I had seen enough of euro/American porn and had been quite well versed with the physical characteristics of a woman. In my thought, I use to believe t...at Indian women, are never into porn, and they are all very well mannered in the society away from all this adult entertainment stuff, it was my understanding, that once anyone gets married is the only time, he or she gets to experience “Sex”.Anyways, as time went by, one day our of curious nature I searched something like “Indian sex” on the. It was theonly fantasy that allowed me to orgasm. Now that I was a woman, myfantasies blossomed within me. What I imagined before, I could nowtruly feel and what I was feeling was infinitely more pleasurable thanI'd ever dreamed. My thoughts, so focused on myself throughout the day,now turned outward to fuel my fantasy. I thought of Samantha with herlong golden hair and aquamarine green eyes that reminded me of atropical ocean. She was beautiful, five foot eight, fit, with slightlysmaller. She stood next to me as the fireworks shot into the night’s sky, launched from the end of the pier. The sky was full of fire but my eyes only knew of her. I had been taking pictures. Head down, breathing slowly, composing my shots. Then click of the shutter. Later she told me this is what first caught her attention. She winked. My heart stopped. My world stopped. In the words of Hendrix “this foxy little heart breaker” stood maybe 5’8, slim, late 20’s, eyes fierce with life and hunger. A Media. I though, did not sleep. Myspirit soared, searching for another friend and lover, my master'smother and found her in a hotel not far away. She had made up thisepisode so as to bring out her child's feelings into the open and had,she realised, succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. The cries she hadheard still echoed through her sleeping mind and her hands, even thoughshe was asleep, were clasping her body, one on the smoothly satined coneof a hard nippled breast and the other on the junction of.