At first I thought it was platonic. I liked her company and enjoyed talking to her. We all used to go out together on trips and outings. She has a pretty photogenic face and has a rich variety of expressions and poses that came out spontaneously. This made her my favourite subject for photography - especially the candid ones. It was even more fun sharing those snaps with her. The looks on her face when she used to see those candid pictures used to be priceless.
I can't figure out the point in time since when my liking for her turned carnal. It is not that I intend to make this into a full-blown affair with her. Her husband is a very good friend of mine and they both make a very good pair. But when alone, I can't keep myself from imagining me and her together. She is very sensuous. There is something very erotic about the way she walks. The day she had come to one of our parties, dressed in a red saree. She was seated just next to me and had set my pulse to an elevated level. I couldn't help noticing her lovely navel through the translucence of the silk. I think this could well have been the day when I started feeling sexual about her. Perhaps she knows about my silent admiration for her. Perhaps she also has the same feelings for me. Or perhaps I am just day-dreaming and taking cues from her making eye-contacts with me for a wee bit longer and her tendency to more often sit next to me in any gathering or party. Maybe those are very false cues. I don't know and I don't care. But my love and carnal desire for her is for real.
There is absolutely nothing obscene about her. She is well-dressed and carries herself very gracefully. But you know, men will be men. Can't help admiring a good shapely feminine figure.
I can't figure out the point in time since when my liking for her turned carnal. It is not that I intend to make this into a full-blown affair with her. Her husband is a very good friend of mine and they both make a very good pair. But when alone, I can't keep myself from imagining me and her together. She is very sensuous. There is something very erotic about the way she walks. The day she had come to one of our parties, dressed in a red saree. She was seated just next to me and had set my pulse to an elevated level. I couldn't help noticing her lovely navel through the translucence of the silk. I think this could well have been the day when I started feeling sexual about her. Perhaps she knows about my silent admiration for her. Perhaps she also has the same feelings for me. Or perhaps I am just day-dreaming and taking cues from her making eye-contacts with me for a wee bit longer and her tendency to more often sit next to me in any gathering or party. Maybe those are very false cues. I don't know and I don't care. But my love and carnal desire for her is for real.
There is absolutely nothing obscene about her. She is well-dressed and carries herself very gracefully. But you know, men will be men. Can't help admiring a good shapely feminine figure.
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