Love/Lust Letter to an Indian Lady

May love, the disquieter, disquiet thee.
With the sweet, golden arrow of Kama do I pierce thee in the heart.
The arrow, winged with longing, barbed with love,
Whose shaft is undeviating desire
With that, well aimed, Kama shall pierce thee in the heart
Consumed by burning passion, with slack mouth
Do thou, woman, come to me
With thy pliant pride laid aside
Mine alone
Speaking sweetly
And to me
Devoted.

ANCIENT INDIAN EROTICS AND EROTIC LITERATURE, translated(1959)by SUSHIL KUMAR DE, Professor Emeritus , Jadavpar University Calcutta and Honorary Fellow , Royal Asiatic Society.
Adapted by DominantStranger

I recite these words daily in a deep, resonant voice reaching out for you.
Calling to you from my soul
Dreaming of the soft, brown lustre of your skin,
Holding the full, generous, lushness of your curves
Leaning close to wide, delicate mouth under proud curving nose
My lips parting yours as our tongues dance an ancient dance
My hands dropping possessively to the fullness of your bottom
Hefting, squeezing separating, worshipping, owning
Pressing my hard white cock against your earth mother brown thighs
Inhaling the ancient scent and spice of your arousal and submission.
Unable to resist my hand coming up to fondle the full soft grace of your bosom
Stripping the sari from you, no longer able to contain my lust and ardour
Gasping at the full dusky delight of your soft full brown paradise
Drawn to the chocolate, suckable toppings on your sweet mammaries
Devouring greedily, reveling in the sweet taste of texture of your temptations
I remove your saree, unwrapping you
You are my present, my past and my future
You stand naked before me
Taking your hand, leading to my bedroom.
At my instruction you light candles and scents
And lie back naked upon my bed
I strip my garments as I look down on your shy smile
I lie beside you, the contrast between our skin is intoxicating
I like on top of you
We embrace
We kiss deep
As deep as the ocean
Lips gliding across each other
Tongues revisiting their sensuous, urgent dance
I lift my head
Between a look of lust and love
Of dominance
And submission
I taste again your chocolate nipples
More gently this time, reveling in your cooing murmurs
My lips begin to trace a path downward
Taking every moment to savour and explore
Your succulent, fragrant folds
Yet driven by the aroma of your lust
To meet my succulent quest
Hidden beneath
The unfashionably
Thick black tangle of your bush
I place my hands on your thighs under your knees
And push
Exposing you further
Indecently erotic
My faces inches from the curving pinkish brown
Of your lips
Gazing at your most intimate privacy
Inhaling your hunger
Your hands at the back of my head
Pulling me home
Revelling in your soft, sweet wetness
My tongue and lips tasting your
Hungry brown pussy
Licking and sucking
Tasting your sweet honey
My lips vibrating as my humming voice
Is a soundtrack
For the vibrations all over your sex
And now gently, teasingly,
On your clit
Your moans and whimpers
Tell me this is what you need
And then your hands, your bucking movements
Telling me that my Desi girl needs more
She needs my cock,
Her Master’s cock
I play the big head over your tender lips
Teasing you, both of us reveling in the power dynamic
Your sweet beautiful face contorted with lust and need
“Please . . .”
Even in this single word the chirp of your accent turns me on.
Every fibre in my body wants to ram it in so hard and I do
In slow motion
My hands reaching up under your body to grasp your shoulders
Marveling at the contrast of my pink fingers on your brown skin
As my pink cock moves deeper and deeper into you
Like a heat seeking missile
But primally slow
Inch by inch as your hot tunnel welcomes me and your juicy pink brown and grey lips part and moisten
Like a river
My cock so much bigger than indian men you have known
Feels like a tree trunk inside of you
As my groin meets yours
My balls slapping between your cheeks
Feeling the wet lushness of your forest
Both of us know that I am so deep inside you
That you will feel me there always
We hang in space our faces beaming to each other
So much love
So right
So white man in brown woman wrong about it
And then I begin to move back
For another thrust
As the tree trunk stretches you again
I growl your name
And as you whimper mine
My pelvis rocks into yours
Your breasts heaving and quivering
Your chocolate nipples dancing in ecstasy
I pound into you again
“Do you like that?
“Oh, God, yes.”
God, your accent turns me on.
“Is this what you need?”
My ass is rocking now as I ram into you.
“Oh, God, yes . . .”
You say my name again.
“You like my cock?”
“Yes, I love your cock . . .”
I am fucking with you with a primal rhythm.
You lift your ass and I slide my hand behind you, my finger unerringly finding the sweet hidden pucker between your cheeks, hot and sweaty it welcomes my finger.
A dam seems to break inside of you.
“Fuck me . . . fuck me . .. .fuck me with your hot white cock in my brown cunt . . .”
We both cum.
Your orgasm is a thing of beauty your body shudders in earthly delight, moaning, a goddess in heat.
I roar like a lion and splash inside of you, a stallion, breeding you merging our cultures, white hot lava cum deep in my true love’s womb.
As we lie back lady, your raven hair splayed across my pillow, we talk intimately and tell each other our most precious secrets.

Later, I kiss you tenderly, gently, on the lips and pad into the bathroom.
As I stare into the mirror I have a sudden intense image of you on all fours.
I take a blue pill.
“I think the next act is going to get a bit more primal,” I say to the mirror.
I move back into the bedroom, cuddle up with you, and begin to whisper in your ear.
“I have to confess something to you,” I say.
You tense slightly.
“What is it?”
I am hesitant, unsure. “I have this deep need,” I say.
I stop.
“For what?” You are breathless.
I take a deep breath.
“I have this great need,” I say . . .
“Yes?” you are almost in tears of curiosity and anticipation.
“I have this great need to whisper into a woman’s ear!”
There is a miniscule pause before your laughter bubbles out of you like a fountain.
We laugh together.
It’s good.
Perfect.
I begin to whisper in your ear again.