Writing Love series:
One hot summer day, to be precise, one Friday the thirteenth of August, at about a quarter to three in the afternoon, I fell in love.
Or was it about quarter to three in the morning?
All I can remember is that it was dark and I could not see who was sitting beside me. May be no one was, I don’t remember and I did not care. But the way the hand kept touching my leg was very sensual and exciting to me. At first it was hardly noticeable but the light touch got bolder and more aggressive and in no time it was touching me all along my upper thigh. Stroking and caressing me in a most loving manner. Soon it was touching me between my legs and that is when I could not take it any longer. I took the hand in mine. It was fleshy and hot. I took the hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it. I knew the smell. “Where have I smelt this scent before?” I wondered to myself. But I was too excited to think back. I wanted to live in the moment. I wanted to taste the flesh. I started to suck on every finger, rolling my excited tongue around each, making sure that I did not swallow the whole hand and choke to death.
I was deep into finger sucking when the door opened and flooded the room with light from the hallway, and there stood Maryam with a shocked face. “why are you sucking your own fingers like that?”, she asked me with a shaky voice. “I have just found out that I am totally in love with myself.” I heard myself say as tears of joy washed my cheeks.
Sadly, I had finally experienced true love!
