Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

But what could we do? It was around this time that Ma and Kajal were kind of pressuring me to find an ‘unattached’ girlfriend of my own age. I thought at least at the emotional level, I had bonded strongly with Gabi. I told her that, and she too agreed. She told me that she felt more stable emotionally after she started to talk to me, and in her heart, she considered me her soulmate. I did a little something for her. I got one classy nude shot taken by a professional photographer and posted it to Gabi. In the photo I was sporting a strong, blood-gorged, raging erection, so that she understood how I felt about her. In my latter, I told her that I will make love to her with passion. To which she agreed that I would. She also told me that my penis was more than adequately endowed for her, and that many people in her own country were not as lucky as I was to have such a beautiful manhood. I am sure she added the last bit to make me feel good, because I had read somewhere that Indian men had smaller penises as compared to their westerner counterparts. She told me that she loved my penis’ color; cinnamon is how she described it and hoped that it tasted as good as fresh cinnamon!

 
Since we were talking about colors of our private parts, it gave me enough courage to ask her the color of her nipples and vagina. I hoped that she did not categorize me for another of that sex-greedy line of men that she met. She told me that she laughed heartily for a long time after reading my desire. She told me that she thought I was not interested in more intimate aspects of her. She also encouraged me to ask her anything without being shy or hesitating, because everything that she had was mine… and that she wanted to be naked with me, to dance for me, and to dance with me, naked. She hoped that one day she was able to do all that and more. And then she wrote that the color of her nipples and her vagina was that of salmon and told me that she was being shy writing all this to me.
 
After that, in my communications, I always asked her how my salmons were doing, and if she was taking good care of them for me! She always laughed at that reference, which was a kind of code-word for us. She once told me that once imagined cinnamon stick in a salmon flesh and fantasized how my penis would thrust into her warmth. Sometimes, she became very philosophical in her communication. These were the effects of yet another round of ridicule that she suffered at the hands of her mother. She said that she told her mother about ‘us’ and her desire to be with me. She showed her mother my photos - all of them, including that in which I was naked, sporting a prominent erection (I still fail to understand why she did that!). according to Gabi, her mother liked me but told her that she was no match for a solidly built man like me, and she even suggested that perhaps I was looking for an easy romp with a ‘white woman’ (as most Indian men desired white flesh). She humiliated her further by telling her that my penis would tear her. This was such an intimate insult that Gabi became dull and resorted more into her inner cocoon. It took me a lot of persuasion, in email, postal mail, and even a couple of phone calls for her to start coming out of shell again. While chatting with me, she told me all about it and remarked that her position in my life was as that of Radha in Krishna’s life: to be loved and then to be forgotten. It was such a heartbreaking remark. I honestly did not think so. I told her that she had my lifetime of love, and if possible, even marriage, is she was up to it. She was delighted at the suggestion.
 
At that juncture, I upped my ante and encouraged her to pursue PhD. I took it upon myself to help her realize her dream. I used whatever resources I had (some of my senior colleagues were well connected) and got her enrolled in the research program and even a small scholarship in one of the best universities of India. They even accommodated her despite being a bit late in the academic session, a concession granted because of her foreign student status and because PhD usually takes a long time and also because Gabi had already published a paper on a related topic. Professors in this university were convinced that she would be able to produce a quality research and that she deserved scholarship.
 
Thus, with a little bit of effort from our side, our destiny played its hand and soon, Gabi was all set to come to India to pursue her PhD. I told to her that she must live with me - a position that was non-negotiable. I also offered her financial help, but she declined saying that she has a scholarship, and she should manage within her means. She added that I was offering her a place to live was a great help. I was slightly disappointed, but since I had succeeded in persuading her to live with me, was a big win. Gabi was extremely happy with my offer to live with me at my house, and gleefully accepted it. My flat was big… too big for just one person. My parents were rare visitors, so it would be nice to have a permanent company!