My Story Page 72: Game

“Let’s take our game deeper into sensitivity.” – she suggested me with an enthusiasm of a kid in her voice.

“How that?” – I was enjoying looking at her excited face.

“Let’s do that all what we would have done, had we been having sex together; but without touching each other.” – her voice had a chirp of a bird.

“Let’s start!” – and we moved on to the most intense enactment of a game that we were not to play at all.

We were breathing into each other’s mouth but our lips took care not to touch each other.

It was a maddening experience, but this madness had a great discipline of its own.

It was rather the most beautiful passion that I had felt in my body-mind system ever in my life.

My lips went forward toward her nipples.

I noticed she was keeping an eye on my lips as if they were the keen spectators of the most interesting game ever played on earth.

My breath hit her nipples.

She seemed to go out of her control for a moment, but then she immediately regained her composure and kept looking at my lips that were no less disciplined in keeping theirs!

What a game was it!

I was very interestedly noticing the movement in the nipples. They were not simply two pointed lumps of flesh, rather they had a greater role to play in this most creative of all the games on earth played by two crazy but creatively disciplined people.

They moved.

Up!

Still higher!

More!

A nice game!

I don’t know why, but the two pairs of our four eyes were continuously watching her nipples moving in space as if involuntarily on their own.

And as they reached a particular height, they started widening away from each other, still going up in the process further.

It immediately gave a tilt to her arms centering her hands toward her thumb rather than toward her small finger.

I looked at her eyes.

They had fire in them.

I noticed that her lower eyelids had risen considerably up to cover a large portion of her white below her round, black iris.

The upper eyelids had risen high up too, turning her eyebrows into a bow.

Her lips had gone thinner and wider.

She said she was feeling her head was lifting itself involuntarily, despite herself.

It was a total face-lift operation without any surgery turning her to be ‘the most beautiful woman on earth’ at that particular moment!

“Beauty is a dynamic phenomenon in action and not a static treasure in existence.” – I thought – “Beauty is the spirit of playing game!”

My eyes wandered lower on her body.

Her thoracic diaphragm was raised high up in the space taut like a stretched bow in its entire width tucking her abdomen below her naval beautifully in, highlighting the two lines separating it from the thighs going sharply down to her pubic hair.

Not only this, but her hips were pulled tightly back too; giving a real beautiful curve to her lower back while they themselves had gone wide leaving her anus un-squeezed contrary to it generally is kept by the people habitually, i.e., a squeezed one.

I saw the un-squeezing by making her repeat the procedure.

Her un-squeezed anus also tilted her legs including her thighs and her knees centering her feet toward her big toe rather than toward her small one.

Her entire body was looking like being raised in the air as if she were wearing high heels in her feet.

But her feet were bare!

All her thrust below her abdomen had centered on her pelvis, just behind her vagina shifting from in front of her anus where it was before she had jumped into playing the game we were in.

I went back and looked at her total body from a distance with an aesthetic appreciation in my eyes.

I had not seen such a beautiful woman on earth before, who till a few minutes back before she had plunged into playing this game was having nothing so extraordinary in her body, face and her total being the way it was.

The way it was and the way it turned to be were pointing to something of real importance in the human life that we live from moment to moment!