Romance Its a hard rain

[komaalrani]

And after the weekend, first day of new month, it was not a bad day. It turned out to be a bad bad day. 


First quarter results were not good, in spite of some creative accounting. 

Atmosphere was very gloomy as we all were  waiting for some impending disaster, without knowing what it will be .Top floor was looking for a lot of info, probably some restructuring was in sight, schedule of two meetings were conflicting, a very tiring day. 

I had a look at calendar and day was marked with red but I had no clue as I was answering two phones at once and checking excel sheets too. Day went on and on and ultimately when I cleared my desk it was 9 PM. But , I was thinking something is amiss.

Sometimes after a demanding day, you just feel a void, a sense of emptiness. You cannot even relax.

I took a bath hoping it will drain some tiredness, wore a fresh boxer shorts and a sweat shirt and started making a drink for myself. And suddenly it dawned upon me, ...meaning of red circle on calendar.... 

Drinking alone is height of desperation. 

… and bell rang….

Rarely anybody knocked on these doors, never on my birthday at least. 

And bell rang again, this time with more urgency and this time reluctantly I got up,


It was she, she in person, walking in beauty.

I was stunned, lost, and speechless. She broke my trance,

“Hey what were you doing, took so much time in opening the door,” a beatific smile.

And welcoming her I said, 

"I never thought a wandering dream will knock at these portals, but I never told you that today is…"

And she interrupted,

"Julius Caesar, Lady D’s birthday, significant days. that much credit you should give me. "

But my somber mood and uncouth me, I blurted; 

"significant but sad."

Let us banish all the sad thoughts, she commanded and bend to keep the packets on a table. 

Of course there was a bottle of white wine, Chardonnay,in her packet.

And my wine glasses from Riedel's Sommeliers collection, came out. I am not aware, when I last used them. Some cheddar cheese to go with this moderately oaked Chardonnay and sushi which I had ordered this evening but not consumed,

Soon both of us were inebriated, and poetry was again flowing but only erotic variety and she was equally quoting most ribald stuff.

Cake was black as sin and she started using her fingers to feed me, there was no knife. 

And soon we were eating from each other’s hands, each other,

Only thing I recall her gown slipped and under it she was wearing a very very naughty sheer pink slip failing to contain her curves, her voluptuous boobs were bursting.


I don’t recall she pushed me on bed or I pulled her over me but my hands touching her perfect ass, gloriously round and tight, that feeling lingered.

It was her hips rising, panty peeling and sliding, taste of her mouth, smoldering lips, wetting my mouth, her arched back, 


A perfect lioness, total in control, woman on top, enjoying viprit rati 

Her thrusts were measured those perfect domes of joy rubbing on my chest… 

But soon control moved to me and she was happy to move with my rhythm,a perfect resonance.

Time has stopped, she was making me eat chocolates with her scarlet red lips (may be Cialis coated)

And passion ceased after a long bout. 

We both were sated, out bodies were entwined cooling from the passions spent. She was content in slumber with my hand holding her firm back, 

But a kiss here a nibble there and soon again wild flames covered us.

I was plucking kisses sweeter than memories and rubbing them on her firm big boobs, my fingers borrowed a rainbow from evening and crushed it against her body, kisses, nibbles and bites on her carmelled nipples. 

Soon she was on the throes of wild passion.

I became a barbarian. 

Thick fingers and thumb probing wetness, a firm shove, with each thrust balls smacking against her pink flesh…

She was arching herself back to meet every push, every thrust and and and 

Waves and waves of wondrous orgasm, as I was emptying myself. Both of us sated and senseless, slept.

When I awoke, she was gone, door was slightly ajar and first ray of dawn was trying to creep in. 

Only her lingering scent and her pink slip, crushed and pressed under my body, was reminder of night which has melt into memory. 

But day brought reality, responsibilities and work.