Three stories, One heart

The DVD guy of Chameli Ghat

Chapter 2

   The claustrophobic semen fragrant room pushed him to the present. His trance of being in his sexual escapades was his only solution to moral happiness. His hunger however was for more. He satisfaction was always temporary and he longed for something real and undying. Looking at the stacks of DVDs he cursed his fate and wondered if few years down the line he would still be a DVD guy. The very thought made him wince in horror and in a sadistic rage he kicked the charpoy so hard that his toes yelled in soreness. For him, sex was an escape. He considered it as an art and was of the view that it was the only action that ended on a high note. 

   The whole inter wining of bodies mixed with the warmth created a mind boggling urge  to penetrate. It served as a catalyst for freedom. free from social anxieties, free from duties and free from any familiar burden. The mild tremor felt on the penis would bring shivers down the entire spine. The soft guilty moans of his  partner would remind him that perhaps he is wanted. He is still remembered and someone in this world does need him. His spouse would generally climax in a night full of turmoil. Considering climaxing a female is a herculean task, he would pat himself in pride whenever he achieved this feat. He often thought that his partners would fake the orgasms but the slow expulsed thrust of their vagina proved otherwise. 

    Anal sex was his favourite. During such opportunities, his partner would become completely submissive and like a slave would yearn for penetration. Knowing this he would deliberately play around the clitoris till he knew that there would be a possibility of orgasm. When he saw them at their climax it was like watching a goddess. Her hair would be completely flowy with pitch black long curls and would be tingling at his chest, her nipples would silently jerk in exhaustion and bellow out to the fullest and the face! My oh my. Her eyes would be closed and her breath would be heavy. 

    The mouth would sometimes utter a shrill and sometimes empty speech. Her hands would be caressing his chest and during the exact stroke would catch hold of him so tight that the contractions could be almost felt like that of a bubbling heart beat. Those precious moments would be spent on just gazing at such immaculate beauty. Once reality would strike, she would open her eyes and look straight at him. A faint smile would appear and her hands would pinch her clitoris to make sure if this is indeed real.