We walked. A trail strewn with jagged splinters of rocks. Boulders splitting, at the mercy of penetrating heat and humidity. Lichens growing symbotically with algae like green tufts of body hair. I dutifully follow my guide, navigating over the treacherous crevasses. Occassionally, I kick a stray stone over the edge of the cliff we've been trailing. No splash heard. Cockle shells strewn on patches of white sand. "How the heck did the shells get here?!" I muse aloud. The silent man in front, turns around with eyebrows raised. His reverie disturbed by my idotic comment. "Nothing!". I shake my head at him as I haul myself up a boulder. It's smooth, rounded and sanded by scrambling hikers like us. But he waits for me at the top. "You were saying?". I smiled and said nothing again. He reached out, roughly grabbed my hand and impatiently pulled me to the top. "you're supposed to follow my steps, not scramble around, if you want, we'll turn back!". I pulled my hand back, electrocuted by the strength in his hand and the coarseness in his voice. A combination of surprise and annoyance. "Keep walking" I thrust out my chin at him in defiance.

Silently, he stared at me and without a word started walking ahead. I watched his back. The patch of sweat started at his mid spine, spreading steadily down his lower back. His backpack covered the upper half of his body. A trickle of sweat visible just below his nape at he reached over to maneuver around a jagged branch long dried. A skeleton hanging in defiance of life. Damn! I can see the lean muscles ripple. The wet T-shirt straining at the sheer force of the effort. I know, its the air. It's getting heady. A lethal combination of frigid gusts of spring breeze and the sun. A seduction akin to a series of hot showers and icy dips in the lakes of Sweden. I knew, he knew. I was watching.

"You go ahead!" he stepped aside. I hesitated. It was a taste of my own medicine. "Fine!' I lunged forward, my ponytail protesting at the sudden movement. He had not moved. He knew, I knew. He was watching. A patch of red spread across my cheeks. Teen years all over again. Awkwardly, I pulled myself on to a plateau. Breathless, all senses tingling. Heightened by the precarious height, penetrating scrutiny and a panorama of serrated rocks below. Silently, he came up and stood by me. I could smell a combination of sweat and cologne on him. So close was he. Again the same tingling sensation crawling down the ridges of my spine. His smell permeates the air. I close my eyes. With an effort, I rise. Slowly. My nerves a mass of high wire as wisps of long, stray hair brush his shoulders. My ponytail in awry as my muddled thoughts. A kiss. a kiss. Here. Now, sandwiched high, between the azure sky and blue Potomac! In trance, I rise to meet his perceptive gaze. Idiot! I head past him. Down the deceptive trail. Without a backward glance.

John, apologies accepted. ( Somehow, I think it qualifies me to speak for Chi-tara :p ) Hehe.

"what is so erotic in being a butler??? "
--> Everything. Not in your case though. "Deep" will burn you. LMAO. the twist in my words are rather subtle. Might wanna consider soliciting with your master for hindsight.

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

Somehow you succeeded from participating in cardinal sin.

Read: Somehow you succeeded to NOT participating in cardinal sin.

Hate these freakin typos.

Aba sano/nano bichar ta neglect garnai paryo ni.

My apologies John. I thought the butler usually did it! :P

Indi, mind your typos, I have tripped over mine enough times!

He knows, you know, now I do MC :)

Lol , another story from Mars.

It is so refreshing to read such magnificent writings in leisure hours.

sitara di:)
wo jo pakdee apka haat jiyara dhak ,dhak, dhak, dhak bole;)

What they really mean.....

"Lol , another story from Mars."
---> Buje ta mari jaam. :)

"It is so refreshing to read such magnificent writings in leisure hours."
--> I read once twice thrice. Damn, what is this about? My mind is refreshingly spining. Perhaps on weekend when I have a whole day to understand. Leisure hours.

"wo jo pakdee apka haat jiyara dhak ,dhak, dhak, dhak bole;)"
---> I wish 'indi' would hold me lyke tat." ;) (don't worry, ur wish would be granted :p)

" ध्यात जरीन n जोन गल्ट
गाह्रो हुन्छ वहकिने मन सम्हाल्न भाइ वहिनीहरुलाई अब । "
--> Damn can not concentrate now. It is getting 'interesting'.

"..but I am a great fan of sitara...would not even mind being her butler. "
---> Damn. She turns me ON both ways. Mentally and well... but.. umm I am M@#$%#D. Butler sounds more politically correct. LOL.

"Indi, mind your typos, I have tripped over mine enough times!"
--> I hope you would trip on me now. LOL.

No offence guys. It's all in jest.
IndisGuise:)

he he he ....wonderful comments for all from indi dai...but as usual in jest....great...he he he

Nivan, my favorite Martian, perhaps, I will learn your language someday! :)

Oys, my MC...Now you know. It doesn't make a difference does it? ;)

Ardent, thanks for squandering your time reading my monologue.

Ruina, sweety... I suppose, the idea of romance exists in the non-verbal hoina? At least for me, it does.

Indi, babe, if I tripped on you, you wouldn't survive my fall!

Ruina, sweety... I suppose, the idea of romance exists in the non-verbal hoina? At least for me, it does.>>>>>>>>>yup !
akhoo hi akhoo mein isshara ho gaya baithee baithee jinee ka sahara ho gayaaa:P

One night we decide to have a nice sleepover at her house. She'll be off to university soon and her parents are visiting family. I arrived at her door and rang the bell waiting for her. I've always had these deeply buried desires for her, but feel she's such a perfect angel I just can't touch.

She comes down the stairs looking radiant, her hair is down and she's wearing a knee length denim skirt and a quirky vest top. She can't possibly tell how much I wanted her but I smiled and walked in. We had a nice long chat and decided to get changed and put a video on. We got some choccies and a glass of wine each.

I sat on the couch and she sat just in front, her legs curled up and her nightee half way up her thighs. I can look down at her gorgeous thighs without her seeing and I lead my eyes up and down. The video is fairly weepy, tragic ending, the odd erotic moment. I can feel her breath a little deeply when the leading lady strips off but fail to take much notice.

When the video is over we take a bottle up to her room and sit on her bed. She lights some candles and incense, and make a joke of never getting to use it. We have a giggle and a couple more glasses until we feel a bit more uninhibited. Her breasts look so good under her loose pink nightee. I'm wearing a knee length gown and panties.

We start talking about out love life, lack of it, loneliness, jokes about men. We're on our 3rd or 4th glass and we start laughing a lot and she asks me if I'd ever tried it with a woman. I smiled and told her I was bisexual but was afraid to tell everyone. I realize what I've said and feel a little uncomfortable.

She places her glass down and smiles. She moves a little closer to me and places a hand on my hot thigh then leans her lips to my ear. As she talks her lips gently touch my ear. "I know." I take a deep intake of breath and feel my head lean back a little as she drags her lips along my jaw line, gently tracing it with a slight tongue. I close my eyes as I feel her breath on lips.

Her lips gently touch mine, reacting to such sensual sensation. Then they cup each other, holding on to each other so delicately but building strength. She gently drags her lips down a little and sucks on my lower lip, licking the smooth inner moisture. I drag my tongue along her upper lip tracing its heart shape. She pulls my lip between her lips wickedly and I make a soft laughing moan, as I feel more excited.

Then we are sucking, licking, delving, diving each others hidden sensuality. We both rise so we are leaning on our knees pressing our hot bodies against each other, thighs to thighs, belly to belly, breasts to breast. I slip my hands around her soft bum, and cup them, stroke them. I leave one hand stroking her butt with my fingertips and bring one up to her curved back, tracing up and down, zigzagging to increase the mounting excitement.

I can feel her part her lip and make a small crying sound, ah! Her hand searchs my front tracing up my thigh lap, and momentarily drifts through my tiny patch of hair. Her hand moves up and tickles my tummy and I giggle, exciting her. I move my lips away and lean my head back. She kisses above my breast in the V of my now loose dressing gown. We can feel the want of each other and she pushes me away teasingly.
We're both breathing hard and smiling. I lie back against the piled pillows and look up at her. Her gently lifts the gown off slowly, revealing her frank patch and trembling hips. She carries on up her flat stomach and along her fragile vase like waist until I can just see the under side of her perfect dove white breasts. She holds it for a minute as I breath heavy in anticipation. Then she completely takes it off and I silently gasp.

She stands like a vision. More perfect than any fantasy I could have. She walks slowly towards me, the candlelight flickering off like sparks. She gently sit with my legs between her open thighs for moments. Looking down at me, feeling so close. She leans forward and gently undoes the strap still keeping it closed. Then gently she unfolds me and I lay, completely honest and unashamed of my body.
....to be continued

Jareen,... you've overdozed on Mills& Boons! Disappointed by the overkill! :(

Mills & Boons???

They were simple love stories....never so provocative.

Looks like an excerpt from Playgirl.....if there are any exceprts at all. Never read one. "confessions of an erotic mind" as George Clooney would put it if I makes a new flick out of it.

John, some of them are pretty torrid. Would put James Hadley Chase to shame. The difference being, the scenes are inflated with love, action, drama, melodrama and ofcourse, a spark to set off any teen's frustrations.

But talking about any romantic scene, whether on film or print, I enjoy the sparseness of words.

Right,

I spent all my early childhood reading those...but this is porno madamoiselle.....not a passionate love story.

I'll take your word for it Galt. :)

Ani ani, I waiting for your anecdotes.

am* (of course, meaning new threads!)

well Sitara,

I have to take few tests this week followed by presentation....and my reseach is at stalemate.....well...umm...nevertheless I guess I will write a couple at the end of this week.

Kinda got addicted to this site....

and for your reply earlier.....bulter do not necessarily do it all the time.....you are mistaking an honest...naive...and innocent butler for a gigolo.

In jest (thanks to Indi)