02-01-2019, 12:00 PM
Riz
He pushed the door back shut, after entering into his flat. Mechanically, he turned the key too tired to register the tumblers locking into place. He felt bushwhacked – it had been a straight thirty hours of donkey’s labor at his desk – he thought ruefully as he collapsed on the bed.
Towards evenings he woke from a dreamless stupor, removed his clothes, the officewear he had slept in and entered the showers. Toweling himself vigorously, he felt the energy flowing back in. He fixed himself a large peg and made an online order for pizza. It was time to put a call through to Kajol, with whom, he had not spoken since returning from Delhi and that had been over a week ago. But Lady Luck seemed to have smiled on him what with Kajol accepting to become his girlfriend and then both the prospective clients he had met at Delhi had called in requiring detailed estimates and a high level presentation. That was the job that had kept him and his team busy over the last two days and today when they had finally sent it and received the in-principle approval; the whole office had erupted in joy and they had started embracing each other. Finally, something big seemed to be taking place. And wouldn’t the angel investors love that!
He took a sip and looked at the table-clock, it was nearing 7 in the evening. From the other end, Kajol’s warm voice drifted in.
“Hi, where did you vanish all these days?”
“Oh Kajol”, he launched into the details since their last meeting.
“Truly?”, he could feel her genuine excitement from the other end, “That’s marvelous.”
He fumbled a while in reply, explaining that there was still a formal offer of contract was being awaited.
“That will also come”, she reassured him.
A small fire begin to erupt in his insides. Maybe it was the whiskey which was helping to chill out the tension of the last few days. Also, there was the voice of Kajol.
The bell rang and he went to the door to pick up his pizza. He closed the door and spoke again,
“Where is Ramesh, put him on.”
“O, O, he is in the bathroom dear.”
“Just returned from office?”
“Yes, and actually, we are going out”, her voice dropped a notch, ”invited to dinner by his big boss.” She gave a small giggle.
“Oh, there is an office party?”
“No, no; it is just for the two of us only.”
He was surprised. “What? His big boss throwing a party for the two of you – I can’t believe it.”
“Actually, it’s a kind of thank you for making him work on a holiday.” She seemed hesitant while speaking this as if something was troubling her.
“Kajol, is everything alright?” He voiced his concern.
“Oh no, no, everything is find. Don’t you worry” , she spoke rapidly, “Just that I am a bit tired, nothing much really.”
“Alright”, he exhaled, ”if you say so. Chalo bye, I won’t keep you anymore. Go and enjoy the dinner.”
“Bye Rizi darling. Talk to you later.” There was the click.
An electric shock passed through his body. Does she know? – and his pulse quickened – but no, that was not possible – there was no way she could. But then, … … she had addressed him in the feminine sense of his name – just a plain coincidence maybe – there was no way anyone would know about his secret … … his desire …
He checked out the doors and windows. Everything was locked up. There was no danger of anyone having a peek through from the outside. He switched off the lights and retired to the bedroom, and carefully brought out the flimsy night gown and caressed the satin against his cheek. Instantly, he had a hard-on. Ah, today he was in the mood, in the right mood and the whiskey helped carry Kajol’s voice saying “Rizi darling, Rizi darling …” as he dropped his towel and put the nightie on. There was a small shiver as the silk touched his skin – it was so sensual. Lying down on bed, he lit a cigarette and slowly release the smoke through his nostrils, the nicotine further elevating his sexual tension.
Reaching about, he put his favorite disk in the audio system. There was absolute silence.
Out of the speakers located strategically above his bed, came the deeply hypnotic voice of a woman.
“You are a woman, You are a woman, a beautiful woman. Accept and embrace your feminity, for you are a woman, repeat to yourself, you are a woman, a woman, a woman, a beautiful creation …”
He took a hand to his erection, gently fondling it and the balls as wave after wave of pleasure cursed through. Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he moved the burning tip near a nipple. The heat seared through and it stood up. He repeated it on the other side and became acutely conscious of the presence of his nipples and the heat in them. Pre-cum started oozing out which he let deposit on a finger tip and brought it up to taste its salty tangy flavor. That was exactly what a woman would do, she would love the taste of that precious man-fluid …
The voice in the background continued, “You are woman, do not resist, do not resist …”
Finally, the session had ended. He got off the bed, all his senses fully on the edge and made way to the desktop at the nearby table. He switched it on and logged onto a chat site and entered his credentials.
The screen shot back at him. “Welcome raziasultana”
Immediately, he saw a couple of hits
“asl pl”
“hi razia, whr u from?”
“stats?”
He drew the pizza box nearby and flipped open the cover. The warm scent of cheese filled him up. Very deliberately, he typed on the keyboard “26 f delhi.”
He waited for the fraction and pms started pinging him for a private chat.
“Ah!”, he rubbed his hands together, ”a great night to follow a great day.”
He pushed the door back shut, after entering into his flat. Mechanically, he turned the key too tired to register the tumblers locking into place. He felt bushwhacked – it had been a straight thirty hours of donkey’s labor at his desk – he thought ruefully as he collapsed on the bed.
Towards evenings he woke from a dreamless stupor, removed his clothes, the officewear he had slept in and entered the showers. Toweling himself vigorously, he felt the energy flowing back in. He fixed himself a large peg and made an online order for pizza. It was time to put a call through to Kajol, with whom, he had not spoken since returning from Delhi and that had been over a week ago. But Lady Luck seemed to have smiled on him what with Kajol accepting to become his girlfriend and then both the prospective clients he had met at Delhi had called in requiring detailed estimates and a high level presentation. That was the job that had kept him and his team busy over the last two days and today when they had finally sent it and received the in-principle approval; the whole office had erupted in joy and they had started embracing each other. Finally, something big seemed to be taking place. And wouldn’t the angel investors love that!
He took a sip and looked at the table-clock, it was nearing 7 in the evening. From the other end, Kajol’s warm voice drifted in.
“Hi, where did you vanish all these days?”
“Oh Kajol”, he launched into the details since their last meeting.
“Truly?”, he could feel her genuine excitement from the other end, “That’s marvelous.”
He fumbled a while in reply, explaining that there was still a formal offer of contract was being awaited.
“That will also come”, she reassured him.
A small fire begin to erupt in his insides. Maybe it was the whiskey which was helping to chill out the tension of the last few days. Also, there was the voice of Kajol.
The bell rang and he went to the door to pick up his pizza. He closed the door and spoke again,
“Where is Ramesh, put him on.”
“O, O, he is in the bathroom dear.”
“Just returned from office?”
“Yes, and actually, we are going out”, her voice dropped a notch, ”invited to dinner by his big boss.” She gave a small giggle.
“Oh, there is an office party?”
“No, no; it is just for the two of us only.”
He was surprised. “What? His big boss throwing a party for the two of you – I can’t believe it.”
“Actually, it’s a kind of thank you for making him work on a holiday.” She seemed hesitant while speaking this as if something was troubling her.
“Kajol, is everything alright?” He voiced his concern.
“Oh no, no, everything is find. Don’t you worry” , she spoke rapidly, “Just that I am a bit tired, nothing much really.”
“Alright”, he exhaled, ”if you say so. Chalo bye, I won’t keep you anymore. Go and enjoy the dinner.”
“Bye Rizi darling. Talk to you later.” There was the click.
An electric shock passed through his body. Does she know? – and his pulse quickened – but no, that was not possible – there was no way she could. But then, … … she had addressed him in the feminine sense of his name – just a plain coincidence maybe – there was no way anyone would know about his secret … … his desire …
He checked out the doors and windows. Everything was locked up. There was no danger of anyone having a peek through from the outside. He switched off the lights and retired to the bedroom, and carefully brought out the flimsy night gown and caressed the satin against his cheek. Instantly, he had a hard-on. Ah, today he was in the mood, in the right mood and the whiskey helped carry Kajol’s voice saying “Rizi darling, Rizi darling …” as he dropped his towel and put the nightie on. There was a small shiver as the silk touched his skin – it was so sensual. Lying down on bed, he lit a cigarette and slowly release the smoke through his nostrils, the nicotine further elevating his sexual tension.
Reaching about, he put his favorite disk in the audio system. There was absolute silence.
Out of the speakers located strategically above his bed, came the deeply hypnotic voice of a woman.
“You are a woman, You are a woman, a beautiful woman. Accept and embrace your feminity, for you are a woman, repeat to yourself, you are a woman, a woman, a woman, a beautiful creation …”
He took a hand to his erection, gently fondling it and the balls as wave after wave of pleasure cursed through. Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he moved the burning tip near a nipple. The heat seared through and it stood up. He repeated it on the other side and became acutely conscious of the presence of his nipples and the heat in them. Pre-cum started oozing out which he let deposit on a finger tip and brought it up to taste its salty tangy flavor. That was exactly what a woman would do, she would love the taste of that precious man-fluid …
The voice in the background continued, “You are woman, do not resist, do not resist …”
Finally, the session had ended. He got off the bed, all his senses fully on the edge and made way to the desktop at the nearby table. He switched it on and logged onto a chat site and entered his credentials.
The screen shot back at him. “Welcome raziasultana”
Immediately, he saw a couple of hits
“asl pl”
“hi razia, whr u from?”
“stats?”
He drew the pizza box nearby and flipped open the cover. The warm scent of cheese filled him up. Very deliberately, he typed on the keyboard “26 f delhi.”
He waited for the fraction and pms started pinging him for a private chat.
“Ah!”, he rubbed his hands together, ”a great night to follow a great day.”
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