Here I am, Kalki from India.
Hello everyone. I get to do the next stories, yes stories because there is more than one put together covering some happenings from us here in India. It is my intention to lead up to end with the story we will call Sarvesh and his Harem.
(Update: - My friends had to help with some of these stories. Too much for this girl.)
Part One – A Lizamoa Special for Hamza.
It was sad when our guests left. This girl thought they had been so much fun. I think Amita took it hard too, as she was upset with the many tears at their leaving. I must confess to a few tears for myself as I hugged Peter for the last time. He is always the gentleman, bringing out a tissue to wipe the drops from my eyes.
Holding my shoulders with each hand, Peter told, “Cheer up, Kalki. We will be meeting online too.”
I tried to be brave and smiled back to him.
With a cheeky grin, he leaned closer so only I could hear, “And this time you'll be getting naked for me too.”
I laughed at that and gave him another quick hug.
“Maybe I will,” I whispered back to him.
He turned away, stepped over to Jenny, picked up little Carol with one arm and moved off with the others. We watched them disappear through the door and then saw their aircraft flying away towards the north.
But time goes on, the rhythm of life continues. Soon Katrina’s wedding and our visitors were drifting into the background. Sarvesh called another special weekend which we all attended. We were going through the various activities, going through the motions you might be saying. But Amita said it wasn’t the same and we agreed too. In the end, we ended up in the lounge watching a video. With our clothes on too! Can you believe that?
As time went by and we continued with the special weekends, things began to settle down. We developed new games to play, both inside and out, came up with new themes for our evenings or even whole weekends and there was always the trying of different sexual partners.
I always enjoyed these weekends for the sex I could share with other men. Don’t mistake me here, as I am very happy with my husband, Hamza. Even more, since he had learnt from the New Zealand men how to make having fun as part of sex. Letting me lead and trying new ways of doing it. Yes, this girl must be confessed by both of us that Peter and Jenny staying in our house had changed our sex life for the better.
So, taking sex with other men on the special weekends was always a big part of the activities and something, I myself, was enjoying the most. I have developed a taste for sex that is stronger than ever before and it was during these weekends that I could allow to let myself go and fully indulge my appetite for sexual activities.
I discovered that the men I know are all different and liked particular things and do sex in distinct ways. I learnt how to adapt and change myself to provide more fully enjoyment for my sexual partners and I also noticed that would they would change to provide for my sexual needs too. It had been good for this girl and opened her mind to many things. The giving and receiving, sharing with sex were mostly enlightening for me.
We heard rumours of other things happening concerning staff from the house but never knew much about them. Amita tells me there will be stories of this coming one day soon.