Our previous relationships - It was another rainy evening in Bangalore

It was just another rainy evening in Bangalore. And just another rainy night for my heart. I met this guy couple of months back at a house party, and immediately we felt a connection and ended up having multiple sessions in bed, but you can’t build castles of hopes without few storms. We just fell apart and thought of moving away from each other. What we learnt from our previous relationships was to give a proper closure and final goodbyes before heading for a new start.



I grabbed my old trolley bag and started going to dresses I have saved for special occasions. I smiled the moment I saw something he would have loved. I wore a white lacey sheer bra with watching thongs and black leather skirt and with nothing but a coat. My 5-inch feels were complimenting my dress so well. I touched my neck, and I was able to feel the bites he left, and it brought a smile to my face. I put on smokey eyes with red lipstick, red enough to talk sufficiently to remind you of blood rushing through different parts of his body.



As I made my way outside the house, I was able to feel eyes on me and a wicked smile on my face new what I wanted. It was a 20-minute cab journey to his place. My heart started pounding as I entered the elevator I took a deep breath and applied perfume again. The lift stopped at 3rd floor, and a man came inside the lift and kept looking at me till I left. I rang his door bell; I was able to hear foot steps, and there he was, the could have been the man of my dreams leaving me alone. I entered his place and before he could say something I grabbed his collar and took him to the room.

I like the step up of room we use to share. It was simple, a french window which lets winds in, a corner filled with books and a picture of us together and a bed which was about to get all distorted I asked him to go ahead and locked his room. The balloons from his birthday were still lying on the floor, I smiled and connected my phone to his speaker. I had handcuffs in my hand, and the very idea of doing things with him was turning me on.

The song Fetish by Selena Gomez was playing and with every word out session keep getting intense. Before he could say something, I put my finger to his lips and took my quote off and pushed him on the bed and took off his shirt and asked him to stay quiet. I took revenge of every single mark he left on my body by giving him another one, and I was able to feel his hard on, on my ass. I smiled and took off my skirt and kept rubbing him and teasing him, watching him go all helpless.



To add to it, I put handcuffs on him; I knew if he gets out of it I will be in trouble but maybe I wanted that trouble I was waiting for something dirty to happen to me, and that helped me. I took his boxers off and sat on him and tied my hair up and he knew what was coming next for him, and I was able to see a grin on his face. We have done this so many times but still feels the same every time.

I went down on him and touched every inch of his tool with my tongue and gobbled the whole thing in; it makes me wonder how can small mouth of mine take so much in when it comes to him. My warm tongue on his salty tool and his restless legs I was able to see how much he was going to miss. The moans with in, the way he grabbed my hair the way he was helpless in all forms. I kept looking at him while blowing him and I gave him a relief after some time and took down handcuffs, and he whispered in my year, ‘Now let me bid you final goodbyes.’



He bent me on the bed and took my thongs off, he was able to feel the wetness, and he started inserting his thick finger inside me, and I kept moaning, but that was not the end it triggered him into putting another one in followed my another one. He kept fingered me till I hit an orgasm I fell on the bed, as I was trying to catch breath he got on top of me and grabbed a condom.



‘You think the show is over?’ He said, and before I could react anything he started fucking me hard, pinching my nipples and slapping my breasts to red he grabbed me by my hair and kept fucking me, watching me and asking me to look right into his eyes and next second he flipped me, I was dripped wet. He grabbed a towel and cleaned me off and started again; I was dry and crazy horny it barely took me a minute to be wet all over again. Once he was done, we both cleaned ourselves and went back to bed.

‘With tomorrow’s sun we are strangers’ I asked and turned to the other side and asked myself, ‘Will I be able to get over the sinful memories I’m committing with him right now?’ I smiled and slept.

Each end is a brand new beginning. I got up in the morning, and I collected every possible item that brought us together.

“Heartbroken?” My best friend message

“My place tonight?” Another message I received.

I smiled and replied to my best friend, “Never in this life.”


People like you always want back the love they pushed aside

But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye