Love And Lust

Youth is an age of experimentation whereby you take the extra mile to taste forbidden fruits notwithstanding the price you have to pay for your deeds. Without further ado, let me come straight to the crux of the matter at hand whereby in my youthfulness, where the sky was the limit, I could not help but cross the barrier of forbid dance to taste the love and the lust of my life then. I was around 20 years old then (now am 30) and living in New Delhi in a posh location pursuing my higher studies. The hullabaloo amid the tedious hostel life somehow took a toll on my mind and body. I felt that I needed to let out steam to regain sanity and vitality. Should I just let my hair down in the nearest discotheque? Should I get into an intimate relationship with someone special with whom I could see eye to eye with and with whom I can make the bed shake, for the first time, with love, lust, and pure vigour? Or should I just quit and return home high and dry?

These were some of the ideas which floated in my mind but I knew that I had to choose from one of them In the end and i decided to embark upon an intimate relationship (again on an experimental basis), and see whether there is any light at the end of the deep tunnel. So the search began, the hunt for the special someone. I knew it would be difficult, but impossible? Nay! After weeks of hunting, I came across Sheetal (name changed) who was very much part of the same institution from where I was pursuing my studies. She was a year junior to me, but I wouldn’t have cared less for I was on a mission to let out steam.

Coming to Sheetal she was an amazing young girl then young (at 19 years then) fair tall (about 5′ 3′ at that time compared to 5’4′ of mine), her hair till her shoulders, slim and trim (but not as lean as a toothpick), sexy bust and lusty ass, and her eyes were the most mesmerising of them all – big, bold and beautiful. And her eyes did most of the talking! Yes, she was intelligent too and had a very caring heart. Her attitude was so positive and that was something I admired in her.

When the target has been set the hunter was just required to pull off the trigger it was college week and various activities were on Sheetal, I could see, was full of energy and she participated in most of the events with great enthusiasm. Cool girl! It was then that I decided to either make or break. It was now or never. I decided to go for the kill and make the girl of dreams mine and mine alone! It was a challenge, but no challenge could be bigger than the man!

It was the grand finale of the college week and in the afternoon and i was in the college canteen unaccompanied when she walked in alone The other chairs were all occupied with other students, and if Sheetal had come to take a sip of coffee or to munch on a hot dog, there was no way that she could squeeze into other’s domain. It was only within my domain that she could make space, if she wanted to, of course! She was mind blowing, from head to toe! The fair lady was in her black mini skirt, tight sleeveless white top, black heels, inviting makeup and a serene face, a face which I can still recall with nostalgia till this day.

Beauty is to feel and not to touch and a thing of beauty is joy forever “Excuse me?” A sweet voice came from behin and i faintly heard the mesmerising voice as my mind was already occupied with the spellbinding Sheetal. Again the hypnotising voice was heard. “Excuse me, please?” This time I finally realised that the dream girl was standing next to me! Was it a dream? It wasn’t! “Yes?” I replied, with a gaping mouth (I could have looked like an idiot from outer space). “If you don’t mind, can I occupy this vacant chair here as I can’t find one in this room?” Sheetal mesmerizingly asked. “Of course you can! And i don’t have a mind to mind Miss…?” I answered. “Sheetal!” she replied. “Oh! And I am Sam (name changed).”

She smiled and I quickly reciprocated she was sipping cappuccino and munching a hot dog while I was whiling time on a black coffee her lips were small and pink, and every time she took a bite of the hot dog, I was imagining that she was biting my dick, which was already hard and erect, and sipping my fluids. Being the first time with the dream girl, I did not want to show how eager I was to get her communicate with me. I had to suppress my hunger, for desperation could lead to something avoidable. And the fruit of patience is always sweet! “So, what are you up to Sheetal? How has the college week been for you?”

I experimentally asked to thaw the ice that was uncomfortably developing in between the sipping and the munching “Well, nothing much Sam and am here to enjoy today’s show as there will be music and dance at the end of the formal programmer. The week has been great, and I have won some prizes as well. How about yours?” she sweetly replied. “Oh! It’s wonderful to hear that from you! Congratulations! For me, the week has been unremarkable although I was there for a few of the events. And of course, I didn’t win any prizes unlike you, versatile lady!” I quickly answered. “Thank you Sam, but you should have put in more effort to emerge as a winner,” she said with a smile in her own majestic way. “Well, I think I should have met you before.

You would have definitely encouraged me to take the extra mile but better late than never right, Miss?” I said. “Come on! You are kidding me! You have friends with you, and I think they must have encouraged you. But I feel you are too lazy!” she replied with a big smile. I was quite surprised with her boldness, but I was also happy that she was enjoying our conversation. I shifted gear and asked about her studies, her location et al. She replied them all. And she asked me the same questions, and I answered them too. To be continued in case you want. Mail me at: ([email protected])