‘Red blooded passionate male wanted by a beautiful female, for fun and loving.’

He came across that advert in the personal columns of the local newspaper, thought about it for a few days and then replied to the advert and forgot about it.

One morning he received a letter, which was sent to him via the newspaper office, from one of their box numbers. He opened it anxiously and found a short letter written in a lady’s hand.

‘Dear Passionate male

Please come to such--- an address, next Monday. It is an office where I work as a secretary and will be free after work to talk. Call after 6pm.

Passionate female.’

Its shortness added intrigue and expectations and he made up his mind to the visit the lady the following Monday just to see her face to face. At appointed day, he went there and waited outside as the lady was still busy at work but eventually she let him in.

The lady concerned was tall, slim with pale complexion and long jet-black hair, which gave her face a sensuous attractive look, and there was something special about her and it was a recognizable look for a man who was open to erotic sensitivities. You could call her a femme fatal and once fallen under her spell, a man could become charmed under her spell and allow her to get away with liberties taken in her encounter with a male.

She had a petit waist and well developed breasts to go with it and wore a broad belt to emphasise her aggressive sensuous outlook. It was a devastatingly erotic look, for a man to keep calm under those provocations. When she took off her sweater, the impression remained intense yet adding another dose to her curvaceous form.

She sensed that he was falling under her sexual charms and wanted to prolong his tortures. She intimated that her sister had come to see her and she was staying the night in her flat and was sorry that she could not take him there but would be ready for him the following Monday if he cared to call. He could not resist the invitation.

He went to see her at the office on that appointed evening and she came out of the building and told him to wait outside till she had finished her business at the office and then locked it. They went into a café to talk things over a cup of coffee. She intimated that she liked to have taste of blood of a man in her mouth while indulging in the process of making love and at the height of her approaching orgasm. He was assured that she was fantastic in bed and would give her man the full impact of her sexual surrender provided a man was not afraid of being bitten in the neck. Though she warned that in her sexual frenzy she might bite hard in the region of neck that might possibly sever the jaguar vein. She wanted that taste of blood in her mouth to enhance her appetite at the sexual apex.

At the end of the meeting while kissing goodbye, her warning was at the back of his mind and he made sure by feeling his neck that everything was intact and in its right place and no vein had been severed. He was given two weeks to consider the matter over and contact the lady whether he would like to carry that relationship forward.

Everyone looks at the world in a distorted way through the distortion of their minds, which is mostly subjective and the mind is like a revolving wheel, spinning with random thoughts and more you try control it, the more it spins under the pressure of emotive urges. He had learnt that truth a hard way and wanted to apply it in an objective way with her. He looked at her naked body from head to foot. She had long black hair, falling across the side of her face and onto her naked breasts. One breast was partially covered and the other hid under the canopy of her raven hair and the bed sheets.

He even felt a poetical trance in that composition, composed of hair and flesh, a juxtaposition of black on pink, a soothing energy issuing forth which compelled him to taste all the inviting flesh. He went around her mounds and slowly licked and kissed the base in a circular movement. His tongue slowly mounted the hill till it reached its peak when he took the nipple between his lips. She urged him to bite it and which he did gently but the lady was not pleased and told him to bite those hard to give her all the excitement due.

He was not sure as to greatly increase the strength of his bite, the danger being that he might sever the nipple from the body but did his best to apply reasonable force to his bite and the lady went into a sexual proxy with her body twisting and moving and soon her legs went up and grabbed his neck squeezing hard in making him suffocate. He cried with agony and sensing that she loosened her grip but mounted him with her legs astride his torso and started hopping to facilitate the on come of her orgasm. Suddenly she spread herself over his body agitated and reaching her apex. At the precise moment, he suddenly put his arm around and covered his neck. She bit hard into it making a gash on his arm and drank ensuing oozing blood. He felt a relief in saving his neck being bitten and possibly resulting in severing of his vein.

Making love under the open skies recalls the openness of space, with all its energies impinging on the bodies of the lovers but which most of the urban population had forgotten. Such a move was more spontaneous and lent variety to act of lovemaking. He suggested that and the lady readily agreed to that. She took him to various countryside locations by driving her car to those. The spirit of each location gave the process of lovemaking a different taste and varied intensity.

The whole thing lasted a few months and as with every routine, gradually the intensity began to sag and less and less personal fulfilment resulted in.

One evening he was returning home via the riverbank walkway and the mist over the waters began to rise, started enveloping the surroundings when everything became dark and depressing. He felt that beginning of some end was approaching.

You might ask about the end of the story. I can tell you, the man went to hospital for treatment for his injured arms with multiple bites and he was put on antibiotics to heal the infection. He did not get the gangrene as everyone expected.

How do I know? Because I was the man in the story.

Durlabh Singh © 2009.