Split Personality

Split Personality-136

"Someone was fucking me. I have been enjoying so much pleasure and you disturbed me."

"Better than I also?" he laughed.

"I cannot say it is so." She put her both hands around his neck and kissed on his lips. In fact the fucking in his hands was so much good better than the pleasure she enjoyed in anyone else' hands but she did not want to say so to him. "But it was some fucking, I was enjoying some pleasure and I just did not want to be deprived of it." she yawned heavily.

"If I fuck you now give you pleasure can feel happy forgetting that disappointment being deprived of your dream fucking!" then he put his right hand straight on her right breast and squeezed that.

"Okay that is!" she laughed, crooned even more into him and kissed on his both cheeks but suddenly there came a serious expression into her face. "But it was not like a dream. It was so much real, so much real as if took place in my life at one time."

"You said you have experience with some guys. It was just someone's fucking to you, you just remembered it like that. Don't think about it too much!" he always felt odd why he was not feeling otherwise even he knew that she has multiple sexual experiences before.

"It was not just that!" when she tried to relive from his hold and sit, quite reluctantly he allowed that. "It was just like a very first time experience to me and I was not even a woman by that time. It was the fucking in the hands of fifty years or so aged man with a cleanly shaved head on a river bank."

"A cleanly shaved head? Did he say his name?" Viswanadh also sat beside her and looked into her face with knitted brows.

"There was no exchange of such things. I think we both were known to each other quite well."

"I already said to you people that some man accosted me on the road suddenly on one day ........." Viswanadh tried to say something more.

".......he was fifty years or so aged, has a cleanly shaving head and said some strange things to you. I still can remember!" she said with gathered frowns. "You said he said his name as Charakka."

"Yes, he said his name was Charakka. You remembered it better than I" there was brightening in his face.

"That means that Charakka fucked you when you were just a girl and you remembered it like this?" frowns gathered on the face of Viswanadh also.

"We have to take it like this I think." Evalla nodded her head. 'Doing better than anyone did so far.' She thought in herself. She could not forget the pleasure she enjoyed on that day in his hands.

"You were manipulated...." Viswanadh said suddenly with an angry expression in his face. "........you were manipulated by so many men from your very childhood itself. Your having experience in that even before becoming a woman is the proof to it."

"What is the surprise? If so far whatever I have remembered are true, I born in a prostitute's family and supposed to become a prostitute."

"Even then too........" Viswanadh's face was still angry. ".....fucking a girl even before she become a woman is wrong and nasty."

"Oh, I must say one thing! Whatever feeling you may get I just want to be frank with you. Even I am feeling hate on myself for that, I just want to express only truth to you." suddenly there was a distressing expression in her face.

"My feeling on you is just the same whatever you may express at me." He kissed on her lips straight and said. "Just pour your heart and relieve yourself."

"No one ever has taken advantage of me; in fact I have taken advantage of the situations to satisfy my urge. I always feel too much of it and want to get it satisfied in some way or the other. On that day also, I am sure, he did not force himself on to me and I would have invited him to do that. It was appearing I enjoyed every bit of it."