Amourous Aspiration

How do you contain yourself on days when you feel so overwhelmed by the things you are feeling? Usually, you’d go on an ice-cream eating spree, hog on junk food, drink, cry, write, watch films, draw but I, out of all things, decided to get on multiple dating apps. Smart choice already.

I got talking to many men, some creepy, some good. But none were him. I used a feature article to be my defence when the realisation hit. But what could I do to the people who knew that I was not actually doing any feature and they were interested in me?

There was one such person. He politely was asking me about my likes and dislikes in bed. When I asked him the same question, his reply threw me into a daydream the very instant I read it.

While he spelt out his fantasy, I imagined Ibrahim in his place doing all those things to me.

Well, it goes without a doubt that a saree is the most graceful yet sensuous outfit, covering and exposing the right places.

I was imagining myself draped in one, a small bindi that I usually wear, a delicate pair of jhumkas (a type of earring), hair bundled up with a clip keeping it in place and I am looking away, staring into the abyss. Startled by the sudden touch of Ibrahim’s hand mapping my waist. Him lightly nibbling my ear and the slight smile that plays out on my lips.

Ibrahim’s eager hands letting my hair loose and pushing it at the side caressing my neck, shoulders and planting a soft kiss on the little tattoo on my back. I turn around grinning as I put my hands around his neck and his around my waist.

I lean in for a kiss with eyes closed and when his lips meet mine, I melt in his arms. The soft kiss deepening with every passing second, leaving us out of breath. The tongues dancing to the sexual jazz beat playing in the background.

After breaking the kiss, his hand slides up until he finds the pallu (decorated end of a saree that hangs loose when worn) to let it fall. My eyes reflexively shut as his lips move from my neck to my chest until the hem of the blouse. I let a deep breath out when I felt his lips sucking on my skin near the hem, leaving a hickey. He began unbuttoning the blouse, finally freeing my nipples that were straining hard against it. Ditched the bra for the day. I took the blouse off and let it be on the ground.

The cold air of the air conditioner against the erect nipples made me quiver. Soon, I could feel the warmth of his mouth on them as he begins playing with my breasts. I stand there panting, soaking in all the vivid sensations he’s making me feel.

Ibrahim moves upwards and we share a brief kiss meanwhile his hands unwrap the saree. I slide my hands feeling his upper body and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Taking smaller steps towards the bed, continue kissing. He wraps me in his arms and I smile against his chest. I bite him lightly which triggers a small playful fight and he pins me down staring at me intently. He guides one of my hands to his throbbing penis. I stroke it over his pants. I then move my hands to get them off him but I struggle, and he volunteers to do it for me. Once his pants are on the ground, I waste no time in sucking his raging boner. I spend more time sucking the head making him groan appreciatively. Deep-throating isn’t my best suit but I managed fairly well. Not prompting the gag reflex is difficult for me.

“Ah! Baby, you do it so well,” he said panting.

He lay down and so did I beside him. He pulls me closer and his fingers gather the underskirt baring my legs. He then slides his hand to part my legs and I readily do it. The strokes on my inner thighs were making me soak my panties. His fingers stroked my labia over the fabric making me want more. Ibrahim is a bigger tease than I am.

His fingers began the magic I have been looking forward to all this while. I was so engulfed with the feelings, I didn’t realise when he got on top of me. I let the underskirt go, also the panties giving him access to my vagina. The eagerness for him won’t ever satiate. After rolling the condom, he places himself near my opening, ready to devour it. He does so, hard and fast at times, at times slowly and sensuously. I couldn’t care more about the orgasm, I was enjoying the process.

The next morning I would be ecstatic, I thought to myself. I was hoping to wake up to the sight of him between my legs, licking me. However, the only way I was snapped out of my dream was the text notification from someone else.