21-03-2023, 11:13 PM
Dawa was still standing in front of Soma. There is an intense desire in his eyes that Soma can understand. There is one more thing, which Soma also fails to understand. But after some time Soma realized that. When Dawa came very close to Soma and said---I love you. I still want you. I'm desperate to have you. Yet I will not touch you without your consent. I will wait for you tonight too. If you don't love a third class watchman like me, then don't come.
Soma remained silent. She is not able to understand, at the age of forty, Dawa Sherpa is her love or not? But she has an attraction to Dawa ji. Is that love? Or just desire? Or intense secret love born from desire? But if she is with Dawa Sherpa, she is feels calm, confident, and courageous. The figure of this six-foot-tall strong mountain man is intensely sexual, giving her a renewed sense of youth.
Dawa Sherpa is actually a very rugged manly man, by whom even an educated married woman like Soma wants to be controlled.
Soma is spending time in intense instability. Stimulation on the one side, intense needs of the body on the other. Sitting at the dinner table, Soma is not sure what to do. The first time they have an accidental intercourse. A second time Soma corrects herself and rejects him. Her Thought this was the end. Her ethics, conservatism, morality, education, love for husband and children, society, status suppressed the sexual appetite. Her loneliness of mind and body's now getting desperate to wanted Dawa again. In fact, Soma's body is completely biased towards Dawa Sherpa, thinking of extreme ambivalence. Due to this ambivalent state of mind, she is unable to fix anything.
After dinner the two boys went to sleep. Soma did not sleep even after finishing the kitchen work. Santu did not turn off the TV before going to sleep. His favorite 'Discovery' channel was still playing on TV. Soma switched off the TV. She came to the balcony and stood for a while. A storm has arisen in both her mind and body. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands and face and got fresh. She stood in front of the mirror and started looking at herself. She opened her hair and combed it and tied the hair in a bun (Khopa). She is wearing a red homely cotton saree over a black blouse. She fixed the red tip (bindi) of her forhead in right place. She looked at the clock, it was half past eleven.
Atlast she went down the stairs slowly. The ground floor is now pretty quiet and dark. Agarwal's two cars are kept next to Subir's car. The bulb lights is on in the Dawa's room under the stairs. Soma knocked on the door once. As soon as the door opened, Dawa Sherpa stood half naked, just wearing lungi. Holding a burning bidi between his hands. He immediately threw away the bidi. Soma shyly enter his room then Dawa closed the door.
The room is very small. A cot somehow. A rope is tied from one side of the wall to the other. There are some cloths of Dawa hanging on the rope. A small table, and a small Bed, Where one can sleep. There is a dirty oily bed sheet on that bed.
They are now facing each other. As the room is very small they are very close to each other. Soma smelled that intense masculine smell of Dawa. Soma's height is almost chest-length of six feet tall Dawa. Dawa has not yet touched Soma. He only said in a heavy masculine tone---Why you come?
Soma rested her head on the Dawa's chest without answering. Then she hugged Dawa ji. Then Soma gently kissed on Dawa's stone-hard chest and said in a trembling voice---I feel lonely without you Dawa ji.
Until now, Soma could not find the answer of the thought in her mind, now she revealed in front of the Dawa Sherpa; she felt for Dawa ji. Overcoming shyness, Soma today boldly told Dawa that she has deep feelings for Dawa Ji. She was wondering herself, but she was happy to said the feelings to the conflicting questions in her mind.
Dawa, however, had not yet embraced Soma. He said---I am just an uneducated watchman, I am a poor lower class man not to educated urban people like you. You are very educated advanced people, you have successful husband, still why you feel lonely without me?
Soma started kissing Dawa's chest in everywhere like a crazy woman. She said---i don't know Dawa ji, I feel you though.
Dawa pushed Soma from his chest, held her shoulders and said---You go madam. Maybe you don't know, I am a very bad filthy person, even an ill-bred not fit for your society. However, my speech is bad, my character is a sex maniac. I become a beast during sex. I am a very rough person. I love Santu babu-Antu babu because I consider them as my children. I treat you or other flat owners well, sometimes I do favors, because as a person I am a simple poor person. Gorkhas have a strong sense of morality and duty. I learned this from our Gorkha community. But as a husband or lover I am a very rough, pervert uncivilized person, then you will see me in a completely different form. I'm a sex-crazed wild beast, then you can't stand it. You are seeing this example one day, how I fucked you. Yes, I say all those bad words. That's my nature. There is still time, you go back madam.
Soma bowed her head and started listening to the words of Dawa. She now brings her unsatisfied body to this rough man. There was a strong current in her vagina. Now she only want her Dawa ji.
Soma said in a very low, soft voice---You said you love me today? Now did you get afraid?
---I am not afraid madam. If I had been afraid I wouldn't have forced you to fuck that day. Even today I have called you. You came to me on your own consent. I can fuck you all night if I want....sorry madam, don't mind the slang. I said my language is very vulgar. And yes, I love you. Love is not just fucking. Love demands a lot. You are married, so you cannot meet those requirements. Go madam, your beautiful family with husband and children. Stay happy.
Soma began to feel Dawa ji more and more. She doesn't know what this feeling is called. She kept her eyes on Dawa. For quite a while, Dawa is a very tall muscular man, she had to raise her head to look at his face. Soft tears in Soma's eyes. This is the water of feeling, the joy of finding a new male partner in loneliness at forty.
Dawa laughed. Then he raised her chin and said---Why are you crying? Even if we develop a relationship, it has no future. And I can't control myself. I will repeatedly make several demands on you, which I will become very angry if you do not fulfill. Then our relationship will break. Besides, I will not let your honor be ruined. If anyone finds out that you have an affair with a Watchman, it will ruin your honor. I can't let that happen.
Soma said---If you think so, then it is your job to protect my honor. I think a man will be called a man only when he understands his woman, protects her honor.
Dawa said---I don't understand educated urban people like you. I am a Gorkha. Mountains, forests are my life. Even in the Gorkha community I like to be alone. Because I dreamed of having a hut in Sandakphu forest far away from Tunglu. My wife and I will be there with many children. Our family will be as primitive as the mountain animals. And about 'honor' madam? It is my duty to protect the honor of any woman, madam. Gorkha community has taught me so, madam. And you are my last love, no one can cut a scratch on you from outside. But inside when you are my bedmate, my lover, you are only mine. Then I became a deformed beast. Which an educated woman like you will never accept.
Soma looked at Dawa like a helpless lustful woman. She said---So I'll leave?
Dawa hugged Soma tightly. Soma are bound now the muscular arms of Dawa. Then he kissed Soma on the lips. But not strongly. He said---If you want to leave you can go. But then what will happen to my angry cock? And your hungry pussy?
Soma's fair face turned red with shy, and both are smiled, and she said----Shit, this is filthy.
Dawa smiled, and said---Madam I said that I am a very filthy man. I am good uncle for Santu Babu, Antu Babu. Good watchman for all flat owner Sab ji's. Good helper for your family. But for you a filthy pervert, a bull or a rude fucker.
Soma laughed and said jokingly---So can I call you a 'Bull'?
---You can call me, but I will call you then a 'Cow'.
Soma said with a smile, interrupting quickly in shame---No no no, you just call me 'Soma'.
Soma's feminine soft lips pressed against his masculine lips aggressively. They started kissing very deeply. A stench mixed with bidi from the mouth of Dawa. But now it is not a problem. This smell of a man in love again is now her favorite.
This kiss is pretty intense. Each other's tongues and lips are moving fast. Doesn't want to stop, even though Dawa is controlling this kiss. Soma realizes from the beginning that this man will dominate her, and only if she can be dominated by this tall, broad, hard, rough man can she climb the mountain of happiness.
Soma remained silent. She is not able to understand, at the age of forty, Dawa Sherpa is her love or not? But she has an attraction to Dawa ji. Is that love? Or just desire? Or intense secret love born from desire? But if she is with Dawa Sherpa, she is feels calm, confident, and courageous. The figure of this six-foot-tall strong mountain man is intensely sexual, giving her a renewed sense of youth.
Dawa Sherpa is actually a very rugged manly man, by whom even an educated married woman like Soma wants to be controlled.
Soma is spending time in intense instability. Stimulation on the one side, intense needs of the body on the other. Sitting at the dinner table, Soma is not sure what to do. The first time they have an accidental intercourse. A second time Soma corrects herself and rejects him. Her Thought this was the end. Her ethics, conservatism, morality, education, love for husband and children, society, status suppressed the sexual appetite. Her loneliness of mind and body's now getting desperate to wanted Dawa again. In fact, Soma's body is completely biased towards Dawa Sherpa, thinking of extreme ambivalence. Due to this ambivalent state of mind, she is unable to fix anything.
After dinner the two boys went to sleep. Soma did not sleep even after finishing the kitchen work. Santu did not turn off the TV before going to sleep. His favorite 'Discovery' channel was still playing on TV. Soma switched off the TV. She came to the balcony and stood for a while. A storm has arisen in both her mind and body. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands and face and got fresh. She stood in front of the mirror and started looking at herself. She opened her hair and combed it and tied the hair in a bun (Khopa). She is wearing a red homely cotton saree over a black blouse. She fixed the red tip (bindi) of her forhead in right place. She looked at the clock, it was half past eleven.
Atlast she went down the stairs slowly. The ground floor is now pretty quiet and dark. Agarwal's two cars are kept next to Subir's car. The bulb lights is on in the Dawa's room under the stairs. Soma knocked on the door once. As soon as the door opened, Dawa Sherpa stood half naked, just wearing lungi. Holding a burning bidi between his hands. He immediately threw away the bidi. Soma shyly enter his room then Dawa closed the door.
The room is very small. A cot somehow. A rope is tied from one side of the wall to the other. There are some cloths of Dawa hanging on the rope. A small table, and a small Bed, Where one can sleep. There is a dirty oily bed sheet on that bed.
They are now facing each other. As the room is very small they are very close to each other. Soma smelled that intense masculine smell of Dawa. Soma's height is almost chest-length of six feet tall Dawa. Dawa has not yet touched Soma. He only said in a heavy masculine tone---Why you come?
Soma rested her head on the Dawa's chest without answering. Then she hugged Dawa ji. Then Soma gently kissed on Dawa's stone-hard chest and said in a trembling voice---I feel lonely without you Dawa ji.
Until now, Soma could not find the answer of the thought in her mind, now she revealed in front of the Dawa Sherpa; she felt for Dawa ji. Overcoming shyness, Soma today boldly told Dawa that she has deep feelings for Dawa Ji. She was wondering herself, but she was happy to said the feelings to the conflicting questions in her mind.
Dawa, however, had not yet embraced Soma. He said---I am just an uneducated watchman, I am a poor lower class man not to educated urban people like you. You are very educated advanced people, you have successful husband, still why you feel lonely without me?
Soma started kissing Dawa's chest in everywhere like a crazy woman. She said---i don't know Dawa ji, I feel you though.
Dawa pushed Soma from his chest, held her shoulders and said---You go madam. Maybe you don't know, I am a very bad filthy person, even an ill-bred not fit for your society. However, my speech is bad, my character is a sex maniac. I become a beast during sex. I am a very rough person. I love Santu babu-Antu babu because I consider them as my children. I treat you or other flat owners well, sometimes I do favors, because as a person I am a simple poor person. Gorkhas have a strong sense of morality and duty. I learned this from our Gorkha community. But as a husband or lover I am a very rough, pervert uncivilized person, then you will see me in a completely different form. I'm a sex-crazed wild beast, then you can't stand it. You are seeing this example one day, how I fucked you. Yes, I say all those bad words. That's my nature. There is still time, you go back madam.
Soma bowed her head and started listening to the words of Dawa. She now brings her unsatisfied body to this rough man. There was a strong current in her vagina. Now she only want her Dawa ji.
Soma said in a very low, soft voice---You said you love me today? Now did you get afraid?
---I am not afraid madam. If I had been afraid I wouldn't have forced you to fuck that day. Even today I have called you. You came to me on your own consent. I can fuck you all night if I want....sorry madam, don't mind the slang. I said my language is very vulgar. And yes, I love you. Love is not just fucking. Love demands a lot. You are married, so you cannot meet those requirements. Go madam, your beautiful family with husband and children. Stay happy.
Soma began to feel Dawa ji more and more. She doesn't know what this feeling is called. She kept her eyes on Dawa. For quite a while, Dawa is a very tall muscular man, she had to raise her head to look at his face. Soft tears in Soma's eyes. This is the water of feeling, the joy of finding a new male partner in loneliness at forty.
Dawa laughed. Then he raised her chin and said---Why are you crying? Even if we develop a relationship, it has no future. And I can't control myself. I will repeatedly make several demands on you, which I will become very angry if you do not fulfill. Then our relationship will break. Besides, I will not let your honor be ruined. If anyone finds out that you have an affair with a Watchman, it will ruin your honor. I can't let that happen.
Soma said---If you think so, then it is your job to protect my honor. I think a man will be called a man only when he understands his woman, protects her honor.
Dawa said---I don't understand educated urban people like you. I am a Gorkha. Mountains, forests are my life. Even in the Gorkha community I like to be alone. Because I dreamed of having a hut in Sandakphu forest far away from Tunglu. My wife and I will be there with many children. Our family will be as primitive as the mountain animals. And about 'honor' madam? It is my duty to protect the honor of any woman, madam. Gorkha community has taught me so, madam. And you are my last love, no one can cut a scratch on you from outside. But inside when you are my bedmate, my lover, you are only mine. Then I became a deformed beast. Which an educated woman like you will never accept.
Soma looked at Dawa like a helpless lustful woman. She said---So I'll leave?
Dawa hugged Soma tightly. Soma are bound now the muscular arms of Dawa. Then he kissed Soma on the lips. But not strongly. He said---If you want to leave you can go. But then what will happen to my angry cock? And your hungry pussy?
Soma's fair face turned red with shy, and both are smiled, and she said----Shit, this is filthy.
Dawa smiled, and said---Madam I said that I am a very filthy man. I am good uncle for Santu Babu, Antu Babu. Good watchman for all flat owner Sab ji's. Good helper for your family. But for you a filthy pervert, a bull or a rude fucker.
Soma laughed and said jokingly---So can I call you a 'Bull'?
---You can call me, but I will call you then a 'Cow'.
Soma said with a smile, interrupting quickly in shame---No no no, you just call me 'Soma'.
Soma's feminine soft lips pressed against his masculine lips aggressively. They started kissing very deeply. A stench mixed with bidi from the mouth of Dawa. But now it is not a problem. This smell of a man in love again is now her favorite.
This kiss is pretty intense. Each other's tongues and lips are moving fast. Doesn't want to stop, even though Dawa is controlling this kiss. Soma realizes from the beginning that this man will dominate her, and only if she can be dominated by this tall, broad, hard, rough man can she climb the mountain of happiness.
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