
I am very inquisitive person; I always wonder how those beautiful and sexy women could be in my arms, what could turn them on? Is there anything apart from my look, brain or money; which can turn them on? Because that is what I don’t have…!!! Is every time a man has to check her out or she also scans us inside and out? Who decides the pick man or woman? Who says first “Hold me Thrill me”
The second thing what I was wondering about is what is the secret about the lesbian sex? How girls really turn each other on – and how both girls can bring their skills into the bedroom? The lesbian porn what we see on the Net, full of straight girls, fake-orgasm after 45 seconds, but I think we are getting wrong idea when it comes to how two women have sex? There are so many questions wandering in my mind and only one person can answer or rather to only one person to whom I can ask without any hesitation is my NRI girlfriend Kanta Pushkar from LA…!!!
She walked out of the arrival gate of Mumbai International airport, she is tall, perfect vital stats, not fair, not beautiful, dusky but glowing skin, big bright eyes, she was wearing baby pink cotton trouser, white top, baby pink scarf around her neck, white sandals, well groomed hairs, highlighted flicks, diamond studded Cartier watch on her left wrist, she walked straight towards me gave me tight hug, she was wearing some expensive perfumes, that really turned me on – I put her suitcase in the boot and both jumped into my new Ford Figo, she looked at me smiled and said “hmm American Car” and I quickly replied back “yup that is for my American babes” and we both laughed.
It was 4 in the morning, she was visiting her parents at Lucknow on 8 am flight from the Santa Cruz domestic airport, to kill the time, I parked my car into nearby 5 star hotel, we went into coffee shop and took a corner table in smoking zone, order a pot of coffee and some grilled sandwiches, she lighted her Marlboro lights, inhaled deeply down her throat and blew the smoke on my face, I was staring at her, smiling and nodding “smoking too much” she laughed and said “than what do I do? I am divorcee for 10 years, no kids and loneliness kills” her eyes got moist she looked away from me, I put my hands on her hand and consoled her “it’s okay, cool down babes” and she laughed and cried and I hold her tightly and quickly she gathered her wit, she composed herself and asked “tell me what’s up” and I asked the questions which was haunting me from long time “What turns you woman on?” she laughed loudly, the coffee and sandwiches was served on the table, she looked straight into my eyes…..and replied;
“Surely, it is not money, that is the misconception, imagine what happens when your money is spent and when your car has run out of fuel, it finally rests in your hands; the touch is the most basic, most primitive form of human interaction. Before we learn to speak, we communicate by touching, as we grow older and society tightens its grip around your psyche, we learn to underestimate the power of a simple touch. I can’t stand a man who offers just the tip of his fingers a livery handshake. But then I don’t want to put my hand into a walnut cracker either, I like a warm, firm, brief, but full-handed handshake”.
“Hands play the man-woman mating game. It does not matter how far and where those hands will travel on woman’s body, but if they do, it is because the woman liked the way they looked and felt even in that first handshake”. She paused for a while, I lighted my Classic Mild, I lifted my coffee mug and took sip, she took a bite of her grilled sandwich with some extra chili sauce and she continued….
“It might seems odd but I waited for the moment you to reaches for the coffee mug, if you hasn’t hooked your index finger and middle fingers into and through the handle, curled them upwards and sealed them with an authoritative thumb, than you are dud. For me, a man’s fingers are like the talons of a falcon. Rough, sure, powerful”. I looked at her with a question in my eyes and she continued “if you can’t hold a coffee mug well what the hell you going to do with me”? And I laughed a loud saying “I cannot imagine what you says” I puffed my Classic Mild with tip facing my palm and she said “It is strange, but I find it sexy, looking your cigarette tip facing your palm, as if you are flirting with fire in more ways than one and that is a power of touch without touching a woman.”
She continues “for me sexy man has warm hands – winter, summer, rain, he can melt me and turn me into helpless mush. That man is a raging furnace and I want to be consumed by that heat.” She laments “the biggest turn-on for me is the restrained touch of a man, when I know his hands are so strong that they can turn into weapons of destruction and yet when they caress my skin, they are tender and gentle. I feel that potent, leashed energy coiled up in those fingers and it so makes me crave more.”
The waiter served the bill, I signed my credit card voucher and she describes “My eyes take on a glazed look when I see a man, who needn’t even be very nattily dressed, wield a pen. Masterful strokes across the paper, when you signed and that what makes me think of strokes of an entirely different nature and that is the effect a single touch can have on women, who have the evolutionary upper hand when it comes to being selective about the power of their mates.”
She continues “Every man must realize that the human female is a soft creature and that her skin is silk. That’s where texture matters the most. If rough hands are warm as toast, they can turn any woman on”…!!!
She snapped back to reality, quickly drove off, flushed and embarrassed with her ended up the story “I haven’t been able to forget those hands. They keep coming to me, waking and dreaming. I am divorcee but no hands gave me pleasure of the unimaginable kind. Absolutely, that is the latent power at your disposal. Your hands speak a million words. And your hands are those that can – in one look for a woman – give pleasure or promise pleasure”…!!!
I asked her my next question the secret about a Lesbian sex?
“I had my first encounter of Lesbian sex few years back, when I was travelling from LA to New York with my office colleague Anne, we were sharing same hotel room and same bed as well, that night we finished full bottle of red wine and both got drunk, it was cold outside, I just removed my clothes and got into the bed naked, till then, I didn’t know that Anne was lesbian, she took the advantage of the situation and started exploring my body and before I try to resist, she came over me and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips….and I surrendered, kiss is the first step in turning woman on next morning when we woke up naked, I was embarrassed, but looking back it was hot because it was new and forbidden and sexy”.
Today apart from Anne I have few other women partners” she poured coffee for herself and continued “May be part of the reason oral sex is so important to lesbians is that it’s where they excel, basically girls can grind up against anything and get off – a knee, a hand, whatever” she was shy admitting “I love being fingered” and she looked down, playing with the spoon and continued “but not before I am properly kissed and licked, dryness is the roots of all evil for straight sex as much as lesbian sex”
“Anne like our heads at the same end of the bed; One of us will be on top so that we can be chest to chest and able to kiss and touch, but we all position ourselves for maximum stimulations, we ride each other missionary, just like you do with a guy. I think it is instinctual, because we are so familiar with how the female body works, the keys are taking your time, reading her reactions, and making sure everything’s is wet” and then she got up saying ”is enough for today or else we both have to check-in in the hotel and cancel my flight ticket”
We got into the car and she advised looking at me “so next time when you hold a pen, turn a handle, or clasp a hand, pause and think; will your touch turn her on, or drive her away”? She put her head on my shoulder; I knew she was crying and I let her, I drove her at departure gate of domestic terminal, I put her bag on trolley, she hugged me and walked away, I saw her passing through the gate and then she disappeared, I got into my car back home.
Author’s note: Some of the content in this post has elaborated expressions, it is not intentional but to understand the expressions correctly of Untold Truth – I apologize for the same.










