Today was a bright Sunday morning, I got a call, a familiar combination of digits appeared on my cellphone screen and a familiar voice made me skip my heartbeat for a fraction of seconds.
"Hey! I am here... Can we catch up today?"
Half naked, looking up for my pyjamas, I try to recall all the moments spent with him.
"There?", his voice echoed and that particular moment my scarlet red bra choses to falls off from the bed.
Trying to sound not too excited, so that my fiancee sleeping next to me, interprets it as a formal work call, I utter "Yeah! Starbucks, noon. Busy at the moment! See you soon."
With every stroke of the toothbrush, I remember the moments spent with him. As the luke warm water drips from the shower pores, I recall his touch, and the feel of his skin over mine, a sensation runs down my spine.
"Babe?" my fiancee calls from the bedroom and leaves me wondering, whether to give into my desires or not. Trying to convince myself in the best possible way, I call this a 'formal meeting' with my Ex, an 'EX-periment of carnial desires'.
So there I am, dressed in my black maxi dress, looking as fresh as a violet rose after the rain, in the best push-up bra I own, flaunting my assets, literally trying to make him regret his decision to move on.
My heart beat accelerates with every espresso sip. And as he leans to catch hold of the tissue, his smell replaces the air in my lungs.
"Purple Calvin Klein!" I exclaim.
"Versace Bright Crystal" he avers.
My lips seals his, smudging my 'Lakme Intense Matte' on his and we lock again. He pays, and we leave the place "together", after a span of two years.
At his place, as he unhooks my bra strap, my cellphone rings, I slide the red sphere dropping a "busy" message. As I lean to proceed, and feel his warmth, the cell phone rings again, this time with a message from my fiancee, "BAE! Your period is due today. Check your bag. Take care!"
I gather myself up, hook my bra up and tie my hair. Leaving his place, I wonder what stopped me...
Written By - Manvi Sharma
Edited By - Guy In The Blue Jean
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ReplyDeleteAn erotic thriller as I would recall ๐๐๐๐