Hey Vinod, sorry yaar, but I'll do what you say, I'll handle it.
I thought I had blogged more day-before-yesterday, but I mustn't have saved it when I left my room. Anyway, while I was blogging night before last, my mobile had buzzed that S was SMSing, she was back from dinner and wondered whether I wanted to see her, so I went and snuck past the bar to her room without anyone from the group noticing. The receptionist looked up but ignored me -- maybe this happens a lot in these groups. At least I wasn't in Jaipur, I don't know how I could have snuck out of there, not with my faithful nephew sleeping on the floor in my room, with his faithful bai sleeping at the entrance to the house, Gulab the decrepit chowkidar walking the perimeter blowing his whistle, banging his stick with the bells on it and finally the creaky gate that would have woken even Naani sealed in her AC room.
Well, my biggest worry has been solved, you know, about dying before... Though I have to admit that other than the fact of its occurence, the experience itself was disappointing - the first time was over before I knew what was happening. I was frantically jabbing around until she guided me in and I don't remember anything happening before it was all over, for me, before I even realized I had no control over this and she said, “Hey there's no rush.”. I blabbered some excuse about it having been a long time. As I'd run to her room (OK I admit it) I had imagined us fucking for hours, so it was humiliating to have everything fizzle out, literally. We did fuck for hours, just not in one go, brief spurts is more like it. She was saying very patient things, “Don't worry, it was good, it will get better”, holding me to her with surprising strength and kissing me and playing with ... me. That first night I didn't even get much of an opportunity to explore or get to know her, every time I started she would get frantically impatient to bang me again. Finally she sent me back to my room as she was going to go for an early morning walk with Leftie and Rightie. I asked her if I would see her again and she said, “Of course, where do you think I would go?”. Which didn't really answer my intended question.
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