Bed of Roses
Day 1
It was drizzling outside, the ice cold drizzle. He took a deep breath and tried to fill his lungs with its soft coldness but it seemed like an attempt in vain, his lungs refused to expand and take in more chillness. It felt like they were already filled with no exhaust. He felt anxiety whirling inside his lungs which had started to choke his arteries, he felt sickness churning inside his stomach. He saw outside through a glass pane, the sky was weeping. His inner-self was cloudy too, dripping tears inside. He turned his look back towards the decorated bed. The room was dimly lit by scented candles. And the fresh rose-bouquets were placed on both side tables. The ambience was rife with romance but Love was missing inside. He threw a brief glance towards bed where she was still sitting, her back rested, donning her red silk night gown. Her face was down, she was silent and engrossed. It was his first wedding night and the night was not consummated yet.
He lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke, He wanted to suppress the anxiety that was whirling inside, billowing upward. The romance was seen rifted apart, divided into zones, unable to merge. Bridging was not the question, the question was the ability. The virility was at stake. The guilt started sprouting up its face and ready to fill the crevice.
Slowly, he came back towards the other side of the bed. Both were silent. The lips were zipped. He was under this huge weight of embarrassment and guilt. Even the bewilderment was astonished. He wanted to vanish into thin air just like this whirling smoke. It was a major downfall of his life. He kept thinking over details that had happened with him, couldn’t just escape the details what passed over him on the most important day of his life.
The newly untouched bride was sitting by him. Her red hued silky gown failed to cover her lecherous curves, her bare legs were so clear and smooth like candle wax, her calves were luring, each and every curve was lewdly exposed. He felt his groin a bit stirred but the thought of the embarrassment he felt a few minutes back surged through his body and left him to shudder.
“Never again… at-least tonight.” He thought.
“Take some rest” he said embarrassingly, a bit hesitantly.
“Let’s try again” she said like hopefully, this time facing him. He stabbed his cigarette in ash-tray and turned towards her. She was looking stunning. Her hair were beautifully braided. She was looking straight in his eyes. Something started stirring in him like a blood rushing through each and every part of his body. He felt the semi-erection fleetingly. By then she had started unbuttoning her gown… ready to lose herself tonight. The red silk was slipping through her bare tits and he was just beholding the innocent diva beauty. She was ravishing and her curves were quite exquisite.
The room had started exuding love in air and now the lust was becoming the bridge between the love fissures. He was fully erected and took a leap towards her. The desire to devour her in a single gulp was excruciatingly palpable through his groin and her eagerness to get filled with his love was imminent too. It was a moment they both wanted to get carried away. He was above her, groping her round breasts and slowly massaging them while looking in her eyes. He got fully turned on, and the night would be consumed. He started kicking his legs to throw out the trouser between his legs. She was waiting to get herself imbibed by him. He was struggling with his trouser. Every inch of her was desperate and he was getting distracted by her hair. Her body’s sensitiveness had reached to its pinnacle while he was still at the nadir point, distracted… desperately trying to get his groin awake. It was going flaccid again. The stiffness was fleeting and what was left there? Just a flabby guilt.
The moment had been passed over him, and she was still desirous. He sat like a stupid stone, looking downwards, perplexed… unable to understand… How could it be possible with him… today?
“May be its fatigue and sleep deprivation” He fumbled in a low voice. He didn’t know whether he was reassuring himself or her. But she understood.
“Don’t worry, get some sleep”
She had buttoned herself now and he felt the sickness surge through his stomach, something inside his stomach was twisting, and his stomach was crunching itself. He wanted to puke… just puke. He rushed towards the washroom. He was vomiting and outside the drizzling had turned into heavy downpour.
The dawn had arrived.
