I was surrounded in darkness and I tried to feel my way, but there was no sense of direction, no point of reference, so I stopped and listened. At fir...t, there was only the sound of my breathing, the slow rasp of my breath in and out. I concentrated on it. The sound was all that I had to go by for a long time. Then I couldn’t hear it any more. That confused me, but it was a distant thought. After all, it wasn’t like I’d stopped breathing.As soon as the thought occurred to me, something else. I can’t imagine what I was saying to him. What I can say is that it was no easy task for him to keep his fingers inside me with all my gyrations. He finally bent over me while I was still very deep in the throes of my climax and kissed me deeply, temporarily silencing my loud mutterings. I welcomed him as if we were lifelong lovers, offering my tongue and accepting his. Deep down, I knew this was not good. This was great! He slowed, removing his fingers, and went back to sliding them up and. It was too personal, and I didn't know this guy, although he sounded interesting. I replied to him saying that unfortunately I wasn't the right person. He apologized.The day after, he wrote me another email saying that this time it wasn't a mistake, that email was meant to me. And this was the beginning, he started talking about his horses and I about my job and my hobby. In a few weeks we exchanged emails every day, weekends included, sometimes twice a day, talking about everything. I liked. Ami mone mone bhabte laglam je eabar ami ki korbo ar bhoy pete laglam eabar mou didi ebar amay bishon birokto korbe r khub jalabe. Amar amon dosha je palate parle bachi. Thokhon mone hochhilo mou didi ta bhison nongra o baze. Kichu poriye sunte pelam kaki maa r chole jabar sound. Ebar amar khub bhoy korchilo ar mou didi pasher chaire bose amay dekhy haschilo je no ami akta boka patha.Eibar suru holo ashol ghotonata, ami thokhon khub taratari khaoya complet kore tv roome dure lagalam jeno bhuter.