It was a usual Friday night like many others that Ashu invited me to her place as Ankita went for some party stuff. As I was on leave the entire week ... went over.Ashu’s flat is at the other end of the city so it takes a while to reach there, meanwhile, Ashu did called me several times as she had to leave for some office stuff & I couldn’t pickup her call as I was driving and by the time I reach her place she had already left. As always I used to have a spare key for the flat so I entered. Taking her finger out and running it up her belly, leaving a beautiful, shiny trail. He pulls her to him and traces it with his tongue, tasting her from her flesh. The mixture of her sweat and pussy are incredible. His cock throbs in his lap. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushes him back onto their soft bed. Climbing on top of him, she straddles his cock. His cock in her hand, she runs it along her lips and against her clit. Dipping it slightly into her awaiting hole. he breathes heavily. He had been so sweet. He replied telling her how he was looking for someone who could understand that he was in pain, and not ready to get hurt again. She knew. She knew very well what he meant since she was still in pain too. She told him about Jimmy, and he told her about Mary, the girl he was destined to marry, until she decided that she was not ready for such commitment. They talked about the emotions, stages as they called them. Pain, denial, hatred, and acceptance. They knew what had. I was worried it might be too erotic, but I'd let my Publisher tell me before I tried to tone it down. In less than seven weeks, I had the first ten chapters written — it usually took me two weeks a chapter but this story was a labor of love, lust and larceny.A title was slowly coming to me; it would be 'red' something. My nom de querre would be Phillip Roux, the last name a French derivative of the word Red. After spending far too much time on it, the title of the first book would be 'The.