Adultery The Resonance Vector

[picchimanishi]

I would like to start a new story. More than erotica, I think, this story gives a fun for a reader. Hope everyone will enjoy and have fun while reading this story.

The incidents and characters in this story are completely fictional. Resemblance to any real person to the characters in the story is completely coincidental.

[picchimanishi]

Right now, my mind likely has too many competing thoughts running at once like a fan, currently, rotating in front of my eyes. The ceiling fan rotating is making so many rotations per minute which is technically abbreviated to rpm. Still, it is not moving anywhere. It feels like I have got way too many mental tabs opened right now. It is completely normal to feel this way when life gets overwhelming. Let's hit refresh and close a few of those mental tabs together so that the feeling of being stressed will be reduced as the load on the brain getting reduced.

I can’t undo the things that were already done. Whenever I try to get back into the past to delete certain memories, messier my present turns. My Education, I don’t want to undo it. My job, I can’t undo the beautiful memories I had made during my working period. My marriage to Vaibhav, I don’t even dare to erase it. I got a perfect husband with perfect in laws.

Then why I am thinking to change my past? Why have I wasted an entire paragraph which seems useless when the reader gets nothing from it? All the letters I have typed to create a paragraph are gone into void. This is so disrespect to a reader who has selected this story out of many stories in this forum.

You and me are sharing the same screen. Yet our worlds are different. You are seeing this screen from outside world, whereas I got stuck inside this gadget between so many transistors interconnected inside the chip of your gadget. Our languages ate different too. I need to communicate in 1s and 0s to narrate this story which are later converted by these transistors into the prefixes, morphemes and suffixes forming into a meaningful sentence.

The ceiling fan which I have been watching for past 20 minutes got invisible by the opaque body that is now occupied my body. I am not in a mood to worry about the ceiling fan which is making useless rotations. My eyes now switched their vision from ceiling fan to the other pair of eyes which turned to red. That redness is not caused due to the expansion of tiny blood vessels on the surface of the eyes. It is completely because of the burning of passion. I lost myself looking into those eyes like they are hypnotising me.

Slowly the face, the owner of those burning eyes, leaned onto my face and caught my lips with its two lips. Again, I am able to watch the ceiling fan which is still rotating, like to finish its task which has started when the switch, which is placed in a module mounted to the wall beside the king-sized bed, has turned on. I lost my vision over the fan again but this time not because either of those burning eyes or the opaque face. But because of my eyelids closed my round black eyeballs interrupting to see the ceiling fan.

I didn’t close my eyes to avoid looking at the ceiling fan. It is a complete involuntary action. This has happened because my nervous system bypassed all my conscious thoughts and skipped the thinking part of my brain. As a part of involuntary actions, my legs got widened to accommodate a heavy masculine figure between them. And surprisingly that heavy figure got lodged between my legs. A wand of flesh entered into me through my womanhood making me oblivious towards the things happening around me. My hands are not able to type the words because of that sweet invasion. All the letters I am typing are getting shattered. I wanted to let out a soft moan, but these transistors are not so programmed well to translate my moans. Also, my moans are muffled into another mouth which is anchored to my mouth and eating it.

Another involuntary action took place. My hands. They started moving onto the hips of the heavy masculine body. I think my nervous system got damaged. I don’t why it is preparing me to encourage the foreign invasion. That sceptre which had pierced my womanhood is getting out and my hands are stopping its exit. I know it is not exiting. I know it will pierce into me deeper this time. Still my hands are trying to pull to make that invasion deeper than it does.

The masculine body started its thrusts into me. Slowly I am feeling like the letters on the keys I am typing are disappearing leaving just keys on keyboard without labels. If you see any spelling it is not because of my unawareness of vocabulary. It is completely because my helplessness of identifying the specific keys to form meaningful words and sentences. The thrusts slowly got into pace that now I can’t dictate my words clearly to the transistors, the world which I got stuck.

Wkh vhqwhqfh brx duh uhdglqj qrz lv flskhuhg dqg qhhgv d vshflilf frgh wr ghflskhu lw.

The sentence is not mis-spelled. The transistors inside your gadget converted my words into another secret language. And they came with a solution to overcome this problem. The transistors are telling me through their charged electrons that each letter has shifted to 3 letters ahead. For example, W which becomes T when 3 got minus from it. So, the word Wkh turns into the word “The”. I am sorry for creating all this mess. It is all happening because of the foreign invasion into my womanhood.

First, it blurred my vision, I lost the count about the ceiling fan had made because of the blurriness it made. Then, my eyelids themselves closed my eyes. My legs got widened to accommodate that heavy masculine figure between them. My hands moved onto the hips of that heavy figure to encourage massive thrusts into my womanhood. Did you observe what those thrusts made again?

They made me to lose my mind into another world. I forgot I was thinking earlier. These thrusts broke the synapses and made them weaken. Those got disconnected from the circuits which created memories. That’s why my brain is not even trying to recollect the thoughts I had indulged at the beginning of this chapter.

That masculine body has covered the entire chapter as well as my entire body. My round, soft mounds are getting crushed by the flat chest of that body. Two hands moved down onto my thighs and widened them more to get the full access of my womanhood.

The thrusts became heavy and their pace got spiked. This spike is pushing me into another world. I don’t know how I am seeing this world with my eyes closed. I am in the world of pleasure, which I never want to come out of it. This world is so beautiful, and the thrusts are getting heavy and heavy. My ears are listening the sounds created by the collisions of our bare bodies. My moans got muffled into the other mouth. I can’t pull them back to make you hear how they sound. My hands on those hips are still signaling that my body wants more of those thrusts. I wanted to say “Faster, faster and don’t stop ramming”. But unable to say due to locked lips.

But this heavy masculine figure understood my intention and replied with accurately faster and heavier thrusts. I lost myself in those thrusts. That figure moved its hands down and widened my legs more and put them on its shoulders and getting more access to my womanhood. I opened my eyes and turned my head a little.

A purple-colored shirt and grey colored pant are hanged on the chair which is very near to the bed. A black color leather belt is still hooked to the belt loops of the pant. My salwar and kameez are invisible beneath those male clothes. The position our clothes are also much similar to our positions.

That figure released my lips which vented out a heavy gasp just after getting freedom and moved onto my soft mounds. My body is feeling sensations. Obviously, my hands moved into the hair of that figure to pull onto my mounds signalling to munch as per its wish. I feel like all the blood in my body is gushing towards my pelvis. A torrent of liquid entered into my womanhood, and I too feel I have released some torrents. Definitely both got mixed in that tunnel of my womanhood.

I feel like tired after releasing the torrents of liquid. Wait a minute, who is this masculine figure on top of me. This is not Vaibhav’s. Now the destroyed synapses started making their connections back into the circuit. Now I got remembered what I was thinking at the beginning of this chapter after looking at the ceiling fan rotating with the same magnitude.

“Right now, my mind likely has too many competing thoughts running at once like a fan, currently, rotating in front of my eyes. The ceiling fan rotating is making so many rotations per minute which is technically abbreviated to rpm. Still, it is not moving anywhere. It feels like I have got way too many mental tabs opened right now. It is completely normal to feel this way when life gets overwhelming. Let's hit refresh and close a few of those mental tabs together so that the feeling of being stressed will be reduced as the load on the brain getting reduced.”

I feel like stuck in this loop of pleasures. My mind constantly warning me about the consequences to be faced. Still the world of pleasures is pulling me back so that I can’t avoid this.

Now the letters are forming into word, words into sentence and sentences are grouping to form a paragraph to indicate the reader whoever is reading this chapter that this chapter is about to close now. The end of this chapter is waiting a few words away.

End of Chapter 1