Today was our first iftari. I took mat to dynasty. I left early, around 6:15 PM to check our table and wait for him. Mat joined me soon enough. He was in no mood to reach around 7:00 PM, our reservation time. We chatted avidly waiting for the fast to break. Our table was straight ahead from the entrance, huddled in a corner. The ambience was lovely and serene; the decor of crimson and purple, He and I and then us. I was too excited to eat much. I just love....Mat.
I know I ate superficially. We finished our iftar at 7:30 and rushed out for a ciggarette. There he was right beside me, gray lacoste, jeans and gray boots and lots of stubble. I noticed a samosa crumb on the corner of the right-hand side collar of his shirt. Resting carelessly! I wanted to flick it off lovingly, but I was too engrossed in our discussion. We had our buffet dinner, going for two rounds and then the final one was dessert. He told me to go for different desserts so we could enjoy each others variety. We finished at around 8:30 PM, walking across the parking to Mat's car. As always whenever,I sit alone with him, a nervousness engulfs me. We headed out on the parliament avenue, driving through the large expanse. An expanse I would never want to end. As we turned around towards Margallah, he started getting naughty and I started caving in to it. It is a constant battle for me; my desire of his intimacy and the traditional inhibition. I didnt put up much resistance this time for I didnt want to. His left hand gradually traced around my right leg, feeling around getting closer to my treasure spot. I could feel ripples through me. He finally took my right-hand and traced it along him. It was electrifying, the closeness, the expectation of thrill and excitement. As he continued playing, I kept feeling him or prying him off, confused whether to give in and engulf him or resist the temptation. i got closer to his face and he kissed me on my right cheek. After that it became difficult to resist at all. I let him be as he traced his hand upward straight where it drives me the craziest, squeezing my thigh and letting out a loud gasp of burning desire. I could feel the response in me driving me crazy. Even now, as I write this account, I can feel the magic of his fingers tracing alone me and shooting me to immeasurable ecstacy.
I know I ate superficially. We finished our iftar at 7:30 and rushed out for a ciggarette. There he was right beside me, gray lacoste, jeans and gray boots and lots of stubble. I noticed a samosa crumb on the corner of the right-hand side collar of his shirt. Resting carelessly! I wanted to flick it off lovingly, but I was too engrossed in our discussion. We had our buffet dinner, going for two rounds and then the final one was dessert. He told me to go for different desserts so we could enjoy each others variety. We finished at around 8:30 PM, walking across the parking to Mat's car. As always whenever,I sit alone with him, a nervousness engulfs me. We headed out on the parliament avenue, driving through the large expanse. An expanse I would never want to end. As we turned around towards Margallah, he started getting naughty and I started caving in to it. It is a constant battle for me; my desire of his intimacy and the traditional inhibition. I didnt put up much resistance this time for I didnt want to. His left hand gradually traced around my right leg, feeling around getting closer to my treasure spot. I could feel ripples through me. He finally took my right-hand and traced it along him. It was electrifying, the closeness, the expectation of thrill and excitement. As he continued playing, I kept feeling him or prying him off, confused whether to give in and engulf him or resist the temptation. i got closer to his face and he kissed me on my right cheek. After that it became difficult to resist at all. I let him be as he traced his hand upward straight where it drives me the craziest, squeezing my thigh and letting out a loud gasp of burning desire. I could feel the response in me driving me crazy. Even now, as I write this account, I can feel the magic of his fingers tracing alone me and shooting me to immeasurable ecstacy.
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