by Niranjan Jha
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories. In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. The person who tries to live alone does not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favoring the passions, destroying reasons, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible. The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness of love. Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each includes the other; each is enriched by the other.
Feeling the unveiling radiation of her beauty I was being gravitated towards the firmament of solacing twilight. Her sterling quality with amazing eloquence was inordinate enough to have me transgress all the limits to get her in my life.
“Some people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambition.” –Christopher Columbus
Chapter Twelve
“Boredom compels one to indulge in curiosity, and out of curiosity comes everything.” –Steve Jobs
That was all that had happened in the fourth week of the month since she was coming. Seeing her best at learning, she was designated as a computer trainer. I let one week pass, and then created the file in the system to let her read. With thoughts soaring in sky and desire flying in Utopia, I was too fervent to take her in my arms.
Feeling cheerful from within, reminiscing words of flying colors I had written, she stepped down for home. And I, devoid of any fracas, and hiding her from every skirmish, felt the longing for her hand-touch to cosset my heart.
The next day when she came, griped by feel of love, as she chose her place beside, the things got going…
‘Click on the start button Ameena,’ I said.
She didn’t respond anything.
‘What happened? Are you ok?’ I asked.
I asked her with soft tone placing my left hand on her shoulder. Her breathing was getting faster. Though mine was also getting fast, but I was trying to control. It was the beginning of July and the sunshine had made the weather very hot. In the afternoon, people in the neighboring houses were sleeping. One student, who used to learn computer with her, did not come that day. She was sitting alone in the computer room. I decided to sit closed to her, but when I placed my chair, it went too closed. One chair joined with another, and my left thigh got in touch with the entire right part of her thigh. Every inch of my body was getting thrilled with her touch. With mind spinning at the fasted speed, and heartbeat growing to go to the top, I was submerging with my entire physical sensitivity into her.
I thought to ask her whether she was feeling comfortable to operate the system, but I didn’t try because I already knew the reason, and so, pretending to be unknown could have lowered my dignity. Her silence made me sure that she wouldn’t be able to do anything in that mental state. I looked at her dotingly while keeping my hand still on her shoulder. I was just thinking whether she would allow me go ahead or stop, and if she allows, how far would I be able to go?
Not word was coming out of her mouth. With eyes closed, holding the mouse in hand, she was just breathing. Knowing what was happening in her, I turned my eyes to see the movement being caused by her fast breathing. Between the two arms, the pulsating heaves of her bosom were looking like the waves of ocean, and her lips enriched with sublime beauty were appearing like the petals of a flower. I pretended a little and tried to help her move the device on the table. It didn’t work. Then I put my right hand on her mouse-holding hand. Now she felt a gust of sensation in her entire physical phenomenon. Her eyes flickered, the hand moved, the mouse slipped out, and grabbing my hand and she fell down on my shoulder.
The air started humming music into my ears and the sunshine giving brightness to my emotion. An agile sensitivity was warming up to make me bring her closer and closer. The touch of her face to my cheek, her breast to my chest, and her flesh to my flesh, was drowning me deep into ecstasy. An unfelt feeling with unimagined reality was softly evoking my manly instinct. I hadn’t been so closed to a feminine beauty before and believing that love can be so blissful was making me happier and happier. Each moment was bringing a new sensation and every sensation was bringing a new desperation to which the entire life was less to fulfill. To love, I sensed more meaningful than any meaning!
Twenty year old, tall, voluptuous, beautiful, multifarious, and flamboyant Ameena was lying on my shoulder. It was more wonderful than any wonder I could ever imagine. I took her in my arms and then heaved up to embrace. I tried to comfort her but didn’t know how. I called her by her name to make sure she can hear but she was still not responding anything. Her body was shivering from top to bottom. I waited a minute but there was no change. She was squeezing me hard.
Lifting her face up, I put a soft kiss on her lips. I felt so good, so soul-soothing, and thirst-quenching that I kissed her again, and then again.
I bent down to take her hand to my lips. Now she opened her eyes and looked at me with the gimps of solemn submission. When I looked back, her lips twisted in the longing of love. With the mouth open, and tongue a little out, she leaned down and put her lips on my cheek. I let out a low, soft moan, as my hand went to the back of her hip. She ran her tongue up licking the corner of my lips. I urged her head down; she lowered her full lips around my face. Her undulating caress was making me breathe heavily, and so, I gripped her hair and started licking her cheeks. The sensation made her eyes roll back into her head, and a moan came from her lips. I tore my mouth away from hers and kissed a path down her neck, licking her collar bone, slowly moving downwards. She arched her back and tangled her fingers into my hair, keeping her head anchored in place as she let out a little whimper of pleasure. An amazing and terrific feeling of joy - really essential to human life!
The force was so enormous that one step was leading another and there was no point to stop at, just dipping down into ocean. Five minutes had passed. And then for a second, I stopped and thought that was enough for the first day. I moved a little away and let her relax for some time. I brought a glass of water for her; she drank and felt a little comfortable to go home.
Though I was committed to managing everything with panache and raising oomph factor to my profession, yet in the night, sleeping on the crash-pad was jerking me down into dystopia without her. Feeling forlorn, before meeting Ameena, I had made my presence at many knocking shops (brothels) and fondled many erring sisters (prostitutes), but came back without getting erected on them. When first time it happened, I was shocked and not able to perceive whether I was a man. But later on I realized that I was in the need of a true love to bolster my fortitude and shore up idiosyncrasy. And Ameena was the only woman for that stand.
The duck looks smooth and calm on the top of water, but under that there is restless pedaling. Nothing is worth without struggling in real life. The ninety percent happiness of human life depends upon the nuptial tie. And that’s why marriage is given so much importance in human society, and so it is full of risks as well.
“Make your target so great that you shouldn’t get time to waste.” –Anonymous
Chapter Thirteen
“Learning without thought is labor lost; thought without learning is perilous.” –Confucius
When going gets tough, the tough gets going. In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear for failure. There are not great people in this world, only great challenges which ordinary people rise to meet. You should try to get what
you like; otherwise, you will be forced to like what you get.
Yes… the last sentence I repeated in my mind when I woke up the next day. While leaving for home, in the answer of my last question, she had told that she would come next day as well. I got into putting things at right place so that it should not look messy, as I was sure today was the day to start with love and get into love-making. After getting the morning routine-work done, I began to wait. She was the one who was going to make my life complete. It was the time of acid-test to my patience. While waiting since half an hour before the promised time, I was moving here and there. She came at two p.m.
‘Sit here please.’
‘Why so? Is there anything special today?’
‘Nothing, just like that, I want to talk to you.’
‘OK, tell me.’
I knew her nature, and in fact, I knew the nature of fair sex that they hesitate in taking initiative. This time, she was not sitting on the chair but the five benches that were placed together. Leaving no space in between, I sat besides her to observe her acceptance at point.
At times, life brings you on a path that could be full of dirt and you would not like your feet to land in, but the facts stated in the introductory lesson keep on reminding you that you cannot pass your life soaring in the air. The enormity of difficulties comes up with such a mocking face that the people are left on the brink of despair exemplifying their own defeat. Their senses are sealed to make any decision and they are swallowed into the mouth of colossal milieu.
Now before I continue, I would like to say that we both were in true love and I have no intention to degrade the love for my popularity. Today also, after ten years, when I remember the days I passed with Ameena, I feel happy, and that happiness adds and keeps on adding values to my life. She was true to me and I respect her today also. Writing about her in this chapter is definitely a little outgoing, but yes; you are requested to not consider it in vulgar sense. As this novel is a story of my real life, excluding this chapter of love-making would make it incomplete. This is the reason I continue with this…
Blessed with ideal beauty, obliging nature and logical intellect, I felt her portrayed in my front as a heavenly enticement. The time was well equipped to give us no hindrance to start kissing. As her quivering lips touched mine, with the sizzling sensation piercing in hearts, I inserted my tongue into her mouth. Within a minute, the kisses tuned wild hallucinating both of us to have cockpit crunch. She drew me a little more closely and wetting around the cheeks began to suck my lips. It was giving me a terrific feel encouraging me to associate with her more and more. I put my lips on her throat and then down below the cleavage. She was getting overwhelmed with joy. I wanted to go a little more down, so I put her top off and started kissing. A mesmerizing and exhilarating touch of her breasts was surpassing all the bliss I had ever felt in my life.
The domino effect was dominating my novice mind giving un-alcoholic delirium tremens when I saw her bosom bumping out of the brassiere. With the licit, legitimate and longing desire, I put my hand to feel the soothing touch of the flesh. The sleek, silken and smoothly enigmatic shape inside her bra spurred my phenomena. I supported her with my hand to lie down, and looking at her appealing figure I slipped down to her bottom. My mirage-burnt heart desired more and more, and so, I was placing kisses at every inch of her body – from boob to belly-button, from throat to thighs – almost everywhere. And finally, there came a moment of pause when I reached her G spot. My hand, as it reached down her floss, it felt a soft touch of her labia majora while creeping through her pubic symphysis. From the back, I was still able to see her butt crack intoxicating me to have action gagnée. Her entire physic crammed up with impulses was enticing me to go more ferocious with her. I was at the pre-penetrating feel of ecstasy and orgasm viewing her dazzling beauty with rampant drive of sex within.
Seeing no instinct of objection on her face, I unbuttoned her jeans, and within seconds, she was lying in carpet in her innerwear. From toe to forehead, she was so gorgeous that I could not leave any part of her body un-kissed, un-licked or un-sucked. In no time, the remaining two pieces of her clothes were also removed. She was there in her full nudity and I was seeing her complete beautifulness. My kisses on her sensitive spot were still rolling!
I pressed her against the wall so that she could bear the pressure of my body. With my tongue getting closer to her soaking vagina, and finger reaching over the sensitive clit, I had a bite on her buttock. Responding back to my raunchiness, she moved her hands to grip my shoulders as both of her legs were wrapped around my chest encouraging me to go deep in oral stimulation. I knelt over placing my knees on the either side of her legs, and then, bent down and inserted my entire oral longevity into her pudendum.
I asked, ‘How does it make you feel?’
She smiled, sighed, and said, ‘Good!’
The sensitivity soared to take both of us into its gallop. The deeper I was inserting, the more eager I was growing. After giving her a complete cunnilingus, I moved up and with the tips of my left-hand’s fingers brushed her breasts and on the way back down I did again, closer to her hard nipples this time. With the right hand, I was rubbing her hips along her panty line and getting closer to her butt. We were engulfed by rumpus of fire within. The erupting tornadoes – the bursting volcanoes!
It was continued for twenty five minutes. Then I asked her a question… the question that a true lover asks at that point of time. I had no aggressiveness to reach the final destination without her consent. So the words I spoke into her ear were…
‘Shall I?’
‘No, not today,’ she replied.
‘Ok, no issues. Not today,’ I said.
I had a great respect for her and I was very careful that no foul from end should spoil that. I helped her put her clothes on and sit at ease on the chair. Within a few minutes she got normal, then we had some snacks and she left for home.
Who does not respect other is abandoned to his pride and insolence. The beginning of the period was coinciding in such a way that I could have been evasively persistent with her but I was aware to not hankering after any wretched ideas.
Even putting best effort to dealing with the situation, I was unknown to the fact that I was to be left with no option rather than seeing the mockery of whodunit and getting embroiled to the desertion of sympathy. The womb of futurity was conceiving plausible deception to throw me exasperated into heathen ignominy.
“If you win you need not explain. But if lose you should not be there to explain.” –Hitler
Chapter Fourteen
“Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.” –Emerson
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake because glory consists not in never falling, but rising every time we fall, and so, experience is the name of calamity we overcome. A person's success isn't measured by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.
When I slept that night, I realized that nocturnal emission or self pollute cannot cure the frustration blue-ball, and for that, a female partner was the need of life. While on the one hand I was in daydream of living life of Darby and Joan, I was examining my dexterity to face challenges on the other. She attended the computer class that day and waited until all the students left. We had lunch in the afternoon and got into talking. But soon we realized that we wanted something else. She submitted herself appreciating my patience of the previous day, and then… she didn’t stop me from reaching till the end. A complete fulfillment of thirst I experienced with her that day. Her co-operation in physical association was marvelous.
It started the moment we got closed to embrace. We had already stopped talking, and I put my hand on her waist to pull. Leaning forward and reaching up behind herself she began to fumble with the small clasp on the back of her bra. She took a shuddering sobbing breath as she struggled with the clasp. Breathing a little easier she slid the straps off her shoulders and then drew the garment do
wn her arms and off. She turned and tossed it over with the rest of her clothes on the desk. Straightening her back as she jammed her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini cut panties, she paused to take a breath and then shoved them down. She leaned forward at her waist as she worked her panties down past her knees and then carefully balanced on one foot and then the other so she could remove the garment.
I saw the wet patch soaking around her private organ. She was lying on the towel totally naked underneath me. My hands moved back to the tops of her vaginal cheeks and slid right them down this time. Then my hands slid down to the tops of her thighs. I pushed her legs a little further apart so that I was able to see her privatory. She didn’t say anything and neither did I. I reached my mouth there to kiss and have cunnilingus. The moment I took my mouth to that point, she started moaning with extreme thrust. The more I was rubbing her sensitive organ, the more her moan was raised. I was sucking her so vehemently that her vulva was completely wet with my saliva. Leaving it to dry for the moment, I moved to her rear end, and reached my tongue to her ort licking from bulbous buttock.
