Pehle jab hum dono kabi milte the to hum uske kamre mein baithte the to mai uske kamre mein jaane laga to usne ishaara kiya ki nhi udhar nhi aaj dusre...kamre mein.Jab mai dusre kamre mein ghusa to maine dekha k purea kamra suhagrat k kamre ki tarah saja hua hai har jagah candles ar bed par roses. Ye dekhte hi maine usse pucha ye sab mere liye hai kya to usne kaha ar nahi to kya. Bas itna sunne ki der thi maine usse bed par patak diya ar khud uske upar ang se ang milakar let gaya mere man mein to. I used my hands to make myself come on my own pretending you were doing it to me. Since then I have done it again. It works but it is nothing like as good as doing it with you for real or even doing it with you on the phone.”On one Wednesday, just before one o’clock, I felt like a bite to eat and decided to try a cafeteria I had noticed but not been into. As I approached it I met a woman coming out who looked strangely familiar. We stopped and looked at each other curiously for a few seconds. Wo puri tarah sex k nashe mei aagayi thi wo mujhe wild kiss karne lagi mai unk gown ko upper kark unk chut pe hath legaya aur panty k upper se masalne laga wo madhosh hone lagi aur moan karne lagi aahh ahh hmmm plsss no plsss . Fir maine unhe utha kar sofe pe leta diya aur unka gown uttar diya unhone bra nahi phni thi aur kiss karne laga boobs press karte hue aur wo sirf aaaaahhh hmmm aahhh ooihhhh kar rahi thiUnhone meri tshirt utari aurr jeans bhi aur mere lund ko sehlane lagi meri chest pe. Satisfied, she rinsed off the last of the foam and packed away her toiletries. Drying herself, she slipped on the simple shift and barefoot, headed back to her cell. As she entered, she glanced towards the empty bed opposite hers in the small stone room. Empty now these last three years, along with the corresponding space in her heart. She prayed every day for her return, yet the bed lay empty. Taunting her with its occupant’s absence. Memories rose from where they were locked. Her body.