(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