It was a warm summer night in Santa Monica, and the night life was just beginning to bustle. We were three young bachelors, looking for the right place to have a good time. David told me about a lounge that was always busy called 31TEN, with good music and beautiful women galore. As soon as we walked in, David and Anthony recognized a couple of girls they knew from college, so we met up with them and exchanged names. The wooden floor absorbed and transmitted the heavy bass from my feet to the rest of my bones. Large decorative paintings and stylish objects were scattered sporadically, giving the ambiance a chic and cozy feel. The calm night breeze seeped into the lounge and conditioned the temperature perfectly, alleviating some of the body heat from the crowds. There were two sides to the bar, where small intermittent groups were mingling. A DJ was in the corner, where the vivacious and energetic flocked to dance the night away.
Author: bafaneh1
Ganges Goddess part 3.
A rough tongue licked me awake. My cozy slumber quickly faded as I realized my tigress was no longer by my side. Instead I found my friend with his hat atop his face peacefully napping a few meters away, and as I called his name, he jumped up and smiled. We tacitly returned to our escapade, only pausing to examine the local fauna and shrubbery. Sporadic beams of sunlight shot through the trees and made the morning dew glisten. The smell of fresh fruit filled my nostrils as we passed by some trees with ample amounts of fresh hanging mango and bananas. I could hear a faint echo of the primates and birds around me and a slight breeze cooling me as it evaporated the sweat on my body.
We looked around 360 degrees once we reached the top of the hills and saw a green sea of flowing leaves making the same noise as the ebb and flow of waves. The marvel sunk deep into my core as my friend and I pondered the grandiose panorama. In the corner of my periphery, I caught a glimpse of my tigress jogging towards a small fire. She seemed to be pouring buckets of water onto the fire, but to little avail. The fire quickly spread and caught everything around it ablaze. Thick black plumes of smoke permeated the air, blocking my view. I ushered my friend, and we jumped down and sprinted in that direction.
Ganges Goddess Parts 1 and 2
My childhood friend and I were venturing through the tropical border between India and Bangladesh, seeking the ever-flowing Ganges river amidst the sultry hot and humid climate. We happened upon a small town, where the locals wore minimal garments made of fine animal skin intertwined with green and yellow leaves. Each of them bore a specific responsibility and duty to their town, each equally vital in the thriving of their people.
We did not speak their language, other than a few words: water, food, and thank you. When I spoke to the village leader, I could see a beautiful young woman in the corner of my eye. She snickered at my accent, but in an adoring way; not judgmental. When the village leader was about to lead me to some food, his daughter intercepted me and led me another way. She quickly spoke something in Bangla, and with a disapproving eye, the leader reluctantly let her take me.
Ganges goddess
My childhood friend and I were venturing through the tropical border between India and Bangladesh, seeking the ever-flowing Ganges river amidst the sultry hot and humid climate. We happened upon a small town, where the locals wore minimal garments made of fine animal skin intertwined with green and yellow leaves. Each of them bore a specific responsibility and duty to their town, each equally vital in the thriving of their people.
We did not speak their language, other than a few words: water, food, and thank you. When I spoke to the village leader, I could see a beautiful young woman in the corner of my eye. She snickered at my accent, but in an adoring way; not judgmental. When the village leader was about to lead me to some food, his daughter intercepted me and led me another way. She quickly spoke something in Bangla, and with a disapproving eye, the leader reluctantly let her take me.
My friend was busy with the town’s kids, so I simply followed along the river with her to her humble abode. There, she pointed at her chest and spoke “Sumaia”. Reciprocatively, I answered “Bash” as I pointed to my chest. She smiled and went into her home and came out a minute later with a wonderful assortment of fruit, nuts, and chicken jerky. The fruits were foreign to me, and the juices flowed down my cheek each time I bit into them. She walked up to me, as I ravenously dug into the food, and wiped my cheek of the juice and licked her fingers.
I gazed into her deep eyes, tracing down her face and body with eyes – her voluptuous lips and breast, thin hourglass figure, and revealing loin skirt. I stepped forward, only an inch away at this point, when she grabbed my hand and placed it onto her heart. I could feel it beating slightly rapidly and I grinned with affection. I did not restrain my passion, and so instinctively my arms reached out and grabbed her and pressed her firmly against me – my manhood already engorged. Her eyes popped open with joyful amazement and then proceeded to lock lips with me, as the half eaten fruit tumbled down the hill and into the river.
We only stopped to walk further up the hill and away from the other villagers, laughing and tripping along the way. Once we reached a patch of soft greenery, I firmly laid her down as I removed my sweaty tanktop and shorts. As fast as the passion had come, so had I. With embarrassment, I flipped over, panting. She laughed, again in an adoring and not judgmental way, and I laughed, too. Once I caught my breath, I slid down lower and continued where I left off, using my tongue and finger in a harmonious and rhythmic pace that led her to climaxing almost as fast as I originally had.
Realizing we were gone too long, we hurried back so as to not arouse suspicion..
..to be continued.