One Night

 She pushed the bathroom door that was half open and stepped in. He was standing there, wearing just the towel quite low on his waist. His chest still wet from the bath and a few drops of sweat that were already beginning to form. The bathroom was heavy with his scent. She couldn't stop herself from taking a long deep breath and inhale the musky masculine scent he had left hanging in the air. He obviously had sweat a lot while trying to get the car out of the ditch, and she felt giddy as his scent filled her head. She couldn't stop her eyes from traveling all over his firm body. She wanted to run her fingers on the chest and those toned arms. As she had been putting his clothes into the dryer she had noticed that he had left his underwear too. She knew he was naked beneath that towel. She couldn't stop imagining what was there under, 'is he hard, or am I too old to excite him', she wondered to herself. 'Anything wrong', he asked, and she broke away from her erotic train of thought. She realized that she had been standing there just staring at him for a couple of seconds. 'Oh, nothing', she said, 'I just took a moment to adjust to the light' and smiled. She was hoping there was better light so she could have seen him better, but this dimly lit bathroom had its own seductive appeal, a little bit of mystery. She moved towards him. 'Turn around, let me take a look at the cut', she said. 'It's not much, but because you insist', he smiled and turned around. She moved closer and looked. Yes, the cut was just tiny, but she was not going to waste any opportunity to touch him. At this moment she was ready to clean, wipe and lick a cut on his crotch if there was one. She smiled to herself at the thought. She was partly surprised, partly disgusted by how dirty she was thinking, but she did not want to stop it.

She leaned forward and touched his cut gently with her fingertip. She was careful not to let her breasts brush him. She was wearing just a bathrobe. She remembered thinking about putting a bra on, but deciding that it was not necessary. Now she wished she had worn one. The bathroom, his scent, touching him and her naughty mind had all together made her nipples hard. She was wondering if it was obvious through the thin satin gown she was wearing. She was careful not to get too close enough for him to feel it on his back. She didn't want him to think of her as a thirsty woman looking for an opportunity.

The cut on his back was small, but her finger stroked it a couple of times and she gently breathed out through her mouth onto the cut. His back was nice and firm, she noticed as her finger rested there for a second. 'It looks fine. I'll just give it an antiseptic wipe anyway', she said and looked up into the mirror in front of them. He looked up too, and their eyes met in the mirror. His eyes looked different now, it was like he was looking at her with desire. 'Wow', she thought, 'is this really happening, or am I just imagining it'. She opened the bottle with the medicine and gently let it drip onto the cotton, her mind was thinking about his eyes. She gently touched the cut. 'Aah' he moaned as the medicine stung the wound. 'Fuck', she said to herself. She wanted to make him moan in pleasure all night. She gently rubbed again and he let out a deep moan. He was not in pain, he just wanted it more and she rubbed again, this time it was harder. 'Aahh', he gasped in surprise as he instinctively reached his hand behind and grabbed her by her right thigh! 'Ooh', now it was her turn to be surprised. In the moment that he held her she realized that he had a powerful grip. He turned around, 'Sorry, I didn't expect that. Hurt more than i thought it would', he said showing genuine concern. 'My fault really, shouldn't have gone so hard on you', she giggled!

He smiled too. They were now just inches from each other. His chest was beginning to sweat again. She didn't realize it, but she was staring at him and breathing heavily. 'Thanks', he said 'long time since a woman touched me like that' he said. She was not sure what to say. She just looked away from his eyes. 'I'm surprised. I guess you are always busy', she managed to say. He took one step closer, now they were almost brushing. She didn't step back. If this was happening, she wasn't going to stop it. He looked into her eyes and leaned in slowly till his lips were right in front of hers. He held it there for a second and in that moment she leaned forward and their lips touched. He gently sucked at her lower lip, and a wave of pleasure hit her. She parted her lips, opened her mouth and let him in. Their tongues were entangled now and his arms were tightly wrapped around her, pulling her closer. She dropped the medicine and cotton and tightly hugged him back feeling the warmth of his body through her gown.

The kiss was getting deeper, she felt his firm chest against hers. Their tight embrace had made her breasts crush into his chest. She knew he could feel her erect nipples through her gown. She didn't care, she didn't want to hide her excitement anymore. He lowered his grip to her waist and pulled her closer. She felt his hip against her's and moved in further and pressed against his manhood which she could now feel through the towel. She pressed her hip in further instinctively and felt it even more. Even in the middle of the deep long wet kiss her mind had not failed to note that his manhood was tight, fully hard, long and thick. She wanted to get her hands on it at once, but held back. This was not a night for instant fun, this was a night of deep wet desires that would play out over hours.

He broke off from the kiss, leaving her lips yearning for more. He bent down and caressed the curve of her neck with his lips. A fresh surge of electricity went down her spine and she gripped him closer. He started kissing and licking her neck softly in gentle long strokes as he went up and down. She threw her head back in pleasure. His left hand came over to her shoulder and gently tugged at her gown. He was moving to undress her and she didn't want to resist. The gown was slowly slipping from the shoulder. She put her hands between them and pushed him away gently to make some space. He looked into her eyes and realized she was making it easier for him to undress her. He gently tugged at the gown from both shoulders, and when it had parted a bit, he undid the knot at the waist. The gown was open, she did not make any move to close it. It was just lying lazily over her breasts and the edge of her shoulders. He bent down and planted a kiss right between her breasts. She could feel his cheeks brush the sides of her breasts and she tingled. He worked his way up, kissing her neck and slowly their lips met again. This time, there was more hunger than before as she went right into him, tongues entangling once again. And as the kiss got deeper, with one smooth move of his hands he made the gown fall to the floor. It was now her bare skin against his. And it was magical, as her breasts pressed onto his chest, they were sweating together filling the bathroom with an intoxicating lusty scent that was driving them even crazier. She could feel his manhood pressing against her waist. She wriggled to feel it more and wondered how on earth the towel was staying around his waist, when was he going to throw it away. And, as if he had read her mind, in the middle of the kiss, he took her left hand and placed it on his waist where the towel was tucked in. He wanted her to open it herself, she realized. And she gave it a tug without hesitation. Down it went, and at that moment she felt his cock released and press against her toned belly. 'Thank God for all the hours in the gym' she thought as she took in the first real touch of man's cock in year. It was warmer than the rest of his body and she could feel it throb in excitement as it made contact with her naked body. 'Mhmm, it's not just me who's wet' she thought with excitement as she feel the wetness of his cock ooze onto her.

They were lost in the deep kiss. But, she could feel his hands slide down her naked back, giving her warm gentle squeezes. He reached her waist and squeezed firmly. She enjoyed his tight grip as she felt his hands reach her ass and fondle them with love. He was feeling her up slowly. Even as she was busy licking his tongue, her body tightened in anticipation of him grabbing her ass and lifting her off the floor. She was ready to be taken. But, he teased her, fondling and squeezing. The anticipation was killing her from the inside as she stood on her toes trying to make him grab. When she could take it no more, she lifter her left leg as if to wrap it around his waist. That's what he was waiting for. In one quick motion, he lifted her by her thighs and wrapped her round his hip. She held tight as he came in for another kiss. He had lifted her like a feather. She gripped his strong arms, she just loved being held by him. She held on and reciprocated his kiss, and she could feel him moving. He was carrying her out of the bathroom. Even though her eyes were tightly shut and kissing with passion, she could feel the light of the living room on her eyes. 'Where is going to take me, the couch?', she wondered, but she didn't care where he was taking her. At this point she was ready to fuck in the middle of the highway if that's what he wanted. She felt the light dim again.They were in the dark. 'The bedroom', she realized and in a second she was laid down on the bed with him coming over her. She could feel his cock rub on her inner thigh, it was hard and dripping. 'Was he going for it now', she thought as she gripped the sheets.

He moved in, looking at her intensely and she held her breath and opened her legs a bit, waiting to feel him go into her. But, he did not. His hard erection rested on her groin as he began a wave of kisses down her neck. She hugged him again realizing he was in no hurry to fuck, but wanted to feel every inch of her. He had her pinned onto the bed as he started planting kisses on her breast. Kissing, licking and then playfully flicking the nipples with his tongue. As he kissed one boob, his hand fondled and squeezed the other. He was doing all this with a rhythm that was driving her crazy. He knew the art of making love, she realized, and she was certainly not the first woman he was having. Even though young, he knew the ways of making love unlike the men in her life before. The feeling of his strong hands fondling her boobs was amazing. She was struggling to keep her moans down and quiet. But, she realized this is not her New York apartment with neighbours next door. A cabin the woods with nobody around for a mile, that was the license to be wild. She let out a deep moan of pleasure. That was just what he wanted to hear. He needed to know that she was enjoying this as much as he was. He kept doing it, making her more wild. And, instinctively, she slid her hand between their bodies and went down to his waist and searched, badly wanting to feel his erection in her hand. He understood what she wanted. he climbed up her body and planted a kiss on her forehead, and at the same time she felt his erect cock touch her open hand. She gripped around it and felt its warmth and girth and bit her lip in satisfaction. She knew this would touch places inside her that had not been touched before. She slid her hand down its length, reached the balls, grabbed them and gave a gentle squeeze. Perfection, she thought to herself. She needed some time down there, with no distractions. He had given her a lot of pleasure and now she was going to return the favour.

She caught his shoulders and dragged him to the side. Not that he moved. His frame was too big and he was too strong, she was overpowered in every sense of the word. But, he knew what she was trying. He rolled over and allowed her to get on top. She sat on his abs, feeling him breathe under her. She took a good look at his sculpted body, took a deep breath and started kissing and licking his chest. Slow teasing kisses and he just lay back and enjoyed the moment. She went lower, onto his abs and felt his erect rub against her chest. She came further down and she could feel his breathing get heavier. He was anticipating her lips servicing his cock any moment now. But no, she teased him further. Kissing all around it, making space to lick down his groin, taking in the musky smell of his sweat and precum that had been oozing. She felt his cock firmly on her cheeks, but she continued kissing lower on his thighs. She could feel his body pulsating. She went further down and then began the journey back up, kissing a licking slowly. Kissing all over the groin again, she felt his cock right against her face. She felt him tighten up, and even she couldn't resist any longer. She gripped the erect rod firmly in one hand and used the other hand to gently pull back the skin, and gave a tiny touch of her lips to the throbbing head. Now he let out a loud moan. That's what she wanted. They were pleasuring each other equally. She let the rod stand free, admiring from close range. She hung her tongue out and gave a lusty lick to the cock from it's base to the head, making the shaft wet. 'Do it', he said in an almost breathless tone. She knew he had him on the edge now. She held the base of the shaft with her hand, opened her mouth and bent over and took his cock in, closing her lips around it. He thrust his hip up, and she felt his cock go deeper in her mouth. She pressed him down. She wanted to be in control of this. She was going to give him a long loving wet blowjob!

She bent over further, taking in as much as she could, tightening her grip around the base of the shaft. She realized there was still a fair bit of that she couldn't get in her mouth. She slobbered all over it as she gently boobed her head up and down, and she could feel his hips gently thrusting with the same rhythm. With every move she gripped her lips tightly around his rod and sloshed her tongue all over. She couldn't remember the last time she made such intense love to a man's erection. She felt like a teenager getting her first taste of manhood.

She kept going for a few minutes, feeling his hands gently tugging at her hair with each stroke and his hip slowly thrusting into her. Slowly, she felt his thrusts getting stronger. She slowed down. She didn't want him to unload so early in the night. She loosened her grip around his shaft and fondled his balls, massaging them with love. He relaxed a bit. She had experience with this. Going too fast on a man only to feel him finish and shrink when she was still sucking. She didn't want that to happen again though she did feel deep inside that this guy was different. He would fuck her long into the night.

She stopped and looked up at him. Their eyes met for a second and he immediately grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her over, and planted a few loving kisses on her lips before going down. He made sweet love to her boobs once again sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. He went further down, fast, not hiding his intentions as he gave sensuous kisses all over her inner thigh. Her legs shivered in excitement and parted further as he let his tongue touch her. He was good at this, she could feel it as he kept working with his tongue. She had been careful not to let him finish when she was sucking on his rod. But he did not go easy on her. She gripped the sheets and let out a loud moan as she felt huge waves of current sweep through her. She shuddered in sheer ecstasy, and he knew the job was done. He looked up at her. Now he was kneeling between her knees. She looked up at him, admiring his body once again. He took her hand and placed it on his cock, which was hanging a bit limp now. She stroked it with love a few times and felt it grow back up to its full majesty. He pushed her back onto the bed, held her thighs and rubbed his cock slowly over her wet dripping place. And in a thrust, he entered, she moaned as she felt him go deep, where no man had ever been before.

New beginnings

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Is English everything?

Resetting educational priorities!

Is Indian higher education facing a serious case of misplaced priorities? We seem to be entering an era of higher education where the medium seems more important that the content itself. The obsession to give importance to English above everything else is dangerously veering the values of Indian institutions away from content towards the medium. We are moving in a direction where anyone who knows how to use English well can pass off as knowledgeable. The ability to put things in good English seems to be more important than the content. Such tendencies are acceptable in certain fields of study or activity like advertising or commentating; but, when the same tendencies start appearing in areas such as research where content should be of paramount consideration, then it is time to worry about what our priorities are – is it to be really top-quality, or to appear top-quality by using fancy English.

This tendency to place English usage above subject proficiency comes from a conception that English rules the world. This is not a misconception, but needs to be looked at from a different perspective. A language cannot be the one that dominates; it is the people who use it. It is not the language that decides that stature of the people, it is the people who use the language that decide its importance.

For instance; using the word ‘color’ in an examination about 15 years back would have got an Indian student a ‘red mark’ on his answer script for a spelling error. Today, the words ‘color’, ‘neighbor’, ‘harbor’ and all such spellings are more than accepted; in fact, there are places that prefer ‘color’ to ‘colour’. Has English changed in the last 15 years so much that these spellings are accepted? Has Oxford accepted these spellings? No; but, we have accepted them. Is it because of the power of English or because the Americans have become far too important to the urban Indian for us to ignore they way they use English? It is because America means more to us than England. That should give you a fair idea of how important English – it is only as important as the people who use it!

American English came to be accepted around the world not because they were essentially right, but because the Americans and their dollars were too important to be ignored. So, we were willing to ditch a few ‘u’s and ‘l’s in our spellings to sound more American. That’s all that English counts for.

 Those who think that English is the only way to development; you don’t have to look too far. China is one country that has given the quality and efficiency of its industries more importance than the quality of English. And, Japan – they give priority to the perfection of engineering than the English they speak. Both these countries still send out research publications in their own languages. Peers world over are willing to take the pain or pay to get these publications translated into English because they are sure that the information is worth the effort. Can you imagine a research publication in Tamil or Hindi being given the same status? No, and it is not because (as some politicians might tell) the world is on a conspiracy to end all traditional Indian languages. It is because they are not sure whether the information will be of any use to them – in other words, the quality is suspect!

If quality is assured, then language is only a minor barrier. Else, the Thirukkural would never have got translated. Indian education today is a place where one can get away with poor technical know-how if one knows good English (of course, competitive exams are thankfully exceptions). But, within a college or a research institution, sometimes, English seems to be the only skill one needs to survive. Priorities need to be reset in a way that expertise in the subject is the single most important factor that determines how far one can go. Or else, we might become a country that knows nothing but English and we should fear the time when English is no longer the dominant language in the world.

The Viswaroopam ban - Who pays?

Is there a cultural emergency in India? Most of the media seems to concur on that after Kamal Haasan’s Viswaroopam was kept out of most theaters in India while it took a grand opening in many parts of the world. Even though we cannot see or hear it, the world could very well be laughing at us; at the fact that we are too narrow minded to differentiate between a great work of art and a petty-minded jibe at a religion. Would anyone be crazy enough or a big enough religious fanatic to put in all their life’s savings, two years of work and a huge reputation at stake just to take a dig at a religion? And, if there is a small group of people who think this way, should their voices be heeded to and given so much importance that the work of art itself be banned? This incident opens a Pandora’s Box of questions, the least of which is the question of how big or how old a group or organization or movement should be before it is considered representative of a community.

But, those questions cannot be answered in an emotionally charged time period. Decisions made at such times are bound to be wrong. Instead, we should be asking ourselves whether, in the process of exercising the fundamental right of protesting, a group should be allowed to come in the way of ‘business as usual’. In this specific case, the release of Viswaroopam was put off by a minimum of 4 days. Now, this might look like a pretty small period, but in the business of cinema, these 4 days means a huge amount of money. And, it is not just Kamal Haasan’s money that is being held at gun point here. All people who commercially associated themselves with Viswaroopam at some level or the other must be facing troubled time now, which includes distributors and exhibitors. If you care to imagine the number of people who’s calculations would have been upset by this 4-day delay, just by counting the number of distribution territories and theaters in Tamil Nadu, you might be able to gauge the real far-reaching impact of this ban ­– its not just about Kamal Haasan. It’s a big industry’s applecart that has been upset, and it is tough to imagine that the government bowed down to demands without making an effort to protect (in some cases) the livelihoods of people. This is not like asking an art exhibition to close down or a song to change its lines. Cinema is an industry first and the government must understand that there are far more livelihoods at stake than what appears to the eye. And to think our CM was in the showbiz herself!

 And, it does not stop with Viswaroopam; the effects are going to cascade on to the well-laid out release plans of so many movies to follow, leaving theaters in quandary about which movie to accommodate and which agreement to honor. Really, it’s a roll of dice to find out who comes out unscathed from this and who gets crushed. But, we can be sure that the likelihood of someone getting hurt really badly is a very distinct probability. I wonder what the government would have to say if they decide to take to the streets.

Finally, a desire to see some accountability! Our country grants us the fundamental rights, and we cannot and don’t want to change that. But, are fundamental rights being twisted, turned and misused in a way that we lose sight of what they were actually made for. Shouldn’t there be accountability along with the right. Let’s say that someone files a PIL against a movie and gets it stayed or banned or whatever he/she pleases to. If upon investigation, the allegations are found to be hollow and baseless, will the complainant be subject to judiciary-initiated proceedings for misusing the fundamental rights? Will he/she or the organization be held responsible for the losses incurred? Not at the moment. In the current set up, someone files a PIL, causes a whole lot of ruckus and costs someone crores of rupees and then gets to walk away. We need a provision where the complainant cannot walk away, but will have to stay, explain and pay up if found guilty. Let’s then see how many people call for bans.