"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."
