Chennai Chronicle

The statement widely known and acknowledged that every time you let your past into your present somethings are bound to erupt; I never believed in the statement until it happened to me. To escape from the city I have been living in since I was an infant, I moved to Madras. Except for the heat, I loved it here. Even the language barrier was gone within a couple weeks time. The days went by, the routine was set. On days when I’d want to break the routine, I visited Marina Beach and revel in the sunset, warmth of the sand and tried writing against the breeze. I had stopped writing altogether. Ironically, I have a routine around how I break the other. Yesterday was the chosen one. I left my office sharp at 5, walked up to Marina beach and sat down at a spot where not many would go. I had found an aloof but new world on the usually cramped beach.

I wasn’t feeling quite well about taking the break yesterday and my hunch was right. I was engrossed in my writing when I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I looked over, it was him. The one I had escaped from now followed me here.
“Hi there. Busy much?”
He smiled at me after. I was bewildered.
“Umm.. ye.. yeah.”
“Not now.”, he said with his old mischievous smile played out as he closed my journal. I tried protesting but all in vain. He seated himself besides me acting as if nothing ever happened between us. It was annoying for me more since I still harboured feelings for him.

“Wanna smoke?”
“I don’t anymore. I’ll take your leave now.”
“Wait, at least take me for drinks. I’m a guest here. Mehmannawaazi!?”, he said holding my hand.
“I did not ask you to visit. Nevermind, you’ve always been this. Drink's on my tab, don’t show me your face ever again after today, deal?”
“I don’t agree on the last part!”
“Forget the drinks.”, I said and began to walk away.
“Wait up. I will do whatever you say.”, he said running behind me.

We went to a bistro which serves alcohol for cheap as well as has a small area for smoking. We did have a few rounds of alcohol and I was pretty wasted. He cleared the bill and fairly managing was looking for a cab to take me with him. The driver who usually dropped me saw us and pulled over. The driver knew meagre English and he barely knew Tamil and they somehow managed meanwhile I kept blabbering. In the state of drunkenness I also confessed of my feelings for him.

We reached home. While I was still seated in the car, he opened the door and the driver helped me out after which he carried me in his arms and took me inside thanking the driver. He was tucking me in the bed when I grabbed his face and kissed him. His lips in an instant met mine savouring me as if a parched throat had finally tasted nectar.

“I have missed you soooooo much. Didn’t you Sam?”
“I missed you too baby. You need to sleep.”
“No! I don’t want to.”, I said protesting, held on tighter and continued to kiss.
He tried telling me off for I was drunk but he then gave into it. He held the sheets aside while he got on top of me. Once he did, he pulled sheets over us. With utmost care and gentleness his fingers felt my skin which burnt under it. He undressed me and himself simultaneously struggling at times.

Sam's lips settled on mine and his fingers caressed my body. Lightly he tickled the neck, belly, thighs. He kneaded my ankles; my boobs as well. He played with them, alternating the pinching and sucking of nips. Breaking the kiss he nibbled at all the erogenous spots beginning with my neck, collar bone, back of the ear, the calf and the thighs taking his time, leaving marks behind. All this made me twitch moreover every time his hard member touched the labia, it aroused me more. I wanted him now, inside me.
“Forget everything. I want you now! Inside me!!”
“Yes baby but we don’t have protection.”
“I don’t care. I want you means I want you!”, I screamed at him.
The more I wanted him inside me the more he stretched the duration. He inserted a vibrator that lay on the night stand inside me.
“Why do you feel cold like my vib?”, I asked unaware.
I received my answer as soon as it began working. While it did make me feel good, the sensations were heightened by the tongue following the pattern of 8. Whenever he touched my clit, I held onto his shoulders tightly. The varied intensities creamed me well. Withdrawing the vibrator he filled me with his thick and long member. The thrusts were tantalizingly slower and it frustrated me more.
“Why are you going slow? You know I like it fast naaa!”, I whined like a kid and he laughed and removed his cock out of me. He thrusted in me again harder than earlier ones with his entire length in me while maintaining a fast pace. As he motioned in and out of me, he again began kissing me and his fingers found my clit. The orgasm that followed was the best!

That night we proceeded to have sex to my liking and his timing. After the sex, we snuggled into the sheets. The next morning I woke up with breakfast kept on the night stand, and a note, “if you want to see me again call me.”

How do I remember? That’s another story