He came from one of the well reputed MBA colleges in Mumbai and from the best of the lot. His name was Naveen Keshav, who hails from Bangalore and is ...bout 6 feet tall, he seemed a bit charming to me for being intellectually smart.At the beginning I didn’t give him that much interest, but when I started getting bored in the office and was irritated by my work. So I started hanging out with him. We started going to movies together, going to shopping, he showed me his college and even took me to. One can't suffer suchpleasure in silence. It went on forever, his thrusting and my bliss. I thoughtI would pass out. Suddenly my head was free and he grasped me by both hips, tight enough thatI knew his fingerprints would still be there in the morning. He was poundinginto me. I could sense his orgasm, there, just beyond his fingertips. I squeezedmy muscles around him, wanting to milk the cum from him. And with a grunt thatwas almost a shout he came. I could feel his cock spurting and pulsing. As we lay there catching our breath... he said to me that I should write a book. Now at first this caused me to laugh. But as we talked a bit more I became intrigued with the idea of commiting some of my adventures to writing. So after some thought, I decided it might be worth a lark. So here we go. I'll give it a shot and if I get good feedback, I'll continue. If not, nothing lost anyway. These stories will not be in any chronological order but rather just what I happen to recall or feel. I ripped her panties off and pushed a finger inside of her. She mooed. I lay half on top of her, kissing her as I fingered her pussy. "You gonna get serious, little man?" "Woman, you just condemned yourself to one cruel as hell screwing," I said. "Writing checks your dick can't cash," she laughed. That got me. I aimed, struck home, and drilled her with everything I had: hard, fast, and well maybe not so deep. But, no one could fault my enthusiasm. And, I did last. Her face took on a shocked.