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Sex, scents and some secrets - Part II

Do you have the ‘dragon’ moves that would make a woman open up? Different tricks work for different types…


So we settled down in our chairs in Swapna’s room. I had a presentation to make the next day and Swapna had to work on some customer proposal. I finished my work first. Well, it took double the time due to my frequent and stealthy appreciation of her smooth cheeks. But she was concentrating on her work.

Swapna has hundreds of men as friends. Even her simplest coughs in facebook would be ardently theorized by tens of them. I had been curious to know what makes her tick, how she keeps these men at fence, her vulnerabilities, her sensitivities, her love life, sexual habits…

I asked Swapna if she would like to take a break and see some magic. I was sure that would work, knowing her frivolous inner child. Bingo! She moved away from her laptop and got ready to be amused. Clapping, wowing and cooing, she insisted on learning some of the tricks herself. So I had to teach by holding her hands and thereby breaking the physical barrier between us. Of course, I had to remind myself that I am the writer here and she is my subject.

I took a pen, held her palm in mine and started asking the questions.

“What is your favorite color?”
“What is your favorite pet?”
“What appeals to you the most – sea, mountains or forests?”


For every answer, I am drawing some strange marks on her palm. Hoping that I would come out with some predictions, Swapna was innocently answering everything.

“How tall is your boyfriend?”

She wonders a bit “Which one?” But she blurts the answer out. And clarifies later that she is not exclusive with him though.

A few such questions later, it finally turns into something exciting.

“What is your favorite sexual position?”


At which point, Swapna says she doesn’t know.

“You mean, your boyfriend is a gay or something?”

“I guess not”

“You GUESS?… you mean…. Uh, you both…. Well?”

The secret that she shared is what triggered me to write about her.

“Mmm.... I am 33 years old, there were a lot of men in my life. And I AM A VIRGIN. Thats how I keep it”.

And when I recovered, I murmured the last question, “What is your favorite soap?”. She says something and I tell her to go and wash her palm with that. She did unleash a few blows on me.

And when I left her about an hour later, she still remained a virgin.

*** Inspiration : Pleasure section of Suketu Mehta’s book Maximum City.

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  1. Ehmmmm.... somehow reading part II felt like a disconnection in term of the style of writing... Felt like there's a rush to quickly kill Swapna... Not much of the sense of anticipation built like part I...

    Nevertheless... quite doubtful that a lady of 33 would just announce to the world "I'M A VIRGIN"
    A lady of Swapna's nature would be rather subtle like "I don't believe in sex before marriage" or "I don't make it a habit of jumping into a man's bed"...

    Could your raging hormone swallowed her subtlety in a way?

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  2. Rose, yes, your assessment of the subject's nature is a bull's-eye hit. Preoccupied and restless, i just went about rolling this out. What I can say... I can hardly disagree with any of your points.

    Thanks a lot for the critique, will keep them in mind.

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