Tuesday, April 20, 2021

STRING OF LUST

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Wednesday night. Pratik looks at his watch- it’s 3:18 a.m., in the midst of a populated party hall, somewhere in central Kolkata, India. The ambiance was one of a kind, with an intoxicating smell that filled the room and adding more spice to it- very specifically engineered low power lights with a rushing gradient of colors. For the first time in his life, he is experiencing the luxury of being in the midst of a space specifically designed for total enjoyment and flowing with the overflowing rush of hormones. A disco with super bass propels the body to be in tune with the rhythm even more. Pratik found himself in the flow alone, in spite of being among hundreds. He is just in his mid-twenties, exploring a new horizon of human desires and compulsions. From childhood, he is mildly observant. Although totally in sync with the rhythm of the party’s music, he managed to keep his senses totally open to the wild experience. It’s been past midnight, but he is without a drink till now. After being with the flow for a few more minutes, he looked at the clock- it’s 3:23 a.m.

“Let’s have a drink now.”, he thought.

With a composed sense, he proceeded towards having a drink.

“Hi, can I have two shots please?”, he asked the one serving drinks.

“Sure, sir. Just in a moment.”

“Hello there! Nice meeting you…”, a very unfamiliar voice lured his attention. The moment he turned around, a beautiful lady at least a decade ahead of him in age smiled at him with a confident and optimistic eye.

“Eh… Aaa…. Do I know you...?”, Pratik was confused. He smiled in an uncomfortable way which showed that he is not used to responding in unexpected situations.

“Oh no! What’s the point in knowing? You’re so cute. I am feeling a great desire to have sex. I was searching for someone really to vibe with. Let’s go!”, the directness, straight to eye talk, and confidence in the lady left Pratik totally shocked for the moment as he struggled to understand the situation.


Before he could gain composure or react, the lady held his hand, and the aroma from her body seduced him so much that he couldn’t even think of resisting her. She then took him off the crowd of partying people out of the club. Just beside the club, there was a hotel- and she had the key to the first room on the ground floor. He gave in totally to her charm- he couldn’t even question her; the only thing he understood is that this foreign lady is on a vacation trip here, and is staying in this luxury hotel for a few nights. As India is, a few people on the road glared at them with an awkward stare as they entered the room. But the lady was absolutely cool and confident. On entering the room, which was average-sized with an attached bathroom, she pushed Pratik to the bed. He sat, and opened his shirt hurriedly. The lady opened her loosely tucked shirt quickly which revealed her finely toned figure, from the neck to the upper pelvis. Her skin tone was milky white and soft with several red rashes on the body. As she was about to get on Pratik, he stood up and held her hands. 


“What’s your name? Where are you from, beautiful lady?”, asked Pratik, with a slight tone of composure, reactionless.

“Ahh! Finally! I thought you were gonna unzip me. Anyway, Emily here from Norway”, she sat down on the bed. 


Pratik was still standing reactionless and staring at the well-built body of her which revealed a very erotic cleavage and a desire to be physically intimate. As he was staring at her breasts, Emily quickly took off her bra that revealed a pair of puffed nipples, erect and waiting to be touched and licked. His body had a rush of blood from bottom to top and he was getting excited. The upper body of both of them is naked now. After he looked for some time at her partially nude beauty, totally without resistance, suddenly pulled her off the bed and hugged her tight, so that his skin could totally feel her. Combing her hairs with fingers, he whispered gently in her ear, “Emily!”


Emily expected something else. For the first time, she stared at him into his eyes. His eyes reflected a bright aura, an aura of love, an aura of lustlessness, an aura of gentleness, and a glimpse that she couldn’t get over. She felt a great sense of respect, a sense of protectiveness, a sense of delight that suddenly made her tranquil, quenching her desire to have sex for the moment. It was nothing but that one glance at the protruding eyes of Pratik. Pratik smiled, took her into his arms, and slowly put her into the bed. Emily felt such grace and respect that she didn’t even bother to put on her clothes back. She smiled and kept looking into the magical eyes of Pratik. 


“You know Emily, Kolkata indeed is one of the most unique places in India.”, he said in a calm voice, looking into the eyes of Emily which showed scars of deep suffering from her past. Emily didn’t respond. She kept staring.


“Eyes can tell a lot of things, isn’t it?” asked Pratik again.

“....Maybe…” stumbled she while looking at him, thinking of how instantly the vibe of Pratik transformed her, from being insatiably lusty to being into a flow of love and an emotional release far more freeing than an orgasm.


He looked at the watch- it’s 3:38 a.m.


“Cling.. Cling..!” rang the doorbell. Emily got off from the bed to open the door while Pratik reminded her to wear the shirt. She blushed a little bit, wore it quickly, and opened the door- it was the room service boy with a bottle of the wine she ordered a while back. She took it and closed the door. As she kept the bottle on the table, both were in the midst of a long conversation that happened only with a glance, in the midst of a tranquil silence. Pratik was about to say something…


“Pratik… Pratik… Wake up…. It’s already 7:30… How much will you sleep? Wake up quickly...”, said his mother, who regularly wakes him up before 6:30 in the morning.

Pratik is half awake now. He is in the midst of the world of party club with Emily, and the world where he wakes up to, regularly.


He kept on thinking, “Which world is the real one-the world that crashes after a night or the world which crashes after a few decades?”








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