Ek bar office mein toilet mein jaaker”( twice in the night, once in the shower in the morning and once in office, inside toilet) Sheela Didi wrote b...ack in 2-3 parts and this really shocked me, “abhi office mein?” I asked in curiosity, “toilet mein jaakar” (yes, in toilet) she wrote again, “haan, but office hour mein” I asked again, “haan control nahi ho raha tha kya karti” “wahin office mein kisi ke saath kar lo, koi bhi maan jaayega”( do it in the office with somebody, anybody will get ready). I almost reached the guest house where we were residing. Suddenly, I heard sweet voice of shoma, from the behind. I forget to tell, we had 3 female colleagues, and their house allotment was neighboring to mine. In fact, guest houses were not about to each other, but about 20 meters distant from each other. I found her Trying to open the door of their guest house. But the key has just fallen from her and lost in the grasses there. She was bit afraid to find out the keys as she had heard there. The need to gasp rose, an outlet for the rising euphoria. Younger, that deficit in confidence no longer mattered. Older, I tried to maintain the upper hand; instead, the compulsion to climax soared.A gasp stiffened into a cry, still Amy looked to me. The first cramp of muscle squeezed at the pressure inside. Another, it loosened, and each limb tightened. She did not fight as I rubbed my sex onto her face. The rush of release nurtured until it burst forth as noise and rising judders. A. It’s something I came up with when my last girlfriend asked me why I don’t write romantic poetry for her. Since I suck at poetry, this is what she got. (Yes, I have her permission to post it here.) That said, this story is actually quite sappy and there’s a ton of flowery language that I don’t ordinarily use. Otherwise, I’m happy with how it turned out and it’s a nice change of pace from my usual writings. ~~~~~ Sunlight streams in through the window, striking my face and rousing me from.