I hadn't seen his face in years. When we called it off, our calls and addictive texting sessions too came to a halt. He moved to Australia, while I worked in Mumbai. We were college sweethearts but we decided to move on and chase our dreams.
It was only after a couple of years that one of our friends planned a college reunion party at his place. I assumed that my ex was still in Australia, until I surprisingly bumped into him at the party. My heart skipped a beat as he shook my hand. Even though we were mixing with different groups of friends, occasionally, our eyes met. I decided to head to the balcony to get some air and clear my head. As I turned back to go inside, I found him standing right there.
Time, distance, memories...none of that mattered. Our bodies remembered each other's touch. I held back a little at first, and he pulled me closer to him after wrapping his arms around my waist. I came undone as he pressed his lips on mine and began to run his hands all over my body. It felt like old times. I moaned softly into his ear, and couldn't stop nibbling on his neck and kissing every part of him my lips could reach. A knock on the door interrupted our rendezvous but it was far from over. I landed up crashing at his place later only to wake up into his arms the next morning...
2. The Engraved Memory
Some people just leave an imprint on your soul. Something that you can't erase or let go of, no matter how much you try.
Every time I saw him, my heart went berserk in my chest. When he talked to me, I could look at nothing but the movement of his soft lips. Needless to say, when I found out he actually liked me, I couldn't hide the smile on my face and the passion in my eyes.
'I like you too,' I told him. That night, he came closer and placed his hands on my waist. Oh, it was electric... I couldn't wait for him to take off my dress, the only thing left in between his skin and mine. When he did, it was like magic, so raw and beautiful. His touch was exactly how I had imagined it would be and still more. Strong, frenzied and burning but comfortable at the same time.
When we lay on the bed later that night, our bodies so close, we could feel the heat, still surrounding us... I knew him for what he was for me, an imprint of sorts. The kind I would never want to erase.
3. 3 Years Of Passion
He was my best friend and my roomie's ex... It could not have been more complicated, really. He had never looked at me that way, but that didn't mean that I had stopped fantasizing about him or that my inappropriate dreams had stopped.
One day he came over to my place, unannounced, with a bottle of vodka. 3 shots down, he came close to me and placed his lips on mine. He withdrew and looked into my eyes, for approval. Of course...I was more than ready. I had been waiting for this. I didn't understand what had brought it on, but I was beyond asking questions by this point. I just wanted more of him.
That night, 3 years of passion, desire and patience came undone and it felt like the most natural, most intimate form of love I had ever experienced.