Trisha And I – Bedlocked!
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Greetings to all! Get started reading my experience, I take the responsibility of providing you a glimpse into the power of honesty and love-making. April 2 Today is my wedding night– the day I had fantasized all my teenage, all my early twenties, at 26 here I am, getting ready to be wed-locked. It’s 6PM and guests would soon start coming for the wedding function. Dear diary, I would get in touch with you soon. April 3 10PM Dear Diary, I’ve become a husband. Yes. Still can’t believe, in the presence of the elders and the holy fire, my wife and I took the vows to spend the thicks and thins together for the rest of our lives. It was a nice feeling when Trisha looked into my eyes after I put the Mangalsutra around her neck. Her eyes were innocent like that of a child. She didn’t need words to express how happy she was, that momentary eye-lock conveyed feelings better than words could ever had. The ceremony ended at 6 in the morning today. Except close relatives, other guests had left, after blessing us, by then. By 5 PM all the relatives had left. It was only three of us now; my mother, Trisha, and I. We are really tired, Trisha is sleeping by my side, I’m dizzying. Good Night! April 12 Dear Diary, Got busy with work and opening gifts in the past nine days. Trisha and I have decided to have our maiden love-making after thirty days. Shocked? We want our first night as physical lovers memorable. In order to do that, we have opted for this choice. We will try to know each other better in these thirty days, we hope that will play a big role for the night. May 13 A wonderful month it had been. I came to know about Trisha’s likes, her mindset, and her beautiful soul. She is so honest. She is shy. She is a bit nervous about today. She never had a boyfriend. She comes from a traditional Hindu Brahmin family. I’m glad she is mine. I have broken the first shackles of her shyness by giving her this to do list for tonight. I literally mean the last line, I wrote it on a paper and gave it to her. It reads: Dear Trishna, Today is the night I had fantasized about more than anything else till now. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. Don’t be shy, be honest, let me know how would you want me to deal with you tomorrow night. Here are my little requests to you, they will serve as spices, for tomorrow night: 1. We’ll have dinner at 9PM sharp tomorrow. 2. I would want you to wear your favourite dress. 3. You won’t enter the room until 11PM. That’s it. Do you have anything to demand? Yours Akshat. I left this paper on the dining table and left for office. I received her text a couple of hours later: ” No demands. :) ” It’s 6 PM and I’m leaving for home. May 14 Hi Diary! This is Trisha, your master’s wife. I can’t be as sweet as him but please accept me as your friend. I’m here to share with you, our last night– or should I say our first night? Akshat returned at 6:42 PM from office, yesterday. Yes, 6:42 PM! How my eyes could get off the clock yesterday? He took shower, did his daily evening woship, and then came and sat next to me in the living room. He asked how my day had been? I told him it was good, I had a gentle smile. We finished our dinner by 9:45 and then he stood to leave for the bedroom, and asked me if I remembered when I was supposed to enter. I said 11 almost reflexively, he smiled and went inside. You easily develop such reflexes if you read the to dos more than ten times in half a day. I entered into the room a few seconds earlier, my heart was beating faster than normal. Vow! The lights were off but there was no darkness. The yellow flames of the candles illuminated the room. The blue bed sheet seemed almost black in that illumination. But we could see each other clearly. He put his hand around my shoulders and escorted me to the bed. I sat. In a feeble voice he asked me to lie down on my back. I did. My heart beating harder. I guess same was the case with him. But the difference was -I was a bit shy, he wasn’t, he was as confident as he is when he defends his clients in the courtroom– he is a lawyer. He got onto the bed and leaned closer to me. He complemented at my looks. He expressed in his deep romantic voice how beautiful I looked in my favorite dress– my red silk saree. He didn’t care to switch on the air conditioner. Even the fan was off. That was his choice. I had least to do with the AC and the fan, the Indian summer seemed insignificant at this point of time. He placed a gentle short kiss on my forehead. “Sexiest lips I have ever witnessed” said he, and in the flash of a second placed his soft lips on mine or …in mine…what to say. God! It felt so nice. My shyness started to melt off and soon we were exchanging our lips- passionately and crazily! I pulled him over me and we were in each others’ arms, still dressed. We kissed. He kissed my neck, my ears. I was simply enjoying the warm touch of his lips all over my neck. My hands were caressing his hair. “Akshat I love you so much”, I said as I gasped for breath. The dam of patience was broken by this time. He removed his T- Shirt and started undressing me. My saree and the rest of my clothes parted off my body. I was lying naked. He glanced all over me expectantly. Ultimately, I was his. He had every right to do that. His tongue started to explore the area below my neck and he kissed every possible place of mine. He threw off the last pieces of his clothes, which were but a hindrance to us. Which were inhibiting us to feel each other more intimately, more fully, more deeply! Here was that moment. Just before taking away my virginity he looked briefly into my eyes, his eyes seemed unearthly– they were brimming with lust. He must had noticed the same in mine. There were only moans and sounds after that. We were into the deepest caves of romance, we didn’t care about the world, we didn’t notice how profusely both of us had been sweating. But I did hear some words from his mouth, which I never imagined my gentleman hubby could ever use for me. I loved to be addreesed like that and I shall ever. The candles were melting, so were we. The competition was– who would last longer, the candles or we? You know what- we did, multiple times! Take care dear Diary! Thank you for your time and attention. An honest relationship with a sense of respect and care for your partner multiplies your union infinitely, believe me!