Slowly & slowly I started moving my fingers over her clit. Her whole body was now trembling with pleasure. She was in a state of complete ecstasy. The... my fingers were entering her cunt. First one, then two fingers into her cunt. My thumb started messing her clit. She was on peak of arousal. My action made her lose control of herself. My hand to reach to her boobs caressing & fondling them. She couldn’t handle it more and with a loud moan her pussy busted with juices. She was breathing heavily. I burst out laughing when I realized what it was. Earlier, I had written Swarna a personal coupon for a full body massage. I had wrote in it that she would need to bring the coupon in order to redeem her relaxing evening. She had printed it out! I could hardly believe my luck. Laughingly, I told her to remove her chudi and go lay on the bed. I tried to calm my shaking hands as I walked to the bedroom. There before me was an angel in my mind. She was stretched out on her stomach with no dress on. “I’m bored and I’ve had the worst day; tell me something funny/exciting/sexy,” she had messaged me one night.I had to think for a moment until I remembered a joke I had read a little while ago that ticked most of her boxes.“My ex-girlfriend used to have a nickname for my penis. She used to call it 'the firework.' Not because it lit up her evenings, but because she used to hold it at arm’s length after it went off in her face that one time.”This had been one of my favourite jokes but it depended. As I rose to the surface there was a sound. A sound like cat's claws gentlyscratching at a pond of still water and finding a xylophone underneath. Asound like the ocean, and the gentle collision of distant stars. I knewthat the word for the sound was guitar.And a voice said, I live cement. I hate this street. Give dirt to me. Ibite lament. This human form, where I was born, I now repent.Caribou.Confusion and disorientation. Nothing made sense about those words. I knewthat Caribou was a horned.