to be an arena, two opposite sex with terrible mind set was sitting there,enjoying the silence of music and serenity,looking towards each other,setting eye contact.
She: I suppose you are well aware of Bach. And I have no doubt that you are romantic fool.
I always protedted, even with some of my family members,who tried to misjudge my love by saying blah blah about her.That day ,that very moment,I was speechless.I felt that she has something to say as she posed.
She: (with a very polished voice) Look Akash, you , me ,are just two bodies.Dont you feel that we are always naked!
We pretend to be civilized,but to the core we break them fully.It is natural because it is reality.Civilized look is just a show.That is a true ACT , don’t you see?Your lust towards me is justified as you are a virgin, my lust is justified as you are a boytoy.There is no one to stop us here right now. You can break all your barriers now and can jump on me as I agreed for this and vice versa.But,what is the thing that stopping us,from the reality of the act of Darwinistic evolutionary animal in this place?What is that for you?
She also teased me with rounding her lips with her tongue tip.This time,I was controlled, and I realized that , the reality of lust is patience.I understood her each and every words and felt the truth that,it is just a BODY. It is the hormone which provokes you,It is the mind which controls you and it is the Love and dedication which stops you.Being naked before some opposite sex cannot increase LUST until you think to get her sexually.
Me: Ma’am , I am having the mindset of a Gynecologist who inspects multiple woman each day.The person is quite habituated with this situation.I wonder how he can make love with his woman?Is it love! Then what is the explanation of this love?
As in, I always feel to be pegged by a mistress or particularly my love, but why? what makes me feel like that? what brings the submission?Love! maybe.And if it is love, then it cannot be Freudian. It must be Platonic.Maybe that is provoking me to stop right here.
She was hearing me.She kept quiet for a minute.Then she did a more tease.She put her hand back, took out a dildo , probably of 7″ length and it was thick,as i was unable to get any idea on the diameter.She teased me like a hell and bite her lips ,very sexually ,and asked me..
She: Don’t you need this poor boy? humm??
TO BE CONTINUED. THANKS for you mails ,dear readers,its a slow story,kind of psychological.Please leave your mails at
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