A LUST STORY
I saw him during my walks every day. Sitting inside the shop, looking at me. He rekindled a lost passion in me, a yearning that I never knew existed before. I was married, had one of my own but as much as I felt guilty,
I unabashedly stared at his naked torso. Muscular, long limbs, dapper in his suit he looked absolutely yummy to this mummy. Each morning my legs took me beside the shop where I looked at him all over. His tinted glasses, Oh! those arms - what if they held me tight, that long body - I would love to be wrapped in it, I wanted to ride him in a way that I had never done before, touch those scintillating peaks , those vales and those places I have never gone before. I concede honestly, my lust for him has traversed all boundaries.
It's orgasmic just to think of our amalgamation. That night, my mind wandered towards him yet again and his muscular body seemed to tease me. I envisioned everything clearly , the images were flashing in front of my eyes and I was sweating profusely . It was time to come out clean I thought. I had seen him look at me in passion too. It seemed we were meant to be together. The universe was giving me signals to go ahead and make him mine. But first, I had to confess at home about my sin, my wavering thoughts and my decision.
Well, I didn't sleep that night. As dawn broke and the sky turned amber with the twilight hues, I saw my husband coming down the stairs for his morning coffee. This was it! I had to emprise him about everything. Such feelings of lust cannot be cooped up for long, lest it transforms into a ravenous vulture devouring all fragments of a honest marriage. I had decided . Today was the day, I wanted to embrace my sin.I handed him the coffee and looked him in the eye - " I want to talk to you about something, I want to confess, so please listen to me with an open mind".
The poor guy was bewildered, after all it wasn't everyday that his wife of seventeen years makes a better breaking news than the local newspapers do."Go, on, " he said .I cleared my throat, prayed to the Almighty and started, "Well, I have been seeing him in the shop for many a day and I have developed tremendous feelings towards him.
I think he has reciprocated my feelings also. We are meant to be together. Can you help us unite? "He was quiet, as if hit by thunder. He thought for a while and then said, " Get dressed, we are leaving. "I chose a red dress for this beautiful rendezvous. My husband looked sauve too in his outfit. Just perfect to seal the deal. With that we walked hand in hand to the showroom and finally I made peace with my sin and lent wings to my passion, conquered the one whom I wanted to ride and explore a multitude of places, my very own HARLEY DAVIDSON - a bike like no other! Hope you liked my blog. I am a huge buff of motorbikes although I am the proud owner of a humble Scooty, it's my desire to ride atop a Davidson once at least in my lifetime. As much as I love cars, my thrill and the lust for bikes is unparalleled. This gave rise to my first blog in this series. Do let me know about your fetishes and lusts too.
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