Again

I arrived at the office early, and no one was there yet, not even you. I sit down and patiently wait for you to arrive, to meet everyone and shake hands. Today, I plan to grab your hand and hold it just a little longer. I smile at my own mischievousness and wonder how would you feel about it.

I plug in my earphones and this song plays

and as the tunes play, I get lost in the lyrics

Kaash yun ho Aankhein jo kholoon paas tu ho
Moond loon jo Naina to mera khaab tu ho

and with the lyrics, I miss you, your face, your lips. I’ve been longing to kiss you, looking at your lips, parted while you eat, while you speak. Although I’m shy with everyone around, I want to keep watching you a little longer, my wildest desires are already with you—kissing you, biting you, tying you, and loving you all night in my dreams.

I think about last night when I moved my hand over my lips, imagining being kissed by you. My fingers glide down my neck, over my collarbones, and to my breasts. I wonder how it would feel to have your hands hold me, to feel your lips on mine, on my ears, neck, and breasts, to have you breathing on me, kissing me, and pull me closer.

I want to resist, but you pull me nearer and harder, not letting me leave your embrace. Your hands move down my back as our bodies cling to each other. I feel your tongue over my mouth. My hands find their way into your hair, and I push you back onto the bed. You sit there, staring at me with your dark brown eyes and so in love. I move towards you and cup your face in my hands, unbuttoning your shirt. I dream about how you would look without it. As I open each button, you pull me closer, keeping your head between my breasts, feeling my heartbeat. I kiss you, sitting on your lap, looking down into your brown eyes. You hold my arms, and we roll into bed. I want you inside me. I have been longing to share my bed with you, to savor and devour you here.

I often dream of seeing you naked in shower, watching water droplets slide down your chest. I am so attracted to you, and it is a lustful desire. I want to find you alone and do intimate the things I have been waiting to do. I want to push you against the wall and kiss you until you can’t breathe, making you moan, making you want more. I want to hear your pleasure-filled noises. I gulp a breath as I see you walking past me in the office as if you can already read what is going on in my mind. We share a smile, oh your smile.

I move away from sight and pretend to work, but I am not working. I am always observing you, scrutinizing every outfit you wear. Today, you are wearing something black under your shirt, and I just want to rip it apart and inhale your fragrance.

I imagine us being bare under a blanket, lying on your chest, moving your hands over me while you hold me close. As I imagine these things, I can’t breathe. I yearn for your closeness, wanting and longing for your touch. I crave that personal, private moment where no one can see us, where there are no boundaries, no inhibitions—just you and me on this wild ride. I want to feel every inch of you, gasping and breathing in your warmth.

I don’t know if I am ready to explore it all, but my desires are increasing day by day. I wait for your touch, affection, love, and care. Maybe I am already in love with you and can do nothing about it. I wish in another lifetime, we may find each other, for each other and then may be we can be together for a eternity.

My trail of thoughts come to end, as song ends and I am looking at the pictures I clicked of you, and no wonder you stole my heart long time back and maybe you don’t know it yet.

I remember the drunk night with you, where you were irresistible and I could not control how I feel about you, your eyes, your love filled eyes and how I wanted to be with you and didn’t wish for the night to end, and dance it away in your arms, in your warmth and let you touch me, and touch you, to tell you how much I yearn for you, to thank you for showing me that love never grows old, love has no limitations and love has no boundaries.

I love you,

Until we meet next or until I kiss you.

Author: Onesha

She is the funny one! Has flair for drama, loves to write when happy! You might hate her first story, but maybe you’ll like the next. She is the master of words, but believes actions speak louder than words. 1sha Rastogi, founder of 1shablog.com.

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