"why? I am not allowed to explore my sexual life just because I am a good woman."
I am karma. A smart, sensible and seductive woman. I am going to tell you all sexual fantasies I am able to fulfill.
"In a locked room I fucked 5 men and I have enjoye...
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I was at an office party that lasts until 1 am. Usually, this train station is relatively quiet at this hour. However, due to the holiday, it appears completely deserted. I briskly walk through the subway, making my way towards the platform to catch the 1:15 am train. Time is of the essence, and I am determined to reach my destination on time.
"What the hell!" I exclaim as I fall down onto my backside. In the dim light, a heavy shadow obscures his face, blending into the darkness. He leans down and extends his hand, saying, "Come on, hold my hand and get up."
I grasp his hand, pulling myself up to a standing position. "Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice. I nod, assuring him that I am fine. He glances at his watch and says, "I'm running late for the 1:15 train. What about you?"
I reply, "I think we should run then!"
We clutch each other's hands and hasten towards platform number 1, our laughter echoing through the empty station. In that moment, "Oh my god, is that our train?" I exclaim.
He looks and responds, "Yeah, it's already gone."
I let out a sigh and say, "The next train will arrive in 20 minutes."
He nods his head and becomes engrossed in a phone call. Slowly, he walks away, leaving me as the sole occupant of the vast platform. The atmosphere turns chilling, and to add to the ambiance, rain begins to descend.
The sound of raindrops gently tapping the roof, accompanied by distant thunder, fills the air. As I stand there, I find myself yearning for the warmth of a cup of tea in my hands. The situation triggers a fantasy in my mind - an intimate encounter with my partner on the platform bench, with the rain teasing and tantalizing us. It's as if the rain is playing a seductive game, reminding me of my single status and the absence of someone to hold onto in this passionate moment.
All of a sudden, I notice a shadow approaching me, and fear grips my heart. I instinctively reach for the pepper spray bottle in my purse, ready to defend myself at any sign of danger.
As the figure gets closer, I tense up, prepared for the worst. To my surprise, it's him again, the man I collided with earlier. My hand loosens its grip on the pepper spray bottle, realizing that it's just him.
"Here! Tea for you," he says, holding out two cups in his hand. I remain skeptical and hesitate to accept it. He smirks, understanding my wariness, and takes a seat at a reasonable distance from me on the bench.
"I should have done the same," he adds, placing the cup on the bench. He introduces himself, saying, "Hi! I am Giri."
I smile in return, replying, "Karma!"
He takes a sip of his tea before asking, "So, Karma, why are you late?"
I raise an eyebrow, slightly irritated by his assumption. why can't a woman be in a station late at night? I respond, "Actually, I'm Cinderella and the magic ended at 12, so there's no magic carriage to drive me back home."
He seems to understand the underlying tone and clarifies, "No, you seem fearful. That's why I asked."
I clear my throat and respond, "Well, if someone walks up to me with something that looks like a gun, I'm bound to feel a little fearful." Then I pick up the cup and take a sip, feeling a sense of relief. He passes me a warm smile and says, "In that case, I'm an architect, not a mafia king and I'm here for a few days." We take sip together and he quickly asks, "btw do you know how to book a cab at this hour?"
We take a sip together, enjoying the warmth of the tea. He quickly asks, "By the way, do you know how to book a cab at this hour?"
I inform him that the next train will be arriving in 5 minutes, so he doesn't have to worry about booking a cab. However, he surprises me by informing that the train will be delayed by an hour due to heavy rain. He suggests that I come with him to book a cab and reach home safely. Politely, I decline his offer, assuring him that I am fine waiting here. He respects my decision and takes his exit from the station.
Once again, I find myself alone on the platform, with the rain pouring down relentlessly. The chilling weather and the deserted platform remind me of a scene from a suspenseful movie named 'last wish'. After some time, a drenched couple passes by, kissing passionately as they make their way through the rain.
I wish for someone to appear and turn my fantasy into reality, a moment of passionate connection. As the thought lingers in my mind, I feel a presence behind me, a figure looming in close proximity. In a state of panic, I turn around only to realize it's a complete stranger. My heart races, and I frantically search for my pepper spray bottle, but I can't seem to find it. I desperately wish for Giri to come to my rescue, someone I trust and feel safe with.Without a second thought, I start running as fast as I can, the sound of footsteps grows closer, and fear consumes me. I sprint with all my might, my only goal to find Giri and seek refuge in his presence.Finally, I spot Giri ahead, and without hesitation, I throw myself into his arms, seeking solace and protection from the unknown danger behind me.
He look around and say the man gazing at us and then walk away. Giri asks, "you want me to do something for you."
I summon my courage and express my desire for him to hug me back. With a racing heart, I utter the words, "I want you to hug me too." He responds by gently patting my back twice, a gesture that brings a sense of warmth and comfort amidst the pouring rain. Both of us are drenched, our clothes sticking to our bodies.
Curiosity strikes me, and I ask, "Were you able to find a cab?" He tenderly caresses my back as he replies, "I almost managed to get a cab, but the driver refused to go to my location." I sympathize with his situation and inform him that the train will be arriving in 20 minutes, hoping to ease his concerns.
Feeling the urgency to find shelter, we hasten our steps and make our way to the nearest shed. As we walk down the subway, he reaches out and grabs my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, I can't deny the growing desire I feel for him, despite the circumstances and the cold surrounding us.
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As we arrive at the empty platform, he instinctively releases my hand. However, this time, I hold on tightly, not wanting to let go. Our eyes meet, and in that moment, I can sense that he understands my unspoken desire. I take a seat on the bench, pulling him with me to sit by my side.
He glances down, his gaze lingering on the way my clothes cling to my body, soaked from the rain. The intensity between us grows, fueled by the anticipation of what could unfold in this intimate moment.
I make eye contact with him, my gaze filled with desire, and I bite my lower lip ever so gently before uttering, "Where are you staying?" He replies, "It's byuk, 2 stations away."
As I glance down at my clothes, I realize that my colorful underwear is clearly visible. I quickly avert my gaze, feeling a moment of awkward silence between us.
To my surprise, he takes off his coat and covers me up, still holding onto the lapel. I look at him, and he draws me closer. I slide towards him in response, feeling our thighs collide. My hand instinctively reaches for his chest, and he leans in closer, whispering, "Don't you ever bite your lower lip like that."
I could feel my heart racing as our lips met, gently caressing and sharing warmth. His hands traveled up to my waist, applying a gentle pressure that sent shivers down my spine. The rhythm of his touch, combined with the intoxicating kiss, only made me crave him more.
With a subtle movement, he shifts my legs onto his lap, and I find myself almost sitting on his lap. He asks, "a tongue kiss?" I nod my head in agreement. His tongue delicately caresses my lips and makes its way into my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as we continue kissing, igniting a surge of pleasure within me. The sound of thunder roars in the background, I instinctively grasp onto his hair, while his hand explores the contours of my breast _ that amplifies the intensity of the moment.
Leaning back, I rested fully on the bench, giving myself completely to the moment. He attempted to scrunch up my wet dress, but it clung tightly to my body, making it a bit of a struggle.
He looks into my eyes and asks, "Karma, shall we do this?" I respond with a clear and resounding yes, fully consenting to the intimate connection we are about to share. He takes the necessary precautions, using a condom, and removes my thong.
He enters me, and his hands rest on the sides of my head while mine caress his back. As his thrusts become more intense, I dig my nails into his back, feeling a mixture of pleasure and desire. In a moment of passion, I slide my hand into his pants and onto his hip, further arousing him. He responds by kissing my neck, biting my shoulder, and gently sucking on my collarbone. The sensations drive me to an orgasm, but he continues, craving more.
He continues with slow, deliberate thrusts, his hand firmly cupping my breast. In between breaths, he expresses his desire for another round of pleasure, ""I want to do rough this time."
The soothing sound of rain accompanies his words, creating an enticing ambiance. Without hesitation, I give him my consent, urging him to indulge in his rough desires.
"I want you to go rough on me."
The intensity of our encounter grows as the friction between us intensifies, delivering a powerful sensation that hits my cervix with each thrust. My abdomen tightens in response, and I instinctively hold onto him, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure. His moans fill the air, punctuated by my name, "Karma!" I'm lost in the moment, urging him on with a fervent plea, "Giri, please don't stop."
I feel the heat building between our legs, but he desires more. Our lips connect in a kiss, and together we reach a orgasm. He showers me with gentle kisses, starting from my neck and making his way up to my cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Our eyes meet, conveying a shared sense of satisfaction and gratitude for the incredible moment we've experienced.
As we catch our breath, he guides me to sit beside him, resting our heads against each other. The empty platform around us fades into insignificance as we bask in the afterglow of our pleasure. The train, the onlookers, and the passing time become insignificant in comparison to the intense connection we've shared. The only tangible reminder of our encounter will be, the dampness between my legs, a constant reminder of the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy.
"Giri, you are a giver," I whisper, acknowledging his ability to bring me such profound pleasure after a long time.
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