I am not a writer, so my story will in simple words however, I will try to make it little spicy. I reside in pune and I am a fitness freak person. I u...ed to go for jogging every morning. When I used to come back, one school bus stop was nearby to my house.Whenever I had been pass through from there, I used to see one aunty who used to come to drop her kid. We always see each other and she used to smile seeing me. We never had spoken to each other; even we didn’t knew each other. But, her smile. If there was a heaven, that was it. I felt nervousness float out through the top of my head, for gazing into her eyes gave me strength to move on, (It’s rather cheesy, but it’s how I felt). I just wanted to scoop her up into my arms and have my way her, right there on the kitchen table. But, I knew it wasn’t the proper thing to do, so I controlled my desire. Before I spoke again, she was rising to her feet. Her eyes never left mine, and it was as if she floated across the linoleum floor, to. I have done without a man my entire life, hoping to find the man of my dreams. You - Dear Friend - have more than fulfilled those dreams, and now, you will have to pay the price for bringing me here to finally become the hot-blooded woman I was born to be - and to answer my calling as an Independent Doctor of Womens Health....”Fuck me good, Josey. One day, you and I will deliver our baby. Then - and only then - will my life be complete.”“Very nicely put, Clara ... Now - for the next week or so,. I feel it turn in your hand, the wooden knob warm against myquivering flesh. My knees become weak. I brace myself against yourshoulders."Dan?"I try to whisper once more, but the word dies silently in my throat...desperation unanswered.And then I hear the instrument of my torment thud heavily to the carpetbeneath my quaking form. Relieved, I begin to pull away."No," you rasp, your voice heavy with need. "Not yet. Are you wet?"My lips move incoherently, but words fail me. I'm helpless.