Lovemaking Between Friends: Only Passion, No Bondage

///Lovemaking Between Friends: Only Passion, No Bondage

Lovemaking Between Friends: Only Passion, No Bondage

Though it’s my own way of looking at things thus thoroughly subjective, I find a relationship so structured, so conform. There is a constant pressure to succumb to conformity. Thus Love is lost. 
 
Most of the times, in a relationship, under the motivation of becoming one, achieving oneness, we forget that all of us are independent individuals who have their unique way of dealing with the world. If I am loving my lover in this way he/she should also do in a similar way. There shouldn’t be any other way. And after sometime jealousy, suspicions, complaints enter and love is lost. 
 
So sexual experience with a spouse is more of conforming and thus becomes a routine wherein most of the cases, is just an act than a physical manifestation of love. In certain cases, if one is angry with his/her spouse it’s gets reflected in bed. Marriage is essentially a social institution where extended family members and society plays a dominant role. It’s not about the two people who tie the knot. The concept of ownership is there which is suffocating. There is no concept of novelty as well, both mentally and physically.
 
Being a sapiosexual myself, my obvious choice are men who are erudite. Men who are philosophical, I find their company so enriching and intellectually intriguing. And a decade back, I met one such man at our Journalism Institute, where we both enrolled ourselves to study the nuances of journalism.  We became friends soon as we connected over Urdu poetry and ghazals and later on a number of subjects, mostly intellectual kind. Being a trained Hindustani vocalist, he caught our attention. Needless to say, he was popular among girls. What attracted me was his fierce love for freedom of every kind.  His non-conformity too is so alluring. And nonconformity is something that is the basis of our relationship along with mutual trust and respect. Without mutual trust and respect, no relationship can survive and can endure the test of time. Being a through sapiosexual, intellectual connection is a must, a desire that creates a bond but not bondage. We are into this non-monogamous relation for almost 6 years. It all started when he suddenly planted a kiss on my lips and one thing led to another.
 

It’s been quite some time that we hadn’t met to make love. We do meet sporadically on social occasions at various places knowing well that the sight of one another will ignite our desires to merge. So when he called up one fine morning and said let’s meet over lunch date, I said yes. So post lunch we went to his flat. 

Once am in, he grabbed and started kissing me. It was wild and hungry. He peeled off whatever was on me and I couldn’t say a thing, giving in to his desire for me. I was not so ignited like him. But I know that he knows the art of completely setting me on fire. And yes I love the way he does that.

He started running his fingers all over me while kissing. My bosom big and heavy and round with smooth skin, nipples brown in colour in full bloom, my round buttocks that sway as I walk and every other curves as I shiver and give in to this pleasure. My smell made him go erotic as he started nibbling me. 

He placed me on the red velvet sofa and got down to his knees to tongue my nectar. It feels heavenly when he does it. Sucking it, licking every drop of it. Stroking my clitoris slowly and then fast as I moan. He did it for long as I lay on the sofa loving me in a way that nobody did, celebrating my being woman, respecting my body and it’s needs.

He then moved his way up my body, taking my now tout bosom in his mouth as he entered me. He lay on me for quite a long time as our breaths began to synchronize.

I feel so much emancipated in engaging myself in such a non-monogamous relationship. My other lover is aware of it. It has made me free, not conformed to stereotyped ideas and values. It has helped me to grow as a confident individual who takes pride in herself.  There is no place to please the other out of compulsion. Whatever is done happens for love and love alone.

For quite a long we remained like this, glued to each other, listening to the crest and fall of our breath with a promise of another such encounter.

By |2019-05-20T06:55:31+00:00January 28th, 2019|Orgasm, Women|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. Pooja Priyamvada January 29, 2019 at 5:44 am - Reply

    Well narrated

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