An Untold Story

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. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

“Oh yeah…c’mon…” he grunted again. Sweat glistening on his bare back making it almost shine in the harsh summer sunlight. The room had no curtains & let the sun stream in. She observed the dust particles twinkling in that ray of light which softly touched his shoulders. She could see the muscles on his arms harden, his biceps bulging out invitingly. She touched them softly & murmured “go slow...” He looked deep into her eyes “Don’t worry I will...” his voice was husky, almost breathless & she loved the music in it. She looked on as he moved, rhythmically, every movement of his, every soft grunt making her more aware of herself, of her desires.

“There, almost done…you do know how to operate that cylinder right? Anything else you need, just knock on my door…” Sahil, her new neighbour smiled as he left her apartment. She’d moved in yesterday & had no gas connection yet. Being a Samaritan, Sahil had immediately offered his spare one & managed to roll it all the way from his kitchen to hers.

She looked at his door & sighed. Her fantasy, she hoped would not just remain an untold story.

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