Erotica 5- Decent Moods Of Love

5-9-16 short story 2 ADULT

I was sitting on the park bench
Watching bdsm
And she has come...

She is no one to me
But angry.

I was unable to hide myself
Nor to match her eyes.

I know myself
Never wrong.
But she is an Indian.

Even she was not
But her environment.

I am calm
I am quiet.

She stood in front of me
I asked her to sit
"Which was my... true dare"

She took my mobile
Opened lingerie
And said, 'This should be your limit'.

I agreed with a innocent nod.
By looking the way she transformed her anger to my desire.

I was left with no choice to deny or speak for myself.

She said "thank you".

I stopped her and asked her to spend some time
Which she agreed.

I was happy and started walking in park
Next on road.

On road,
A car driver was so rash
That he hit us.

"We were unable to fall in love"
It was blood of mine and her.

But none of us are dead!

She was not a kid to cry
Nor immature to say good bye.

Took me to the park
Behind a tree to kiss me.

The kiss I am thinking of now.