(Roamer- The Tale of a Casanova) My Chalice of Love- Spilled all over

I claimed to love her, more than one can ever love something or someone.
But now when the time has changed. I, who never was a man who would go all wrong to get a taste of sublime attention underlying my carcass, have now started admitting to the worldly affairs of adultery and cynicism. Thinking of a past life full of laughter and glee didn't hinder me from turning my back on it for a life where there is endless quest for love and hope.

Rocking on an arm chair sipping on a bottle of brewed malt, my gaze fixed upon my reflection on half closed glass door of the cupboard. Lost in that finitely distant gaze my vision was focussed infinity. The picture in that frame behind the section of glass posing my reflection brought back possibility of a million random memories that we could've had if she would stay back. My eyes started to burn my desperation of having an invincible gaze didn't allow me to close my eyes.

Smeared orange dawn light filtered through the window glass and my sight shifted towards the Bougainville creeped out over the window pane. Oblivious of what I felt a moment ago, I got up and started walking towards the window. Opening one, I leaned over the butterfly flying over it. Beautiful! I exclaimed a liitle aloud just so that I can hear it. For a life that seemed to be surrounded by gloom so much that a word of positive appreciation was like a boon drop of rain over famine soil.

I turned around to go back to my seat of ease just when the earth under me shook away. I was looking at my motionless, lifeless body with my eyes wide open and my hand held a the picture of the two us.

I could feel the goosebumps that even with my last breath, I didn't betray my words, I died loving you..

(Romaer- The tale of a Casanova) Caught in the Act!

The dawn grows in, a beginning of yet another day in his controversial secret life. Prabhanjan took the liberty of slipping into the shoes of his father and his soul getting corrupt of the secondary companionship he never sought he would love so much. Gets up of from his side of the bed, slips his foot into the pair of flip-flops resting on the matte wooden floor, straight onto his feet walks drowsily picking his night robe lying on the backrest of his rocking chair and heads the bathroom. She rolls over her side, intoxicated by the moments she had last night, puts her arm over her sleeping lover only to find he has gone. She smiles seductively at herself and smells his pillow. Had she known this man would be so easy to get she wouldn’t have missed all the opportunities back in the days being the mistress of the city Mayor.

The door opens up and Prabhanjan, the handsome with his sleek yet muscular physique stands infront of her with handle of silk blood red robe untied. She bites off her lips as if it developed a despicable layer of ecstasy over her. He slowly walked forward and she crawled up like the lioness on the prowl. She grabs unto him kisses him madly and checks on the right shoulder sore of a scratch from last night, bites it. He grabs her lock and brings her face back looking upwards. He bends over kisses her lusciously red and softer than melt lips, sucks them and suckles her breasts from over her pink see through night robe. She takes a leap on his arms and grabs him with her legs around his waist with the most intimate touches. He takes her over the table by the bed side and rubs it over her clitoris with his man-shaft and a scent of heat and lust takes over in the room. The morning light covers half naked Prabhanjan and Rushie, caught in a live act of selfless and purest of bond. They connect, they thrive and she takes the charge. Humping him from the front, riding his love-tool with her arms over his shoulder and legs wrapped around him.
 She reaches her first orgasm from the morning. She lost track as how many times they may have made love and how many times she must have reached climax. Yet, she couldn’t stop and had the hunger in her vagina. He tosses her on the bed, grows on her, kissing her love-hole and her sweet as honey skin dew. He suckles her breasts passionately grabbing and squeezing them with his firm hands and biting on and off on them. His hands slides down her hips and grabs one of her cheeks rubs her with his love-tool on her melting love-hole just to enter in her. The aroma, the aura of the entire room was hot by that time. If there is anything they could see beyond their gaze off each other was red dungeon, their love nest when all of a sudden they startled. They must have continued their love scene further but a ringer on the phone came as a disappointment.

Little did he know who was to be the voice on the other end, he picked it up said, “Hello!”

Unknown Voice : “Caught in the act, bastard!” (Phone disconnects and beep sounds)

Prabhanjan, perspiring with sweat from this unknown threat, picks up his robe and ties the handle in the front and rushes in the bathroom to get bathed and ready.

---To be Continued