Love Or Delusions

Two black eyes were following me since the party started. At several moments I tried to escape from his alluring eyes; his gesture was enigmatic. But this time my eyes couldn't forbid me to look into those alluring black eyes. My blue eyes met with his deep black eyes. His eyes were more black than the night. Tranquility of his eyes had been holding a storm of feelings; I could see a blaze of desires flaming inside those eyes. I was occupied by his gaze, abruptly I felt ice cold fingers on my naked back; meanwhile those black eyes were a few inches away from my eyes. Those were not ordinary eyes, they were magical and tempting, they had a power to possess anybody. I was out of my control, whatever they were indicating, I was following the same. I and him were on the dance floor, even though I was his puppet and he was my master, I was enjoying every bit of it. His arms were wrapped around my waist and the act of squeezing was raising the temperature of my body. I pushed myself towards him, and could feel the Warmness of his chest beneath the shirt. Burning desires were craving for more, again his hands played a trick and ran over every bare surface on my body. With every dance move he was adding fuel to the fire, his sensuous touch over thighs and lifting up my truffled skirt was magnifying my lust of wanting him. His lips came close to mine, and touched them slightly; it made me insane. With another move I felt his hardness against my softness. In the eagerness I grabbed him and placed my hands over his chest. Unbuttoned his shirt from upper half and left my lipstick marks all over his bare chest. When density of lust was on its peak, he left my hand, I tried to catch him, but he was gone. In a fraction of minutes he vanished into the crowd, I was burning inside- outside. With anxiety, I looked around the whole club, but he was nowhere. My thirst remained Unquenched. With heavy heart, I dragged myself towards the parking area, where my car was parked. A bottle of beer was no use. There was mixed feeling of got looted and rejected. My blazing desires, warmness of breath, moaning of pleasure; was looted for unquenchable thirst, and perhaps I was rejected, might be it was hard to explain any reason behind it.

It was 3:00 A.M and I was still mourning in the parking. Past Night was like a dream that can never be fulfilled. Finally, I drove home, and I saw something scribbled on car's window with red color. When I tried to read it with focus, it was written the venue and time for today. I was shocked and happy at the same moment, perhaps it was written by him. But it was terrifying too if it wasn't he. Sleep flew away from my eyes, I was just wondering about him, If I was rejected by him then why he wanted to meet me again, if not then he should had talked about our meeting at club. It was so messed up. Why would he try to be so mysterious? Although It was irritating me, thought of his soft touches and hardness amazed me. At the given time I arrived at the given venue. It was not grand Hotel, but a small cottage near the lake. It was freaking beautiful. Amidst of the lake, a pair of swan was busy in making love. Infront of the cottage there were two trees, their branches were tied into heart shape, and a table with two chairs was placed within that heart. Everything was so romantic about this place, but I was searching for those two black eyes.

And there was he, in black tuxedo, he was looking more mysterious in black tuxedo with his black eyes. And I wore a blue backless gown with side slit open and the whole gown was attached to single string. He was a complete gentleman, we sat on chairs and didn't exchange any word for a moment. Finally he broke the ice with a cunning smile and praised the weather out there. I was little disappointed, was expecting few words for my hot looks. Our lips were opening to drank wine only. But our eyes were stuck on each other. They didn't leave each other for any moment. Wine was helping us to lead the way, my hand touched his hand. I squeezed his hand very softly. I felt his toe caressing my leg and going forward to explore the treasure between the legs. My heart was pounding, and he stopped. He was looking into my eyes without a blink. Now I knew he was tempting lust inside me. I got up and without looking at him, I walked into the cottage. He was following me. This time I was the master. Again he grabbed me from behind and began pouring his love on my back. His lips on my spine drove me crazy, I turn around and exchanged warm breath him. His hands were doing their job very perfectly. He was great player of this game; whereas I was immature but desirous to be perfect. I left my mark on his lower lip. After few minutes we were curled up with each other. Now I could feel him over me. There was nothing between our bodies. There was no other noise in this cottage. I could hear only our moans and noise of storm of feelings with his every stroke. Whenever I shut my eyes off, I was feeling a touch of divinity, I had never felt this. But this was amazing, thirst of my lips was quenched. Both of my lips were moaning with pleasure. We had repeated it in various ways till the midnight.

I woke up nauseous in the next morning. And I was alone in the cottage. I dressed up myself and came to my house. Again he was gone but with a note.

[ to be continued.... ]