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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hello,
'KeralaErotica' is an interesting sharing platform and one must
compliment and thank our hosts. Here's sharing an intimate memorable
experience. I'm a happily freelancing, and the work has some 'risks'
of dealing with the unexpected. The 'risks' though can be delightful !
This happened when I had gone to interview a very well-known Hindi
movie heroine (now married) and of course, to
protect her privacy, cannot reveal her name. The interview was
scheduled at 8.00 pm and we met in a well-known film studio in
suburban Mumbai while she was on the sets. We talked in English
between takes of an elaborate dance sequence.
I could see she had more than just professional interest in me, when
she often licked her lips during the conversation, gave me alluring
smiles, and thrice stooped down to show her breasts (she was already
wearing a cleavage baring-top for a dance number).
"You should be in the movies, yourself," she suddenly said. "You are
tall and good looking and soft spoken." I'm quite happy with my
writing, I replied, surprised, but thanks for your nice words. She
then said, "why don't we go to my changing room and talk and after
this is done. It's quieter there." I agreed. 10 minutes later the
director called for pack-up and we went to her changing room in the
next building. There, she asked her personal assistant Maya to stand
outside her door and not let anyone in as she would be busy.
We started the interview again, with her mopping herself with a face
napkin. "It's very hot, would you like something to drink?" she asked.
Sure, I said, anything. "I have something very different for you to
drink, would you like that?" she asked. " I don't drink alcohol, but
anything else is fine," I said, expecting her to call out to her
assistant to bring us some soft drinks.
But she smiled and pulled her chair closer to mine. "I have a problem
with my breasts, my nipples," she said to my astonishment. "Can you
help me?" I looked at her famous breasts which I had seen covered in
so many photos and magazine covers, they were full, ripe, round and
she seemed aroused. She was breathing hard, but blushing. "Well, as
I'm not yet married, but there seems to be milk in my breasts. As
everyone knows, I don't have a steady boyfriend yet," she said not
looking at me. I was stunned, but getting aroused.
Next, she pulled down the right side of her shining, yellow top and
took her right breast out. She cupped it with both hands, then licked
a finger and rubbed the wet finger on her large, pink-brown nipple. I
needed no further invitation. I bent down and took the nipple in my
mouth and sucked. She moaned and kissed my neck hard and licked my
neck and sucked my ear lobes while holding my head down close to her
breast. I suckled, squeezing her breast and she was right. A jet of
her milk shot into my mouth, very sweet, warm milk. This is how nectar
tastes, I thought and suckled her gently but intensely, sometimes
nibbling her nipple. She was moaning and making erotic sounds, but not
too loud. She had pulled the top fully down, and had spread her legs
wide, the short skirt she had been wearing for the shooting riding up
to her hips, and taken off her black panty.
While I was guzzling her delicious breast milk, she was rubbing her
clitoris. Then, she lifted my head, kissed me on the lips, pushed her
tongue into my mouth and tasted her own breast milk. I bent down
again, sucked a mouthful of her warm, delicious milk and passed it to
her mouth. She drank, smiled and kissed me on my lips intensely.
My finger too had strayed down to her very wet and dripping vagina and
probing her inner petals. Her eyes were raised to the ceiling like in
a trance, some white drops of her own milk in the corner of her mouth.
She reached out for my trouser zipper and pulled out my very hard,
erect penis and rubbed its pink head. "May I suck it," she asked, and
without waiting for any reply she was sucking my penis like a girl
enjoying a lollipop.
I still wanted more of her milk, so I carried her to the nearby sofa
and lay her down. But she wanted the more active role in our
love-making, got up and turned her back, showed me her naked behind
and bent down. I gasped. I could see her beautiful, large vulva, the
full-vaginal lips and her clean, pink-brown anus between her spread
ass cheeks. The pink vaginal lips were shining with her secret fluids.
"Taste me," she whispered. I held her cheeks wide wide and licked her
vagina from behind, and tasted the thick, musky, unique-fragrant fluid
flowing out of her heated vagina. She was biting her lip and
shuddering with pleasure and her big breasts were rocking to and fro
as they dangled like ripe papayas down her chest. I reached out cupped
her left breast and fondled it.
I then turned her around and she bent down and offered her breasts
again with her hand."Please drink it all," she whispered. I sucked her
nipples one by one for the next fifteen mintues, until there was no
milk in her breasts that had now become softer. I think I must have
drunk a litre or more of her breast milk, the best tasting and perhaps
most nourishing - drink I had ever in my life!
We did not have intercourse as there was no condom, but that was no
problem. She had orgasm twice and she licked, sucked and masturbated
my penis to climax twice. I believe sex is a gentle, creative act, a
physical and mental sharing between a man and woman who share a good
personal chemistry between them. There was a soft knock on the door
and both of us got dressed. She said "come in" and her assistant
enquired if she should order anything for us to eat. The assistant
obviously knew what her mistress had been doing, as she could have
heard her, but her face was impassive. "I'm full," I said and smiled.
The actress too smiled, she looked more like a happy, satisfied school
girl than as a very famous heroine. "Maybe we will meet again," I
said, "thanks for the interview and everything. You are a wonderful
person." She pressed something into my hand, it was her wet, black
panty. "A souvenir," she smiled shyly. We did not meet again, these
things happen without being planned.
But of course, a few other experiences happened nexpectedly with some
wonderful girls and ladies who knew how to physically share with
warmth, intensity and with mutual respect. Even the act of adult
breast feeding has much warmth and oneness to it, and adult breast
feeding friendship groups are popular in the West. After all, human
milk is best for humans, isn't it?! I look forward to more
interesting interviews, and hearing from interesting girls and ladies,
particularly in Mumbai, ladies who believe love-making is much more
than just a mechanical physical action. Would love to hear from you
girls and ladies, at sharing.light@gmail.com
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