Mere ek jhatke me lund poora andr ghus gya simmi ko dard hua lekin wo nisha ki chut apni jeebh se chodne me busy thi. Nisha ko mzaa to bhot aa rha tha...lekin wo mera jyada interest simmi me dekh ke jalne lgi thi. Aur usne bdla lene ki sochi. To wo mere pass aayi aur chut me se lund nikalke choosne lgi aur poora geela kr diya. Wahan ghodi bni simmi boli phle mujhe to chud lene de. To nisha boli thik h.Usne mera lund simmi ki gaand pe set kiya aur bola jor se dhakka maar. Simmi ko nhi pta tha.. “What do you mean?”, I replied.“sleeping with a girl, I could never do it, even for my husband.” My first thought was that you shouldn't do if for your husband. But my vagina was clenching and asking why she was asking now. We were tipsy in my spare bedroom surrounded by sex toys and porn on the lap top. Back in the day she had been the girl with all of the toys and active sex life, now a decade later she wants to see my goodies. She also wants to watch porn which is new because she has always. Vibrant. Alive. My heartstrings are attuned with a celestial harp. My universe is no longer composed of silent melodies. The strumming in my soul is powerful, strident, and evocative of my youth.Blessed be the ethereal beings who beget you for me. Transcendent, immortal, assured, I bathe in your spirit and I am reborn.”oo00ooI crafted those words in my diary the evening of the day I first saw you. It was a Friday business meeting; November in Minneapolis. We connected the moment our eyes met.. Then in a flash it was gone. All of it. There were no more words, no more images, no more dark thoughts of love and lust and the ultimate Domination. I had been a part of something special. I had come into my own. I had found where I belonged. I had sat in the middle of a garden of decadence and splendor. And then I lost my way. Stepped off the path for a brief moment and all was quiet. All the voices inside my head had ceased to exist and I had fallen. My broken and battered spirit carried me.