Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Merlyn opened her eyes and wished she hadn't. Because the first thing she saw was Hemant.
Not Hemant himself, but his photograph on the bedside table. The framed picture of the two of them laughing together at some forgotten joke.
It was taken while on their trip to Lakshwadeep, the time they'd gone scuba-diving with Prahlad and his gang. That was where they had met. Where they had fallen in love. And where they had made love for the first time.
Just looking at it now brought back memories. And like the cat in the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical that Hemant and she had seen together in London on another memorable trip, Merlyn felt as if some part of her had died alongwith those happy memories of her and Hemant and the time they had shared.
She brushed away the sudden moisture that stung her eyes, surprised at her own weakness. Get over it, woman, she told herself fiercely, rising and going about her morning toilet mechanically.
But perhaps 24 hours was a bit too soon to get over a relationship that had filled her life for close to three years.
She forced herself to think of something else. She also resolved to remove that bedside picture. Better still, she told herself, brushing her teeth angrily, don't just remove it. Replace it. Removing it would leave a blank spot on the table to match the blank space in her chest. She had to replace it with a picture of her with another man. Visualization, that was what it was all about. Forget the past, visualize the future. Me with a man who really cares, and who's worth my caring about him.
As she pulled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable tee shirt -- it was a Sunday after all -- she found herself thinking of the man she had met the last evening.
Arif Merchant.
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