The story that i am going to narrate today is my recent experience that i had with a girl working in Bangalore.I got her number through a friend of mi...ne and started sending her good morning and nice forwards every day. First few days her response was very rude but i kept sending her messages.One day she replied in a little positive tone. We kept texting and decided to meet on a Saturday. She also told me that she cannot return as she stays in PG and her PG owner won’t let her in if she is. Softly, with care and real tenderness."Are you okay with this? With me?" What do you mean?" Look," I said, "thank you for your concern about me, and about whetherI'm in any pain when you make love to me, and I know you ARE making loveto me, even while you're fucking me. You love it, and you love me. Youdon't have to say it out loud, but I know. And these changes I've beengoing through, and will continue to go through, I want them. I want themmore than you can ever know. This is me, this. She started teaching me from the book, and then happened the thing which I was waiting for. She saw my notebook’s last page. She took the notebook, looked at it for some time, and then kept it back.The next day, I again sketched some new sex positions continuing from the last pages of the notebook. Again she checked the homework and then looked at the back pages of the notebook, and she found some new sketches. She looked at that for some time and then returned the notebook. In this way, it. "What the fuck is going on? Who am I? Why am I here?" she murmured.There was a sofa and two lounge chairs adjacent to the coffee table andthe woman carefully picked her way between the body and the table and fellinto a chair. An expensive looking suit and a shirt and tie were drapedover the back of the other chair. She instinctively picked up the mentholcigarettes and lit one up.She studied the glowing tip of the cigarette."I guess I'm a Marlboro Menthol girl?" She giggled dementedly."But.