Exotic Erotica
"The Firefly of Colombo" a sex story by Joseph Kaval
Tomboy opened the door of his flat. He put on the lights and air-conditioner. He let Raani come in. She raised her right leg and entered the room as if she was a newly married girl. She had neither fear nor foreboding, neither trepidation nor temerity. She was perfectly at ease.
Raani stood in the middle of the brightly lit living room and looked around. The room was spacious and cozy. It had been beautifully and gracefully decorated. It had everything a living room of a modern apartment needed and everything in the room was in order and in its own place. She went into the kitchen. It was also roomy and airy, fitted with modern appliances and filled with food. She looked into the bathroom. It was wide and the bathtub was large enough for a couple’s bath and it was bright and clean. She found the place fit for a married couple.
When she returned to the living room Tomboy was at the door of his bedroom wearing only a lungi.
“You saw my nest. How is it?”
“Wah! It’s tastefully done.” Raani said. “Tom, this nest of yours is really beautiful.”
“I wonder how fascinating your inner nest will be. I wish to peep into it.” Tomboy smiled.
“Oh. No … no. No entry into my sanctum sanctorum.”
“Why don’t you let me in? Am I a pariah woman?”
“If you really wish to and insist on it I don’t mind.”
“I do wish. But don’t you want to go back to your room in the hotel Taj West End?”
“No.”
“Are you staying here tonight?”
“Yeah. After having looked around I don’t feel like leaving.”
“Listen. I don’t have lady’s clothes here. I can offer you a T-shirt and a lungi.”
“Anything is ok with me. I am used to all kinds of wares.”
He handed a T-shirt and a lungi to her.
“Sorry, no spare bed. You may sleep on the divan or on the carpet or anywhere you like.”
“Anywhere?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s very kind of you.”
“You’re most welcome. Call me just Tom. Watch movies of your choice. You have a dozen on the shelf hot and cold. When you get tired or bored go to sleep. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Tomboy bounced into his bedroom. Raani headed for the bathroom.
Pin drop silence reigned over while the lights burnt the rooms.
Tomboy lay on his back on the double cot. He looked at the ceiling. He blinked. He saw goddesses of love and lust dancing in the heaven above. But none looked like Raani. He grinned sheepishly. It’s time to unwind! The moment he saw her at the airport among the incoming group from Sri Lanka he immediately liked her. She looked stunning underneath her snug cherry red tank top and matching heart-covered pink-silk boxers. Her figure fascinated him. While he interviewed her in the office for the managerial post he got the close-ups of her face, neck and the bosom. He found them alluring. While he talked sweetly his legs fondled her naked ankles below her skirt under the table. She did not withdraw her legs but meddled with his. He wanted her before she disappeared forever. He got her now. But he did not know for sure why she wanted to stay with him.
Minutes tickled by.
“Please move a little.”
Without a word he moved over and she moved in. She lay beside him and very close to his left side lifting up her left leg revealing her treasure grove.
The smell and the warmth of her vibrant female body fresh and fragrant ignited his senses, nerves and veins.
“What the heaven is it? What did you do?”
“I used your Brilliant shaver, your Dove soap, your Italian sponge, your lavender powder and your Kashmir perfume. I shaved. I showered. I perfumed. I powdered. I’m neat and clean. That’s it.”
“Oh my Jesus! No clothes?”
“Do we really need them in the holy of holies of your nest?”
She quietly and slowly pulled away his lungi and threw it on to the floor.
They lay quietly on their back in their natural attire. The ceiling saw every curve and curl of those two naked bodies. The walls felt their breathings warm and vibrant. The wall-clock chimed. The bedroom lamps blinked. The curtains closed their eyes and remained dead. The cool air inside the room enviously waved at them.
Raani held his left hand and tenderly placed it on her groin. His palm slipped hither and thither.
“Woh!” His mouth popped. His hand found her pubic mound and vulva. He felt them velvet and silky smooth. He turned to face her.
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yes. Locked and bolted it.”
“The bedroom lights are on,” he murmured.
She also turned towards him, looked at his face and whispered,
“I don’t mind. Do you? Let them shine upon us. Don’t you want to see me? I saw your hawkish eyes scanning my cleavage. I knew you were surveying me while you interviewed me for the manager’s post. I got the whiff of your steam.”
“Is this quid pro quo?”
“Certainly not. Tom, some men are irresistible, captivating and charismatic. You are one.”
Her right hand plowed through his broad and hairy chest. It lingered there for some time. Her fingers squeezed and twisted his teats till they became erect and red hot and then slowly moved down over his bare stomach. Her thumb and forefinger tickled his navel. It sent electric shocks through out his body.
“No. Please no.” He laughed, coiled and recoiled.
Then her hand snaked down towards his wide, hairy, thick, black bush. It found the sleeping lion in the cave. At the feather touch of her fingers it woke up and began swelling, getting stiff and hard.
She moved her hips and waist closer to him. She held his erect penis and tucked it in between her soft plum thighs at the mouth of her vagina. Her legs locked with his.
Tom felt a sweet sensation streaming all over his body.
He put his right hand around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. Their eyes met. Their noses touched. Their chests closed in, their groins below kissed each other.
His mouth searched for hers. He kissed her passionately. She responded vigorously. He took her thick cherry lips and chewed them for some time. His tongue probed into her mouth. He swallowed her tongue. Like a goldfish in a bowl it swam smoothly in his mouth. He sucked it hard and tasted her.
She pulled his head down close to her smooth valley of bosom.
“Tom, look. Aren’t they neat and nice?”
He looked and saw two large, ripe Alphonso mangoes hanging and banging his chest.
“Marvelous, baby.”
His fingers feathered them and fondled them one by one. He felt them supple and succulent. They slowly became high and pointed. He squeezed them. Thrill-pangs danced in her eyes and on her face.
His fingers flicked her nipples. They became uptight, stiff and hard like two brown rigid peanuts. She winced and flinched with pain and pleasure.
She gently thrust one of her breasts into his mouth. His mouth was full. Like a hungry baby he milked them one by one for sometime.
A wild stream of emotion played mood games inside Raani. She covered his head and shoulder with her long and bushy hair. Let no god see him milking her. She enjoyed feeding him.
She felt his cock throbbing against her vagina.
She wanted to see his virility. She twisted her body and turned around. She wormed down to his groin kissing his stomach and the pubic mound. She gazed at his long large stiff organ, his brown meat with chocolate head and a slit in the middle filled with his juice. She marveled at it. It thrilled her. She held it with her four fingers and thumb. It looked like a large and long chocolate candy. She gazed at it for a minute and then quietly put it into her mouth. Her tongue claimed the brown knob. She soaked it with her slippery saliva. The thickly moistened head of his prick hopped in and out of her mouth. She moved her mouth rhythmically up and down slowly and firmly.
Tom enjoyed her sucking. Sweet and sour sensations flowed through his body. After a while he let out a frantic moan.
“Oh! Baby, I’m coming.” He writhed and groaned.
She increased the rhythm. Within seconds he erupted and flooded her mouth with his semen. She gave out a light whimper and eagerly swallowed the milky fluid. It was warm and salty. He again ejaculated. She could not take all of his gluey cream. Some dripped through the corner of her mouth. To her surprise he came a third time and splashed on her face. With an animal sound he grunted and lay quietly. Orgasm held him in its trembling grip for a long time.
Raani buried her face in his dark, thick and hairy mound and watched with awe his cock shaking, shrinking and limping into its den still streaking his virility. A few minutes before, it was a swollen meat. It was seven inches long. It became thin, short and dwarflike. It was still dripping globs of jizz, his life’s elixir. The magic of it amused and excited her.
Tomboy pulled her up towards him.
“Honey, you sucked me well. I want to eat you alive.” He cried in a low voice. She was surprised.
“Really? No, you must be joking.” She was incredulous.
“No, Raani, I want. Come on. You will feel terribly good. I will take you into heavens above.”
“Have it then. It's all for you.”
She became very excited. She trailed over his body towards his face.
“I saw your holy temple and the spirited god inside. Wow! Wonderful!! It’s very lively and lovely. Thanks for your loving Prassadam. Its smell and solidity, its taste and thickness, its opalescence and opaqueness, warmth and worth - I liked them very much. It’s very sweet of you, Tom.”
“Sit on my chest.”
She slowly lifted herself, leisurely sat on his chest and placed her folded legs on both sides of his head on the pillow and straddled him. Her crotch comfortably forked his throat. She quietly parted her thighs and religiously opened up her pleasure grove. He saw her vagina gleaming, beaming and shining in front of his mouth. It was opening wide into two tomato slices and seeping her juice. With a gentle forward thrust she lodged his mouth. He soon found her clitoris, her soft tender pot. His tongue massaged its tip for a minute. She let out a ferocious growl. His lips cupped it and sucked it hard sending violent shocks throughout her entire body.
“Auh…Tom…very nice. Ooo…very good.” She babbled.
Suddenly her hands went around his head and rammed it up tight into her pussy. Sweet nectar streamed from her well. He drank to his fill. His tongue jabbed deeper into her well. The tip of it swam everywhere inside her vulva inflaming her. She convulsed with pain and pleasure. She jerked violently and shook the bed.
“Oh sweetheart, leave your tongue in there. Lick me out. Suck me faster and faster.”
He worked on her vigorously as he thoroughly enjoyed eating her.
“Oh Tom, I’m coming. Ugh…uh…uh” She purred.
She spasmodically moaned. She shivered for long tenacious minutes as climax held her for a long time. She fell back on his tummy panting and breathing heavily. She remained there for a long while.
Eventually she un-straddled him and lay on him exhausted gasping for new breath.
She kissed on his mouth creamed with her juice.
“It was heavenly and blissful. Thank you.” She murmured into his ears.
“I did have a lot of you. I enjoyed. Know. It is months since I have eaten a sweetmeat. I am full.”
“You sucked the hell out of me.” She giggled girlishly.
Her words thrilled him and enhanced his desire for her.
“Tired?”
“No. I tell you, this will be one of the most eventful nights and probably the last also with you. I want this encounter to be the most memorable in my life. It has been many months since I had sex.”
“Where did you make the last?”
“In Dubai.”
“Who was the guy?”
“A handsome young Saudi boy. I stayed with him in his hotel room for two days. Tom, make love to me. I want you to come inside me.”
“You’re a wonderful woman. I like you very much. The temper and texture of your body are tempting indeed. You’re really voluptuous and sensual.”
“Thank you for the compliments.” She giggled and fluttered.
He probed her tummy. It was flat meat without much flesh, layers and fat. It was smooth and even.
He planted kisses on her soft skinny tummy. She wriggled.
He inserted his forefinger into her navel and tickled.
“Oh! No. No. You tickle me.” She cried. She sprang up and down, coiled and recoiled with sweet and sour sensation.
His hand inched over her pubic mound. It slid down smoothly on the silky route to her plump vagina. His middle finger snaked in and hit at the tip of her clitoris. Her hip suddenly sprang up and she let out a purr. He found her damn wet down to her knees.
“I’m ready. Ride me.”
He mounted her. She guided his erect manhood to the mouth of her welled up yoni. He gently pushed it. Her small opening gradually stretched and swallowed his large thick prick like an India female cobra. It slowly slid down.
“O Jesus…amma …” She gasped and cried with pain and pleasure while he anchored all the way into her. Her vaginal lips tightened their grip on his big penis. She closed her thighs.
He felt it very tight inside her. He made his maiden thrusts in and out slowly.
She screamed deliriously each time he entered her.
“I feel your fullness inside me. I have never before felt this kind of fullness of a man inside me, never from my husband. He just mates me. After a few thrusts he comes groaning and spurting all over me. Then he will soon sleep and start snoring. Horrible! Tom, can you keep your dick there for some time? I want to enjoy the tightness and fullness of your gun inside me before it explodes. It gives me immense pleasure and overwhelming sensation.”
“Sure, baby, I can hold keep stiff, hard and rigid for some time, say up to twenty minutes. I have tried and succeeded with a Goan girl named Regina. It was a year ago.”
“Wow! Up to twenty minutes!! How was that? My husband used to finish his business within a few minutes. My boyfriends take a little longer and then get deflated.”
“I will tell you how. I inserted my dick deeply into Regina’s body, I asked her to block me inside and freeze the blood tide, to tighten her bottom cheeks. I told her to place her legs over my back and clutch me. After a while I rocked her back and forth in a slow motion. While we were pulling and pushing together in unison we talked about our sexual adventures. Sometimes I would strike her unevenly. You must know. We have taken sufficient Goan fenny (a kind of liquor distilled from Cashew fruits) to keep our tempo and temper in tact. We talked about our sexual fantasies. Raani, believe me, she came twice violently vibrating her hip and stomach. She then fainted. I kept myself inside her for ten minutes in deep meditation until she woke up. Then she asked me to go on pounding. I was still a red horse. I eased in and out of her. It took another few minutes. Then both of us came together violently shuddering and shaking the cot. That was the most wonderful part of the game. That did not happen very often during my later love-makings.”
“Oh my God! You’re well experienced. Before and even after the marriage I knew nothing about the art of lovemaking until I came to Colombo from my village. Now I know many things from experience with men and from the books as well.”
Tom planted a warm kiss on her swollen lips.
“Raani, I too feel the grip of your cunt.”
“And I feel the girth of your manhood. You have already been inside me for more than twenty minutes. Thank you. I am sure that you are highly experienced with women. I am pretty sure you have met many women. Haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I’ve met several from different countries.”
“What about Arab women? I am just curious.”
“They are very good at lovemaking but very risky. You can’t predict their mentality. If the woman got pregnant or wanted to blackmail, that would end my life here in the Gulf and at home as well. I had only few times with them. I have visited a secret brothel twice just out of curiosity to have the taste of them. A couple of times I had fun with Bahraini ladies who were fond of Indian boys. Once they liked the man they would open up everything and anything for free. One of the Bahraini women I made love with was the most compelling and resourceful lady. She happened to be the elder sister of a good friend. I couldn’t go on. I diplomatically cut the link. Thank God. She’s married and settled.”
“British ladies?”
“Oh God, they’re technically perfect but emotionally poor. Not good performers in the bed, demanding and always business minded. Even their whores and call girls, I am told, look upon the Asians expatiates as God bidden beggars. Their only asset is their white skin and their tongue-in-cheek. I’ve a friend who does exploit them well. He is so handsome, smart and well built that the British girls especially air hostesses will fall for him. Often his words and manner seduce them.”
“How do you know those details?”
“That son of a gun often uses my flat for his rendezvous with those British chicks.”
“What about Pakistani girls?”
“None.”
“Philippinas?”
“Good. I enjoyed sex with them. They’re chirpy and chatty. No fuss. No messing around afterwards.”
“What about your own people?”
“You mean Keralites? I had till today half a dozen encounters with nurses both married and unmarried. I did with a few office Malayalee secretaries also. Honestly I did not look for them. They coaxed me and taxed me as well. I obliged. Though I’d several opportunities I usually avoided them. They’re often clinical, ritualistic and moralistic minded. That would kill the spirit of the game and spoil the fun. Once I was forced to stop short of firing because she was in her period and she objected. Then they will demand favors while making love. They might create problems later. However one cannot find many Malayaalee light women in Bahrain.”
“What about our people?”
“Superb. I had several encounters. I always liked your people. They’re humble, simple, sincere, submissive, and without any strings. They enjoyed playing with me. That was the best part of the play. The married women often knew the play. The unmarried ones are to be coaxed and coached a little. And once they got ignited they soon become wild fires. They hardly have any demand except that they looked for a good family to work for or to get a job in an office. Their demands were light and their dreams moderate. I found them honest and obliging. In spite of their moral aberration they are devoted to their family at home.”
Raani suddenly pressed him tightly. She raised her legs over his back and interlocked. She clawed him on his back
“Come, boy, come.”
In the bright light in the room she lay on her back, bare and bold, brimming with vigor and vitality. Her innocent smile beaming with gleeful eyes, rosy cheeks and sundown lips. His eyes feasted on every contour of her naked body above her navel. Below the shiny silky mound he felt the bangs and pangs of her throbbing groin. He lifted himself a few inches above her. He unsheathed his thing smeared with her vaginal fluid. It was still stiff, huge, hard and dripping. She saw it and became delirious.
“Ah…ha …you’re great,” She cried out, “I love it, put your sword inside me and cut me into a thousand pieces. Let me bleed but do it slowly and gently. My body is aching.”
He inserted his penis slowly and steadily into her. She gasped thrice. It slid down smoothly to the hilt. She whined when it hit the mouth of her uterus. She bit her teeth and lips as she felt pain and pleasure. Her inner vaginal lips sucked his cock firmly and tightly in and out while he rocked back and forth. Her hands gripped his pulsating body. She heaved a sigh each time he entered her. She moved up her hips and buttocks each time he came down on her. Simmering, their bodies trembled against each other, nude, tingling twisting and sweating.
His balls ached. Nuts cracked. He knew the time at hand. In the split second he corked her and exploded inside her with a grunt of extreme pleasure. He jerked violently. He spurted two three times. She was already in the grip of utter agony and ecstasy. Orgasm held him for several minutes. They lay abandoned to each other in a tight lock and knot.
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Lungi = a colored and striped cotton cloth of 4.5 x 6 feet worn by Corallites, Tahitians and Sri Lankan at home during free time.
Prassadam = god’s gift to the devotee when his is pleased
Originally published April 2011