Amazing people who make me go on n on n on:)

20 December, 2009

The Love Letter of a Complete A$@#$%@!


Dear Love,
You have always wanted me to write a love letter to you and so I thought that having travelled so far on the road of togetherness, you deserve one now baby!

Today as I write, I remember the first time we had met!
That bookshop where I first caught you unawares, in that spotless white kurti and chudidaar...the cloth clinging seductively to your curves and just see-through enough to make me visualize the lack of it on your perfect body...Your pink cheeks blushing against the pastel hues of the attire...I remember how your duppatta played flirtingly with your shoulders, as you would place it firmly there but within the next moment, it would bounce down baring a hint of you perfect cleavage...You would shyly pick it up...look around if anyone’s noticed or not...and get back to work on the books...

Your curly black tresses would wantonly spread over your petite back but leaving enough scope to view the milk white skin just before the neck of the kurti took over...A lock would hang beckoningly on your forehead, trapping all men in sight with the urge to come over and run their fingers over your flawless face and put it aside...oh the whiff of it was all grappling! You would pensively bite the edge of your lower lip, touched with a dash of glimmering lipper, as u pondered over in your mind which book to pick up.

I watched it all...with a desire burning within me to pull off that duppatta and to bare those shoulders and be able to snuggle up to your nape! If we could have all we desired, I would have had you right there!

But I had to be cautious....
You didn’t look like the fiercely brazen modern kids...whom I could easily twirl on the tip of my finger...though drowned equally in vulnerability, I could perceive you had a list of do’s and don’ts for lesser mortals like me to qualify, before they could come any closer to feeling that heaving bosom against their own chest! Ah! An aching thought then and even now!

And then what followed is what generally follows when a man meets a woman:
“He’s asking her about her favourite books...listening to her own mush sequences...sharing her perspectives...poking her to give up her guard and defences...he is genuinely smiling....looking at her interestingly...being gentle when she whimpers and defensive when she goes on a guilt trip...he seems perfectly non-physical!

She’s telling him things excitedly...things no one’s ever asked before or bothered to hear...She talks without inhibitions...he compliments lavishly...Was that a pass he made at her? She smiles coyly...the corners of her mouth turn upward in a beautiful giggle instead of going wrinkly in a frown...he takes the clue and gets bolder...She basks in the glory of the triumph of her charm...he in the triumph of yet another trophy....she seems perfectly gullible!

She’s thinking: Finally I get a man who thinks beyond my boobs...
He’s thinking: Finally I get a woman who doesn’t blast me at my passes and this would eventually lead straight to her boobs!”

Yes, so there we were...chatting and laughing...once you innocently, (or was that deliberately) held my hand while you gave into your clear ringing mirth and I felt my blood rushing to my head! You left me wondering baby, how it could be that after being with so many women, I could still feel the adrenalin pumping and my vision groggy when you so much as just touched me! I knew I was driven completely by my libido, but this was a novelty even for me! I sat through your recital of the characters in your big, fat joint family...I heard the irksome details about all the schools you changed...about your aunt who gets “boys” to get you “settled”...And all the while I was looking at those luscious curves of your mouth...feeling how they would feel inside my own...I was thinking of your tongue that was wagging with talks I cared a f@#$ about...I was imagining would it seem as tender when I suck it in with my own...
I was hoping you’d just stop talking and let me enclose that mouth...and let my fingers caress and run all over you before ripping to the core!

But you have been going on and on...and I have been waiting patiently like a hawk, to strike when the iron is hot...bearing my own heat with a smile to conceal my intentions and deceive that all I want is to take you to the sack!

I know you are reading this now and I can sense the lines on your forehead forming sexy cresses of distaste and horror...I know you must have already once flung the paper in an outburst at my revelations of how sexually you turned me on (you still do baby...oh how you still do!) and then picked up the paper again to look for a hint of love! My dear child...what a fool you all are! There’s no such thing as love...it is just an excuse to take unsuspecting souls like you to the first level of the game of lust!
I am writing all this to warn you baby because somewhere I did get touched by your innocence...Or maybe somewhere the man in me feels...if I couldn’t have you, no one else should either! What a waste of all that oomph crammed in your perfect mould...the oozing sensuality that needs expert hands to guide it to the peak! I feel sorry that I couldn’t do you the favour...not that I didn’t try...

It’s been a month now I suppose...I suck at dates...I pretty much “suck” at everything...provided I get an opportunity to it! And it has been a torture to be with you...to have you inches away from me but not being able to feel your breath over my own hungry lips. To see you raise your arms in a joy of abandon, as your torso swings along too and the uprising of your perfect breasts, bring back the almost physical pain deep down within me. I stand behind and watch you bend to pick up things I deliberately scatter on the floor of my pad...it’s a sight to pine in when your curvaceous rear sticks out at me, mockingly for it is beyond my reach...you gave me pleasure even in excruciating pain! I get a glimpse of your flat smooth belly with a mind blasting navel, when your skirt pulls just a wee bit down and the top goes abounding up to the ends of you fullness...and I close my eyes and yearn. You know now why I often made you get up on the stool and pick out the books from the topmost shelves of my little library!

But you have remained elusive and I can’t bear this any longer....
Also another pretty young thing has crossed my way...
She’s armed with the artillery that could make any force go to war or cease fire! I run a finger down her curves and she is ready to crumble into my arms like molten butter at the cue...
She is gentle and succumbing and could turn wild and thumping!
So baby, I give up on you...I can no longer put up the facade of love, being driven hitherto by the thought of rewards of it!

I no longer can bear the idea of you wriggling and taking steps back when I so much as touch the ends of your protruding lips with my finger. I want you from the bottom of my heart and everywhere else...but not forcefully....Oh come on...I am not a brute...wild alrite, but then can’t crush your blooming petals within my eager fingers without your consent, really!

So there my love...

Good bye and god bless...
I hope you now have a fair idea of “man”kind and would be sensible enough to not do or rather do the same mistakes with other knights that traverse your path....
As for me...just remember I am always there, in case the nights get too lonely or you need some connoisseur direction over unchartered territory....After all what are friends for...
Hahaha...I know its evil...but how I am enjoying this!

Lustingly yours
:)

30 comments:

Hopeless Romantic said...

hehe, that was sexually stimulating for sure....brilliant visual description.....loved reading it....and he is not an asshole....he is just a sweetheart fallen in love....and finding answers for his lust filled deeds...give the poor little soul some breathing space...sigh!

cheers!

suruchi said...

Hi Amit...
I didn't really make him an asshole yaar..there are bits n parts in the post where he is almost the man to die for with the kind of passion he exuberates...
But whether he is in love or is it just another game for conquest...no one ever knows for sure, do we?

I have given him loads of breathing space...only that he wants that space next to a female skin...

This was also an attempt to see how good I could be with a modern age Mills & Boon erotic imagery..was almost scared to upload the post for a while...

Glad u liked it:)

sulagna said...

suruchiiii...ba eyou will get lots of people around "stand up" for this one :)

hehehehe..niacee

suruchi said...

Hi Sulagna...
Hardly got responses for this one...Goes to show either of two things...
1.We are still liking certain things to be hush-hush...especially coming from a woman...
2.The "Stand up" prevented the men fraternity from using their fingers for commenting;)
Just an observation Su...;)

Rahul Khatri said...

scccc....he he...know what...it shud've been ur blog titled "Hopelessly romantic" ;):)

suruchi said...

Rahul...aapke liye to yeh bilkul cultural shock he ho gaya hoga na? Oops...I hope I am still on that friends list;)
And wow...did I just get to steal the title of Amit's blog right from under his cute nose?
Awwwww...hopeless bhi hoon n romantic bhi...
I guess Hopeless Romantic part 2 ...chalega?;)

shady said...

brilliant , this is so close to reality .
So true and Nah it won't get a standing ovation

Suruchi maybe you did not get comments cos we have feeble sensibilities that gets offended by brush of eye lashes and we can not digest bold and frank opinion from a women , khuswant singh becomes writer par excellence ( no offence intended cos he is ) and shobha de just another erotic write .

Kudos for taking a brave step .

suruchi said...

Awwww....but I actually like shobha de....
Hehe..just kidding...

Thanks Shady..
I thought this was close to reality too...but then of which side's...the man's or the woman's...?

Is he really wrong or really right at the end of the day?

Priya said...

Right on spot girl! three cheers for this one!I started reading this expecting something run of the mill,but was pleasantly surprised(should have known better than to expect the expected from you :))And I think you are absolutely right on the mans perspective,would be fun to see what men think of this though...

suruchi said...

Hi Priya...
Thanks for the appreciation...
Well..life's like that...what u expect does not happen n the unexpected gets whacked across your face time and again...
Sometimes as a terrible blow n sometimes as a peck on the cheek..:-)
I guess it's how we take it....

We women do understand men's psychology to a certain extent...yet we commit the same mistakes, expect the same crap and crib about the same disappointments...

It leaves me wondering if it's better or worse to know the man's perspective:-)

priya said...

i know...im guilty of falling into this trap too,and knowing their perspective makes it worse !but the post was fun and will come back to it too...

suruchi said...

Thanks Priya...
I guess I am just thinking out aloud...still undecided if I want to blast the guy or glorify him...
want u to hate him for his crudity or adore him for his openness...!
I guess somewhere somehow we'd know;)

Tanmay mittal said...

I must say thatz a very well written piece of art...It actually reflects the maturity and conviction you have..reflects your confidence.I love the preciseness and specific details u mentioned.
To top it all it was entertaining to get the views from the other side as well :)
The transformation of written words into a visual perception was great...

After quite a while i found a blog thtz entertaining as well as creative...
Waiting for more..
Hats off to you...
Take care.:)

suruchi said...

Hi Tanmay
Thanks for passing by...
N words like maturity n conviction...wow..feels nice n bloated to hear them...coz no one takes me too seriously...neither do I;)

Your words of praise are actually so full of conviction that I feel like some big rich author...big as in famous n not size...rich as in with admirers n not money;)

N sirf hats off se nahi chalega...rozi roti ka sawaal hain..chalo take off more...
Hehe..just kidding...
Oh no...there drains away my first impression of being mature n sensible..
:-)
Madness is more like it here;)

Tanmay mittal said...

Welcome to the madness club thn lol...;)

Haha i like the duality combo in you..so it amounts to a matured author confined into a carefree soul..

You rock.. n i hope that you get more rich and famous in your terms!:)
ps. Admiration is always betr thn money..;p

suruchi said...

Awww...Tanmay..Did I tell ya that u have a very cute profile pic there...n also some very interesting reads on ur blog...and also that u are so cute with your words n lavish with praise?...hehe...
Nahi bataya?
Chalo...let's leave something for next time then;)

Thanks for ur hopes..
N money is nowhere in the running honey...agree with ya totally:-)
Waise let's make that a mutual admiration club then...membership restricted;)

TaNmAy :) said...

Ha ha totally ..Admiration unlimited ;p

n thnx for noticin my blog..im an amateur abhi..abhi to havta learn many a thinz in life..to penn down..

Im just wondering one thing tho..dun mind bt i guess i have seen u smwhere..online or rather sm place i dunno..or rather i know smbdy who resemblez you..do u live in delhi...??

suruchi said...

Hello Tanmay...
I like the "totally..";)
N everyone's an amateur yahan...trying their hands n pens...Sometimes something works n sometimes it does not...but then I noticed ya before u noticed me...so there...that means u are good;)

Aur jahan tak mera chehra kuch jaana pehchaana sa lagta hain...I guess there must be someone within ur orbit who resembles me coz I am not from Dilli...I'm from good old Kanpur...
U think koi pechle janam ka rishta hain...hehe...kidding..;)

TaNmAy :) said...

raaz pichle janam ka maybe :p

n afta searchn well i finally found a common frnd radhika(bobal) on fb..so yea i gues i mst hv seen u in her profile smtym...:)

newaz u r nt tht bad at praising otherz too ;) like mindz attract u see!!;p

suruchi said...

Awww....u are Rads ka friend...
Darn...there go all my flirting plans...u are friends with my niece yaar...:-(

Hehe..just kidding...somethings are incorrigible n I guess I am quite a something..hehe...
Like minds huh?
Badia hain;)

P.S.Itneeee efforts kiye dhoondhne mein the common friend...to phir friends request bhe bhejne ke takleef kar dete...there I go again!;)

Sudhir Kekre said...

Your students are very lucky. They have a teacher who has a great sense of humor.
love all your posts. :)

suruchi said...

Hey Sudhir...
This post is one that I wouldn't like my students to read...
thanks though...
Love all that u write too:-)

sobhit said...

OKAY.. n u read such a lov rathr lust lettr or made it up urself?? wen i started reading it.it seemd as if dr wud b spelling n grammatical istakes 2 ti.. but seems its way beyond dat... sure d love n lust game revolves round n round n well as much it is not a mans thing 2b calld cute.. i gues again d normal idea goes dat its d men who r all lustfull n insensitv 2ward emotions... welll wont argue on dis, cos lookin at statistc it holds rite...

aftr reading d 1st 2 paras only felt like leavin u a cmmnt instead of compltly goin thru d post.. still thot wnt b fair 2 cmmnt only haf way d post.. so unlike un odrs posts dat i'v read... dint find no humour in it :-/.. but guess it shdntb abt humor all d tym .. so ok keep penning ur thots.. tho i wonder wot gt u writin dis 1.... hmm guess will rathr stick 2 readin more fuuny 1s cos seems dey r in plenty 2 read on ur blog :P :P

suruchi said...

Hey Sobhit
Made it up myself completely...
Just screwing up things a bit...from a guy n a gal's perspective...mingling some ingredients from experiences of life n those seen around...sprinkled some salt of lust...cause all love is also majorly about the physicalities and voila...the post!

What made me write this, you asked...hmm...just wanted to write something sensuous for a change...no humour...just a little irony here n there...some pain...some heartburn..some sighs...

Men n women both can be guilty of being insensitive...this was just one take on it:-)
Keep reading...love ur takes:-)

Anand Madhav said...

Though I am little too late to comment...Just found way to your blog somehow..

One word... Amazingly romantically daring... u have a flair for romance and subtle seduction...at time your words mean more than what they just sound..

Do visit me at http://anandmaddy.blogspot.com

suruchi said...

Hey Anand...
Thanks yaar...
Never too late to hear praise:-)

I like the idea of words meaning more than just what appears on the surface...:-)
Words whether spoken or written,often conceal more than reveal n vice versa...
Glad u liked it:-)

Anand Madhav said...

Yes, Indeed...that's what we called the magic of words..

I see a daring girl coming out of the stereotype..other wise girls are generally into all the mushy mushy pinki affair

Really great stuff.. I have sort of become a fan of your writing..!

suruchi said...

Hey Anand...
OMG...this is so flattering to see you return n as if that's not enough you make me all fluffed with joy for calling yourself a fan:-)

Thankssssss...I am also mushy mushy n pinky pinky...just that at many other times I tend to walk over to blue green black n grey zones;-)

Lincoln said...

u write gr8 english mam ;),

suruchi said...

Awwww...Thanks Lincoln...
*blush,blush*;-)

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