Who Is That Guy?

At last I board the bus with my three scintillating ladies. We were on our return journey from Udaipur, it was eight at night we messy beings just laid on our sleepers, shouting and disturbing the people around. While everyone else was cribbing, I noticed this calm guy beside me, having his face covered with a book having pink cover and yellow prints, entitle “The Desi Guide to Dating”.

I wanted to laugh out loud but I ignored. After a while our bus had a stopover where this calm guy rushed to washroom in not so calm manner.

Well I got to my business bought my classic mild and just lit it, he seemed to be cute, handsome, tall and decent all at the same time like a jackpot, and I chocked. Illusion in his eyes as he found me smoking was equivalently surprising for me and I thought I lost this handsome hunk as he may find my sober girls more interesting.

While he just boarded the bus back, but maybe I was disappointed with myself and fell asleep, next morning I woke up at my DE boarding station and found his sleeper to be all empty, raising my disappointment.

I made a wild attempt to find him by logging in my tinder, anticipating a person reading about dating must be waiting to get a match.

I left no possibility of not finding him and even changed my preference for men only from being bisexual, swiping left only whole day long, I couldn’t even keep the count of the men I rejected, feasting my eyes on the dating guide was all I was seeking for.

Unbelieving my efforts after two days and twelve hours, Bhavy 25, dating guide was holding a football in the second picture.

I straightaway went to his bio that read Sapiosexual, I found another weird thing about him after that book, “I like Gulab Jamun, and if you like it too then message me”. I looked at his beard and swiped right. Well it has to be a match and it began with a sweet Hey!

We were soon on our first date I guess I deliberately chose the most romantic place in Delhi, it was Hauz Khas Village I love the vibe of this place, after conversations over conversation, we realised our love for street food and head straight to it without delay.

It wasn’t at all a fancy date I was always inclined towards, No sexy dress, No pulling of chair, No red wine, though we skilfully replaced it with ‘vodka water balls’.

Soon we had a private moment where all I was expecting was at least a kiss, my lips were longing to meet his, we both were looking into each other’s eyes and soon the moment was over. I asked for a parting hug, as I wanted to smell him and it was musky.

With every date our hands started mingling with a peck at times and we finally confessed our liking, it was the time when accidently coming closer gives butterflies in your stomach.

I always had wild fantasies and as I was longing to explore my sexuality, losing my virginity, this romantic love was pissing me off.

I wanted him to push me on his bed, kiss me like he is equally turned on for me, I was not looking for love I was looking for his rage, and deep down my pussy was continuously calling for him.

I took the step forward and asked him to call me at his place, he was again hesitant like always but he still obeyed like always. I knew that he won’t be able to resist himself this day.

I too was nervous yet there was a sense of thrill deep inside me. We laid on his bed, going through some old photographs in his laptop though it wasn’t something I was there for and swiftly he turned “let’s click ours too”. I moved quite closer to him that he could feel my breasts, I opened my hair and was ready to get clicked.

He clicked us and very next moment he threw his phone on the other side and grabbed me, he kissed me as he was too longing for this, we removed the barrier of clothes, in fraction of seconds we both were naked, his penis was quite hard, we touched each other, kissed each other, he was far more tempting than I even thought, he kissed my neck, breasts, navel, as he reached my pussy I knew I want him deep inside my body, he licked my vagina, my clit, kissed my vertical lips, his fingers were inside me, he knew I am all wet and waiting for me and it was all over.

I was all curious and hating him at the same time for leaving me in the middle, first time in the past two months I had a doubt if he is sexually capable. I was courageous enough to ask him the reason behind this, as my unconscious was haunting me.

He broke his silence and told me “I am not having a condom”. The reasons for my hatred vanished away, and daringly threw him on the bed and whispered, “I want your uncovered flesh inside me”.

He caressed me tying my hair behind my ear spanking my ass hard. He blindfolded me, rubbing his hands all over me, placed an ice on my neck, taking it down to my breasts, and nipples in turns, crossing my ribs, to my navel and then my vagina, the cold water reached my vagina, Bhavy FUCK ME! And there he was between my legs, pulling them apart, I screamed out of pleasure, exploring my sexuality through the contractions, as we came together, and kissing intensely. He dressed me up like a doll and loved me by making me sit on his lap.

I realised my dating span was over, finally I am ready to own him as mine.