AN “FANTASY” DATE
– A Spicy Love Story
“virginal” writing from a novice…
This story is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, a fantasy, just for fun and humor, no offence meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
AN “FANTASY” DATE – A Spicy Love Story by Vikram Karve
– Sundar had been a Casanova even when we were in college – 10 years ago.
– 10 years ago – when we were in college – Sundar always entertained us with mind-blowing stories of his amorous romantic adventures – and – we all listened to him with rapt attention and vicarious awe – lapping up each word with juicy envy.
– then worked overseas – at various places round the world – for a few years – and he had recently returned to take up a top executive position in a prestigious firm.
“prima donna” of our class – handsome, smart, successful – he was everything that I was not.
– the gents were huddled around the bar enjoying their drinks – while the ladies sat together gossiping on the lawn.
– so I excused myself – and I walked towards the lawn where the ladies were sitting.
“Hello...” I heard a feminine voice behind me.
I turned around.
The feminine voice belonged to a beautiful lady.
– and had worn it low – accentuating the curves of her well-proportioned derriere – and enhancing the sex appeal of her smooth stomach, adorned with a perfect navel.
– and – after that evening – every time I made love to my wife – I fantasized about Menaka.
– but common friends always talked of Sundar’s high-falutin boasts of his promiscuous lifestyle – and conversations always pulsated with blurred but knowing rumours of the sex orgies going on in his house.
– one evening – I happened to pass by Sundar’s house.
– I decided to pay him a visit.
– I noticed that she had been drinking too.
– probably to her bedroom.
– she looked so ravishing – that I was convinced that she had titivated for me.
– and she looked into my eyes in such a sensual way that I got the silent message.
– she screamed in pain.
– I thought to myself:
“Appearances are deceptive – things are not always what they seem...”