little-self

ls workshop) Quest In Reality………-133

Exactly at 4.00 P.M. there was a sound of bell for dinner. Any serious activity in the house, starting from dinner onward was undertaken in natural way, so he too took off his clothes and proceeded to dinner. All were sitting cross legged on a thick carpet and in the center, were several trays of food stacked with fruits, salads and different kinds of roots. There was no distinction among them. Quality, sincerity, helpfulness, was the behaviors conspicuously displayed in their manners. There bodies were beautiful. It was difficult to put them in grades. Each one seemed to come out of the walls of Khajuraho (a place in India, where all the temples----built during 8th to 12th century AD----are adorned with nude sculptures). The scene was too real to believe.
All turned their eyes towards the incoming guest. They were beholding him the first time in natural attire, like them. His credentials were unbelievable to them. They had seen many contests of Mr. Universe but this specimen of manhood was unique. Some whistled, some groaned and others simply stared in disbelief and wonder.
‘Madam, your find is wonderful, really a gem of a man. Please don’t be selfish, let us have him sometimes.’
‘He is all yours. Have a go’. Before she could complete here sentence, all had encircled him and were kissing, caressing him, hungrily. But he seemed oblivious to their charms and was looking at Kamani, with loving glances.
‘O.K. girls you have had me enough, now to your meals. My recent experience with the world without has cooled my spirits. We can make our deal some other time.’ He was jokingly stalling them. But there was firmness in his behavior. They all got the message and let him free.
There was snowing outside. First time he noticed that the walls of the mansion were built with thick sheets of glass. Even the roof had been insulated. That is why, the inside temperature always remained around 25C.
While all had gone, he asked Kamani.
‘Please tell me if it is a fact that all of them have been through the body temperature at 1100 F.
‘Come with me.’ She led him to a spacious room which looked like a sleeping room, spaced with large beds, comfortably cushioned with stylish foams. Each bed could accommodate two occupants. Hanging in middle of each bed, were strange looking rods, as if for support. They were connected to a long range of machines fitted with electronic meters. On the side of each bed was place a computer, linked to the machines.
Kamani pressed some buttons on the machine and lay straight on the bed, nearest to door wall. She held the rods hanging above her chest and again pressed a button camouflaged in each rod. She felt a small jerk and immediately her body began to shine. Quickly she became red. Even her auburn hair turned red.
‘Now touch me’ she commanded.
He slowly touched her shoulder and in a split second he was lifted off his feet and smashed against the wall behind him. Quick reflexes saved him.
He again came near and began to touch her face. He began to kiss her. But she warned him through her looks.
‘Read the temperature of my body in that computer!’
He took the reading of 110 degree F.
‘Fantastic, my dear angel Kamani’! Saying he kissed her sensual lips but again was pushed back to the wall. But this time he was prepared. When he got up, Kamani was facing him.
‘O.K. you have burnt your lips, let me see your fingers. Oh, these are also burnt. I am sorry you had to go through it. But it was necessary to win your faith. Come on let me balm your blisters’. She put him on the same bed and was lovingly applying the balm of her saliva. He was enjoying the warmth of her body as if it had come direct from the oven. He loved her more.
Tbc…..