(This is going to be quite a long story. Make sure you have enough time to read it. Also this story is not for people below the age of 18.)
"What is this place? What have we come here for?" began Krish for the millionth time.
"Krish darling, please. I told you I have some important work here." I replied. I hadn't told him what sort of work it was, though.
The train journey had been hectic. I had failed to get AC tickets and we sweltered in the March heat.
Krish and I have known each other for a year. We were not married but living together as a couple. We loved each other a lot.
We got down from the train at the right spot. It was half past one at noon.
"Kollam?" asked Krish reading the board on the platform. "What work do you have here?".
"Why? Do you know this place?"
"No. I don't. But this is too much. Forcing me to take leave from work and not even telling me why."
"You will soon know." I replied.
We came out of the railway station and tried to find a taxi. Atlast we got into a Ambassador taxi and headed for Cambay Resort.
Cambay Resort, was the biggest hotel in Kollam. The place was epic huge.
We paid the taxi driver off and wheeled our luggage in at the reception.
"I had booked a room for two under the name of Krishna Venugopalan. Can you please show us our room?"
"Certainly. One second please." the receptionist replied.
"Why did you book the room under my name?" Krish complained. I ignored him.
I filled a form that the receptionist gave me.
The receptionist gave a key to a young man who led us up the lifts to our room.
The room was magnificent. No other word could describe it. It had a king size bed with curtain screens on all four sides, a LED TV, a nice couch and best of all, a magnificent dressing table like the ones in beauty salons. My eyes glowed when I saw the dressing table. Thats what would play the most important role today.
I tipped the young man and closed the door. Krish sat down on the bed with a huge sigh.
"Nice room. And you still won't tell me what you wanted to do here... And that huge suitcase too..." he mumbled.
"Chill out dear. Its just for two days. Why dont you just sleep for some time? Just think of this as something like a honeymoon."
Krish grinned.
"Come on. Gimme a hug." He stretched out his hands.
I hugged and kissed him on the cheek. And we rolled together on the bed playfully as he caressed my
breasts.
"You will be tired. Just have a little nap okay? We can have fun later." I told him.
"OK." And he rubbed my smooth skinned arms as he gave a huge yawn. He certainly was sleepy.
I smiled and laid his head on the pillow and kissed him on the forehead. I love him so much.
I glanced at the clock. It was nearly half past one. I would need to start working soon enough. I switched on the TV and flicked through the channels. I love channels like Fox Traveller, History TV and TLC. And I love Nigella Lawson a lot.
After almost 45 mins I switched off the TV and got up. Time to get to work.
I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror rubbed my penis lightly.
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My name is Karthik Ravichandran. I am 24 years old and I work at Bangalore. I met Krish a year ago, when I came back from California after doing my PG at Stanford University. We live in the same room. After two months of sleeping seperately he confessed to me that he liked men. I couldn't have been happier. I had discovered true love.
I had never revealed to him that I had been a crossdresser since the age of 9. Nor that I had learnt makeup artistry while living in California. I wanted it to be a surprise.
I rubbed my somewhat hard penis a little bit. It got erect when I was fantasizing Krish being my husband.
I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water and added some of my scented oil to it. Due to regular care, I am fair with a smooth and hairless body. I maintain my skin perfectly. I didn't need a shave either as I had waxed my skin just two days ago.
I came out of the bath smelling beautifully of roses. The dressing table was away from the bed where Krish was sleeping and he wouldn't be able to see me at all.
I opened my large suitcase. Inside were the products I had started buying since last month for the occasion tonight. Lots of products for my Makeover.
I first wore a condom. It wouldn't do good to accidentally ejaculate and ruin such a costly saree. Then I wore a gaff. I doubted whether I needed it since my penis wouldn't be visible under my saree. Still, I wore it.
I wore a panty next. Nothing special there. The usual lace panties. My penis hadn't become erect at all, since panties are pretty normal for it.
I wore a NuBra next. This isn't your average bra. I had bought this online.It is a special bra for making cleavage. No straps at the back. You just paste each leaf on your breast and bring the little buckle at front together and voilá, cleavage. I had breasts large enough to create a decent cleavage. It looked quite cute actually.
I wore the blouse and the petticoat next. White petticoat and white blouse with sleeves up till the elbow and a decent back cut. I have this really awesome tailor at Bangalore who is more of a relative and in fact , introduced me to cross dressing. When I was 9, she had made a pavada chatta for a client and wanted to try it on me when I went to her shop to get one of my mother's sarees mended. I looked beautiful in it. Ever since I have been fascinated with women's clothing and makeup. In my teenage years I had become more serious about cross dressing. My parents knew this and they weren't against it as they had wanted a daughter too. My mom even used to call me Anjali. Cross dressing helped me get good marks actually. I felt it much nicer to study when I came home, changed into a nice pavada dhavani or a skirt and top, wore a few jewels, bindi and a little eye makeup. I had a separate wardrobe for my male and female clothes. I even used to help my mother in the kitchen. And while at California, I took a Makeup Artist course from a leading beauty franchise. Beautiful memories...
I was planning a rich, socialite look and I had the required dress and Jewellery for it.
I threw a dry towel over my blouse and took out the entire makeup kit of mine. I own only the best of products.
In a few moments the entire table was dumped with cosmetics. Then I looked at the mirror and WHAT THE?!
Oh shit. I had forgotten to tweeze my eyebrows even though I had gone to the salon two days ago to wax my skin and get a facial done. They were not too thick but definitely not feminine.
Luckily I found some Fevistik at the bottom of the suitcase. I glued down the eyebrows and hid them using a Concealer. Then I used eyeliner to draw eyebrows. Looked good.
I put liquid foundation all over and then the powder foundation. Then I brushed the toner powder all over. I also hid the light darkness due to beard stubs and made my chin area smooth. I was careful not to overdo the makeup. Beauty is all about the perfect match. Some people fail to realize it.
I fanned my makeup using a magazine that was lying nearby. Once it had dried, I began my eye makeup. I applied some mascara first and shaped my eyelashes.Then came eyeliner. I applied three layers of eye shadow, a white one at first then a light grey and after that, a layer of glitter. And I blended it with the skin. Perfect. Then I applied eyeliner and rimmed my eyes with kajal.
I took out the fake lashes and stuck them on and put a little mascara on them too. My eyes were perfectly feminine.
I then applied a little pink blush on my cheeks and blended it. Too much of blush looks gross. I also lightly highlighted my cheek bone with raiser powder.
I used a neutral colored lipstick because dark colors do not go well with a white saree. I finished it with lipgloss.
My face was done.
I put a little toner over my exposed neck and breast areas to match the color with my face. And white nail polish.
I was already looking like a woman without even a wig.
I took out the jewellery. There was a large v-shaped necklace which almost covered the entire area above the blouse. I wore two diamond rings on my left ring finger and index finger and one on my right ring finger. I wore almost twelve white bangles on my right hand. I had bought a new ladies wristwatch. Silver. I wore it on my left hand. The diamonds in my jewellery looked almost real. I didn't wear my earrings yet.
I get a salary of Rs. 2 lakhs per month and I earn only for myself. I don't use much money for daily requirements. So I invested in makeup products. My passion for cross dressing was what made me to study makeup artistry.
I took the saree out. It was a beautiful white saree, but not the traditional Kerala saree. This saree is a Kanchipuram silk saree with golden swan patterns lightly visible. And it was extremely expensive, very heavy but super smooth.
I wore the saree with care and made an elaborate pallu with many front folds and tucked the folds inside. I smoothed out the saree until I was convinced it was perfect.
I took out the wig next. I actually had two wigs. A very expensive black wig with a slight tinge of brown and a less expensive black wig which I had always keep braided. The first wig was made with top quality human hair and never falls or flies off . I had shampooed and conditioned it for that silky smooth look. I carefully positioned it and held it tightly and locked it with my own hair. I smoothed it and made it into a glossy bun using a diamond hair clip but styled the hair in a curvy fashion on both sides of my center line. I wore the large diamond danglers. I sprinkled a little Givenchy perfume over my neck and arms. And I stuck a glittery long white bindi in between my eyebrows.
I was done.
I looked beautiful. This was my best effort ever at cross dressing. My skin tone was properly matched with my arms, my lips weren't too bright or shocking, my eyes were amazing and my pallu was classy. I looked like a heroine. I could feel my balls throbbing passionately.
It was almost 4:45. I packed up my cosmetics and put the suitcase aside.
I wore my new golden coloured sandals. Not heels, as heels aren't a great match for a saree.
I silently sneaked out of the room. I could feel that Krish would wake up in a few minutes. I wanted to
surprise him.
I went out. I prepared my girl voice. It was pretty good. And I rang the doorbell.
It took some while for him to wake up and open the door. And when he did there was a stunned look in his
eyes.
"Uh, yes? Ca-ca-can I help you?" he stammered.
"Hello. Is this room 302?"
"Y-y-yes."
"Is Karthik in there? Karthik Ravichandran?" I asked in a sweet voice. "
"Yes. A-and you are?"
"Anjali Ravichandran. A cousin of Karthik's."
"Come in. Yes he is inside."
I walked like a perfect woman. I was glad that I hadn't lost my feminine skills.
I sat in a womanly position on the couch while Krish went searching for "Karthik" in the bathroom.
"I don't believe it. He seems to have disappeared. I don't know where he has gone to."
"Hope he has gone somewhere nearby." I replied with a smile. "I think he will be back soon. In the meantime
why don't we have a little chat. Come sit here."
He reluctantly came and sat at a little distance from me.
"So what is your name?" I asked him.
"Krish. Short for Krishna. I am a...a...friend of Karthik's."
"Glad to meet you Krish. Karthik's told me a lot about you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I asked him a few questions. As I was talking I kept inching closer to him. Finally I laid my hand on his lap.
He shuddered lightly.
"Say, do you know why Karthik's brought you here?"
"No. I have been asking him the same thing for the past week. He keeps ignoring my question."
"Well he has come here for a festival called Chamayavilakku. It is a big festival. Have you heard about it?"
"No I haven't."
"Well? Why don't you call him on your phone?"
Krish got up and took his phone out and called my number. And my phone rang. He was shocked.
"I...you..uh..wha? Oh my god. KARTHIK?"
"Yes darling?" I asked him sweetly in my natural voice.
He sat heavily on the bed in surprise with his mouth a perfect comical "O".
"So do you like my look?" I asked him.
"I...I...I.. how..? "
"I have been cross dressing since Class 3 darling. And I have a certificate in makeup artistry. I wanted it to
be a surprise for you."
"But...but why are you dressed like a girl?"
"We are going to the Chamayavilakku festival today. It is a tradition for men to dress up as women. This is
the second time I'm being here."
"Second?"
"Yes. The first time I came here was when I was doing my UG at IIT. I was a bit inexperienced at makeup
at that time. But now, I have mastered it."
"You definitely have." he said.
"And are you just my 'friend'? I thought you were my husband.
"I couldn't tell your cousin that."
I laughed.
"So do you like my look?"
"Like it? I love it!" Saying so he came forward for a kiss. But I put my hand on his mouth and pushed him
back lightly.
"We are going to a temple and I need to stay clean. You can kiss me after we come back. Please."
He reluctantly drew back.
"So.... do I need to take a bath?"
"Take a shower. Use the cologne I put out for you in the bathroom. I want a macho husband along with me."
He smiled at that.
"Will be back soon." he said.
And he went into the bathroom.
I turned the TV on again. I couldn't fully understand Malayalam. But Krish can. Even though he grew up in
Bangalore, his parents were from Kerala.
I had contacted a friend of mine who runs a travel agency to arrange a car. He promised that he would notify
me when the car arrived at the hotel.
I kept flicking through the channels and randomly checking my makeup in the mirror.
Krish came back, smelling of that manly Cologne I had bought for him. It can make any woman go mad.
"Smells nice. You want to see something?" Krish asked me.
"See what?"
He undid his towel and showed me his penis. I've never been to Paris. But I don't think I will ever need to.
Because his penis was like the Eiffel Tower.
"Looks yummy." I said.
He laughed and wore his towel again. He went in and came back wearing underwear.
"So what do you want me to wear?" he asked.
"Come."
I took out the smaller suitcase contaning our clothes. I took out a white cotton shirt and a silk dhoti.
"You know how to wear a dhoti don't you?" I asked.
"Course I do."
"Then wear it."
After he was done, I sat him at the makeup table and used some makeup to enhance his masculine features
and I styled his hair in a manly way.
"I never knew I could look this macho. God sure has given me the perfect wife."
I smiled.
My phone beeped. A message.
"Come on. I think the car has come."
I gave him a pair of sandals that look good with a dhoti. It was almost 5:30. Time to leave.
I locked our room and went down to the reception where I saw the car waiting for us outside. It was a
standard edition Toyota Etios. Perfect.
Krish held the car door open for me like a perfect gentleman. I sat inside delicately without trying to damage
my saree and he sat to my right.
"Can we leave sir?" the driver asked.
"Yes. Lets go."
As the car veered out of the hotel Krish put his hand around my shoulder and I leaned on his arms.
He asked me about the temple. He was pretty interested in it. It is not everyday that you come to know
about a festival for cross dressing.
The gentle beat of Krish's heart close by, set me into a reminiscence of my first visit to Chamayavilakku. I
was at IIT-Madras at that time. I had come with a few friends who shared my passion for cross dressing.
We had booked a room in a lodge quite close to the temple. I was quite good at makeup after almost 9
years of crossdressing but I didn't know enough to do it for my friends who were pretty inexperienced. Also
we didn't have the required cosmetics. But I had shaved all my body hair which the others hadn't. One of my
friends, named Hari, who now works with Krish, had taken our measurements when we had planned to go
to Chamayavilakku and had come back with beautifully stitched Pavada Dhavanis for us after the Christmas holidays that year. Nobody in our hostel knew of our secret. We had had our dresses ready. So we decided to get our makeup done at the makeup stalls near the temple. We went for the most expensive makeup type. We had bought our Jewellery near the temple itself. We looked pretty beautiful at the end even though there was a hell lot of powder on the others' faces. I had looked really beautiful in my light green pavada and blue dhavani. But I had vowed that I would never come back for the festival unless I had become an accomplished makeup artist.
"I think we've arrived."
I came to my senses with a jerk. I had been thinking about my first visit that I had lost track of my
surroundings. There was a huge traffic jam outside the temple.
We got down from the car after the driver gave us his number and told us that he would be at the parking lot.
As the car went away I could see the look on Krish's face. He was surprised seeing so many cross dressers
at a single place. I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he came back to his senses.
"Hello? Why do you look shocked? This is merely the beginning." I said.
I could see the makeup stall where I had done my makeup last time. Not much had changed here since my last visit.
I looked at my watch. It was just 6:00. And we were right next to a photo studio.
"Krish, can we take a photo in there?"
"Eh? But why? We have our phones."
"Nothing beats a good photo taken in front of a studio background. Come on."
I went inside the studio. There were already two groups of "ladies" waiting to get their photos snapped. And there was a family where the husband and two sons was dressed as women. I could see that the kids were reluctant to get their photos since it would affect their social life if their classmates ever saw the photos.
We waited for 10 minutes. One of the kids was looking sad. We were up next. I checked my makeup in my mirror.
We took quite a few photos. They were really beautiful photos. We were a perfect couple. The guy at the computer printed our photos and as a backup wanted to mail our photos. I gave him my secondary ID, which I used for cross dressing related stuff.
We went in the gates of the temple. On both sides were footpath shops selling all kind of women stuff, from bindis to bangles. There were a lot of flower shops and fancy Jewellery shops.
There were some really natural looking CDs. Beautiful, they all were. But some were downright gross. What makes people think that women were just people with long hair and flowers all over the hair? There wasn't even a little makeup on them.
Somewhere between these two categories fall the other CDs. They really tried their best to look like women. Some succeeded in doing so with high amounts of makeup which had given good results but others were just
men in lots of makeup.
I bought the staff-type lamp. The person at the counter gave me a ticket to pin on my saree and proceeded to pin it near my hip. I could see the lust in his eyes. Apparently, Krish could see it too. He snatched the ticket from the guy's hand and pinned it near my hip like how a loving husband would do.
The temple grounds was a sheer sea of crossdressers. The place was extremely hot with all those lamps and the March heat. The place looked very colorful, owing to the decorative lights, fire works and the beautiful dresses that the devotees were wearing.
We waded through the cross dressers in the direction of the sanctum sanctorum. We stopped for a few seconds at the other deities' sanctums. It was extremely crowded near the main deity, the Goddess Bhagavathi. Both I and Krish were somewhat religious. I held my hands together in deep prayer wishing not just for everyone's health but also praying for everybody to accept crossdressers in the society. Not everyone in the world are like my parents.
After we moved, or better to say pushed from the place by the crowd of people behind us we walked around the temple grounds. We saw famous people like Syam Tiruvalla and Nandu from that TV show Vodafone Comedy Stars. We posed for photos upon a few CDs requests. Most of them complimented on how good the chemistry between us was. I was even asked for beauty tips from a few people. I kept checking my lamp and my makeup often. Even though it was hot, fortunately it wasn't very humid or all my makeup would have dissolved in sweat. Krish mostly spent his time looking at other crossdressers.
At about 8:00 when we were standing near the temple pond I spotted someone who looked familiar to me. I pulled on Krish's sleeve.
"What?" Krish asked.
"See that lady? Near the tree."
"Who?"
"The one in the golden coloured salwar."
"Yeah."
"Recognize her?"
"Who is it?"
"Hari. Your colleague."
"What?"
"Yes. I couldn't remember who it was at first. But it certainly is Hari."
"How do you know him?"
"I already told you that we were classmates in the past. Have you forgotten?"
"He looks nowhere as amazing as you do."
"Wait here. I will call you in a little bit. I know how to surprise him."
I went around to his back without getting caught in his line of sight . Hari had done a good job with his look this year. He was wearing a frilly golden salwar with a cream coloured dupatta and patiyala pant. He had golden glittery eyeshadow and maroon lipstick and quite a fair and smooth face. He had done a good job with his makeup. His hair was braided and he was wearing nearly two yards of jasmine in his braid. The best thing about him was his height. He was only 5'5 which is the perfect height for a woman.
I sneaked up behind him. I counted up to three. And I hugged him tight around his chest.
He squealed in surprise. He struggled under my grip and finally broke free. He turned too see who hugged him. He couldn't recognize me.
"What the... who are you? What did you do it for?!" he yelled.
I bent to check my saree."Oh Hari darling. Can't you recognize me? We used to be the best friends at IIT."
Then it dawned on him. "Karthik?"
"Hello Hari dear. How do you do? Its been nearly five years since our last trip here, hasn't it?"
Hari hugged me tightly.
"Argh. Stop it. My breasts hurt. Stop." I cried.
He drew back and looked at me from top to toe.
"You...you look great. How did you become this awesome at makeup? And your breasts are large too. Did
you go for a sex change operation?" he asked.
"What?! No. I am still a man. I went for a makeup artistry course while in California. You look perfect
yourself. Great dress too."
"You are a makeup artist? Wow, even I am a makeup artist too. I was living in Calicut for two years after
we graduated from. I learnt makeup in Calicut. But still, you look way better than me. Are you here alone?"
"Nope. I want you to meet someone. My husband."
"What? Haha. Sure."
I called Krish on my phone. "Come here darling. Hari wants to meet you."
As Krish came in our direction Hari's eyes grew wide in shock. He was frozen to the ground as Krish came
and stood next to me.
"Don't worry Hari. Your secret is safe with us." I said.
Hari heaved a sigh of relief.
"You look great Hari. Pity that Karthik hadn't told me about your cross dressing earlier. In fact he revealed the fact that he was a cross dresser only a few hours ago."
"Really? I never knew that you knew each other." Hari said.
We walked along with Hari around the temple snapping more photos of ourselves.
There were a lot of kids in the temple. Most of them were too little to feel ashamed or anything of that sort. But the ones suffering most were teenagers. Most were in salwar kameez or in pavada dhavanis. They all were feeling awkward at wearing clothes of the opposite sex. But one "girl" who I found really beautiful was a somewhat fat teenager with a really cute and chubby face and perfect looking makeup and was wearing glasses. She was in a purple glittery pattu pavada and was not at all mindful of wearing women's clothes. In fact she was pretty happy about it.
I also saw this beautiful makeup artist from Assam who was wearing a black saree and a big purple flower in her hair bun. She looked like a model.
It was almost 10:00 PM when I began to feel hungry. We had seen around the entire temple. My stomach was rumbling. So we three went out after giving back the lamp. We went to a restaurant nearby and had a good dinner.
After we finished our dinner we and Hari parted ways. We called our driver to take us back to our hotel.
Before the driver came I went to a flower shop and bought three yards of jasmine. I did not answer Krish's quizzical look.
On the way back, I was looking at the photos that we took at the temple. We had photos of quite a lot of beautiful ladies. That's when Krish nudged me lightly.
"What?" I asked him.
"Notice something?" he whispered nodding at the driver's direction.
"Notice what?"
"There is no rear view mirror." he whispered back.
"So?"
"He can't see what we are doing at the backseat."
I smiled. I knew what he wanted. How could I refuse?
I edged towards him. I put my arms around him and I kissed him deeply. It was a really good French kiss.
Our tongues went inside each other's mouths. We kissed for nearly two minutes.
We broke apart. I could see that some of my lipstick was smeared on his lips.
"That... was really good." he heaved a huge sigh.
I took out a wet tissue and wiped the lipstick off his lips.
"I want more." he said.
"Wait until we get back." I replied.
The journey back was quite fast as it was late at night. We arrived at the hotel at about 11:00 PM.
We paid the driver and went up to our room. The second I closed the door Krish grabbed me and lifted me off my feet into the air.
"WAIT." I yelled. "Wait for a few minutes. I will be back."
I made him sit on his bed and drew the curtains shut around him.
"If you really love me, stay in there." I said.
"Come back quick." he replied.
I went to the dressing table. I removed my wig and saree. I neatly folded the saree and put it on the table. I took out another saree as I didn't want to damage the other one since it was very expensive. The new saree was also white with little patterns, but not as satin soft as the first one. I wore the saree in a sexy way, revealing the right side of my blouse which was bulging with my breast. People say that red is the colour of passion. No. I think white is the colour of passion. Nothing arouses me like white does.
After wearing the saree I took out my other wig, the less expensive braided one. It was quite smooth but not as glossy as the wig I wore earlier. I locked it tightly so that it would not fall off. I took out the jasmine that I bought and placed the three yards on my braid. I pinned it with my hair and let the flowers rest on my shoulder. I wore a pair of nice sounding anklets next. And I replaced my bindi with a red one.
I touched up my makeup lightly. I added a little more kajal and painted my lips thick with cherry red lipstick.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The sweet smell of jasmine was invigorating. It made me more hungry for sex. My lips could make any man go mad for a kiss.
There was a table with milk powder, tea bags, sugar, water and electric kettle to make tea in the morning. I heated the water in the kettle and added the milk powder and the sugar and stirred it in a glass. Now I was ready.
I walked to the bed, the glass of milk in hand, the anklets resounding. I could feel that Krish was waiting impatiently. He heard my anklets and sat up.
I drew the bed curtains open. Krish was stunned by my appearence. He couldn't speak at all.
I sat like a shy bride on a first night next to him and I kept the milk on the side table. He was still staring at me.
"Do I look good?" I asked him.
"No. You look sexy." he replied and inhaled the smell of jasmine deeply.
He came close to me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues went into each other's mouths again. It aroused me and I felt more like a whore than I ever did in my life. He kissed me all over my throat and in my cleavage. He removed my pallu and dug his nose deep into my breasts. It felt a little ticklish. He removed his dhoti and the underwear and his penis sprang out. He asked me to suck it.
I bent down on my knees to the floor and inserted his entire penis into my mouth. I dragged my mouth in and out and licked the tip and the underside. He was moaning in pleasure.
He pulled me up and removed my blouse. He took off the NuBra and sucked my nipple hard.
He kissed me on my lips again and held my face in his hands. He removed his shirt and vest and was wearing only his underwear. I guess he felt a little tired as he emptied half the glass of milk.
We both fell back on the bed rolling over each other kissing passionately. My balls were throbbing hard under my gaff. Our clean hairless bodies slid over each other in sweat even though the AC was in full blast. His penis kept touching my gaff.
I turned my back to him and he hugged me by my hips from behind and dug his face into the flowers in my hair.
He kept rubbing my breasts. My breasts were what he loved most about me. Any other man would have been ashamed at having breasts so large. I was proud of them.
After five minutes he sat up. This was the final part. We kissed again deeply. He asked me to give him a blow job again. I obliged and sucked it. I could feel a little salty taste.
I fell flat on the bed. Krish emptied the glass of milk fully. He dragged my saree and petticoat up and pulled my panties down. My gaff sprang out and my penis was rock hard. He rubbed his hands together, pulled my butt slightly apart and drove his penis inside.
I yelled in pain. We had done this a lot of times before. But there was something feminine in this pain. Slowly, pain subsided into pleasure and I was moaning in happiness. Krish was shuddering too.
He lay full flat on my back waiting. Then the climax occurred and a warm semi-liquid substance hit me on the inside and I could feel his penis jerking uncontrollably inside my butt.
At the same time, I also climaxed. I spurted it all onto the bedsheet. We were both too tired. Krish in his exhaustion couldn't even take his penis out of me. He just rolled to the side and fell asleep with my back to him. I too drifted off into sleep, smiling. The best day ever in my life.
[Author's message
1: If you have been to Chamayavilakku yourself and if you think that I got some facts wrong, like the distance between the hotel and the temple or the formalities to do at the temple, then I am sorry, since I've never been to the festival myself. Plus, there are no guides on the Internet about what to do when we need to attend the festival.
2: This is a work of fiction. The name "Anjali Ravichandran" is actually my pseudonym and it will be the only name every Indian protagonist in my future stories will ever have. It does not refer to any real life person, including me, as I'm 100% straight and not gay. The only true part in this story about me is the size of my breasts. Big, they sure are. (×)(×)...
3: Don't blame me if the sex part at the ending was not arousing enough. I'm not a big fan of gay porn myself. I was grossed out when I typed it... but that's what you people want don't you? Nobody likes a clean story. Believe me, this is the last gay story I'll ever write.
4: Lastly, comment after you read a story. What an author requires most is feedback. 1000 views and 0 comments? Please. I want to hear your opinion.
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"What is this place? What have we come here for?" began Krish for the millionth time.
"Krish darling, please. I told you I have some important work here." I replied. I hadn't told him what sort of work it was, though.
The train journey had been hectic. I had failed to get AC tickets and we sweltered in the March heat.
Krish and I have known each other for a year. We were not married but living together as a couple. We loved each other a lot.
We got down from the train at the right spot. It was half past one at noon.
"Kollam?" asked Krish reading the board on the platform. "What work do you have here?".
"Why? Do you know this place?"
"No. I don't. But this is too much. Forcing me to take leave from work and not even telling me why."
"You will soon know." I replied.
We came out of the railway station and tried to find a taxi. Atlast we got into a Ambassador taxi and headed for Cambay Resort.
Cambay Resort, was the biggest hotel in Kollam. The place was epic huge.
We paid the taxi driver off and wheeled our luggage in at the reception.
"I had booked a room for two under the name of Krishna Venugopalan. Can you please show us our room?"
"Certainly. One second please." the receptionist replied.
"Why did you book the room under my name?" Krish complained. I ignored him.
I filled a form that the receptionist gave me.
The receptionist gave a key to a young man who led us up the lifts to our room.
The room was magnificent. No other word could describe it. It had a king size bed with curtain screens on all four sides, a LED TV, a nice couch and best of all, a magnificent dressing table like the ones in beauty salons. My eyes glowed when I saw the dressing table. Thats what would play the most important role today.
I tipped the young man and closed the door. Krish sat down on the bed with a huge sigh.
"Nice room. And you still won't tell me what you wanted to do here... And that huge suitcase too..." he mumbled.
"Chill out dear. Its just for two days. Why dont you just sleep for some time? Just think of this as something like a honeymoon."
Krish grinned.
"Come on. Gimme a hug." He stretched out his hands.
I hugged and kissed him on the cheek. And we rolled together on the bed playfully as he caressed my
breasts.
"You will be tired. Just have a little nap okay? We can have fun later." I told him.
"OK." And he rubbed my smooth skinned arms as he gave a huge yawn. He certainly was sleepy.
I smiled and laid his head on the pillow and kissed him on the forehead. I love him so much.
I glanced at the clock. It was nearly half past one. I would need to start working soon enough. I switched on the TV and flicked through the channels. I love channels like Fox Traveller, History TV and TLC. And I love Nigella Lawson a lot.
After almost 45 mins I switched off the TV and got up. Time to get to work.
I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror rubbed my penis lightly.
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My name is Karthik Ravichandran. I am 24 years old and I work at Bangalore. I met Krish a year ago, when I came back from California after doing my PG at Stanford University. We live in the same room. After two months of sleeping seperately he confessed to me that he liked men. I couldn't have been happier. I had discovered true love.
I had never revealed to him that I had been a crossdresser since the age of 9. Nor that I had learnt makeup artistry while living in California. I wanted it to be a surprise.
I rubbed my somewhat hard penis a little bit. It got erect when I was fantasizing Krish being my husband.
I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water and added some of my scented oil to it. Due to regular care, I am fair with a smooth and hairless body. I maintain my skin perfectly. I didn't need a shave either as I had waxed my skin just two days ago.
I came out of the bath smelling beautifully of roses. The dressing table was away from the bed where Krish was sleeping and he wouldn't be able to see me at all.
I opened my large suitcase. Inside were the products I had started buying since last month for the occasion tonight. Lots of products for my Makeover.
I first wore a condom. It wouldn't do good to accidentally ejaculate and ruin such a costly saree. Then I wore a gaff. I doubted whether I needed it since my penis wouldn't be visible under my saree. Still, I wore it.
I wore a panty next. Nothing special there. The usual lace panties. My penis hadn't become erect at all, since panties are pretty normal for it.
I wore a NuBra next. This isn't your average bra. I had bought this online.It is a special bra for making cleavage. No straps at the back. You just paste each leaf on your breast and bring the little buckle at front together and voilá, cleavage. I had breasts large enough to create a decent cleavage. It looked quite cute actually.
I wore the blouse and the petticoat next. White petticoat and white blouse with sleeves up till the elbow and a decent back cut. I have this really awesome tailor at Bangalore who is more of a relative and in fact , introduced me to cross dressing. When I was 9, she had made a pavada chatta for a client and wanted to try it on me when I went to her shop to get one of my mother's sarees mended. I looked beautiful in it. Ever since I have been fascinated with women's clothing and makeup. In my teenage years I had become more serious about cross dressing. My parents knew this and they weren't against it as they had wanted a daughter too. My mom even used to call me Anjali. Cross dressing helped me get good marks actually. I felt it much nicer to study when I came home, changed into a nice pavada dhavani or a skirt and top, wore a few jewels, bindi and a little eye makeup. I had a separate wardrobe for my male and female clothes. I even used to help my mother in the kitchen. And while at California, I took a Makeup Artist course from a leading beauty franchise. Beautiful memories...
I was planning a rich, socialite look and I had the required dress and Jewellery for it.
I threw a dry towel over my blouse and took out the entire makeup kit of mine. I own only the best of products.
In a few moments the entire table was dumped with cosmetics. Then I looked at the mirror and WHAT THE?!
Oh shit. I had forgotten to tweeze my eyebrows even though I had gone to the salon two days ago to wax my skin and get a facial done. They were not too thick but definitely not feminine.
Luckily I found some Fevistik at the bottom of the suitcase. I glued down the eyebrows and hid them using a Concealer. Then I used eyeliner to draw eyebrows. Looked good.
I put liquid foundation all over and then the powder foundation. Then I brushed the toner powder all over. I also hid the light darkness due to beard stubs and made my chin area smooth. I was careful not to overdo the makeup. Beauty is all about the perfect match. Some people fail to realize it.
I fanned my makeup using a magazine that was lying nearby. Once it had dried, I began my eye makeup. I applied some mascara first and shaped my eyelashes.Then came eyeliner. I applied three layers of eye shadow, a white one at first then a light grey and after that, a layer of glitter. And I blended it with the skin. Perfect. Then I applied eyeliner and rimmed my eyes with kajal.
I took out the fake lashes and stuck them on and put a little mascara on them too. My eyes were perfectly feminine.
I then applied a little pink blush on my cheeks and blended it. Too much of blush looks gross. I also lightly highlighted my cheek bone with raiser powder.
I used a neutral colored lipstick because dark colors do not go well with a white saree. I finished it with lipgloss.
My face was done.
I put a little toner over my exposed neck and breast areas to match the color with my face. And white nail polish.
I was already looking like a woman without even a wig.
I took out the jewellery. There was a large v-shaped necklace which almost covered the entire area above the blouse. I wore two diamond rings on my left ring finger and index finger and one on my right ring finger. I wore almost twelve white bangles on my right hand. I had bought a new ladies wristwatch. Silver. I wore it on my left hand. The diamonds in my jewellery looked almost real. I didn't wear my earrings yet.
I get a salary of Rs. 2 lakhs per month and I earn only for myself. I don't use much money for daily requirements. So I invested in makeup products. My passion for cross dressing was what made me to study makeup artistry.
I took the saree out. It was a beautiful white saree, but not the traditional Kerala saree. This saree is a Kanchipuram silk saree with golden swan patterns lightly visible. And it was extremely expensive, very heavy but super smooth.
I wore the saree with care and made an elaborate pallu with many front folds and tucked the folds inside. I smoothed out the saree until I was convinced it was perfect.
I took out the wig next. I actually had two wigs. A very expensive black wig with a slight tinge of brown and a less expensive black wig which I had always keep braided. The first wig was made with top quality human hair and never falls or flies off . I had shampooed and conditioned it for that silky smooth look. I carefully positioned it and held it tightly and locked it with my own hair. I smoothed it and made it into a glossy bun using a diamond hair clip but styled the hair in a curvy fashion on both sides of my center line. I wore the large diamond danglers. I sprinkled a little Givenchy perfume over my neck and arms. And I stuck a glittery long white bindi in between my eyebrows.
I was done.
I looked beautiful. This was my best effort ever at cross dressing. My skin tone was properly matched with my arms, my lips weren't too bright or shocking, my eyes were amazing and my pallu was classy. I looked like a heroine. I could feel my balls throbbing passionately.
I was actually inspired by actress Simran's look in a song from a Tamil movie Vaaranam Aayiram. There was a little part in the song where she goes to a ball (dance party for socialites in the 70s) and she was wearing the same type of dress and Jewellery. And I loved it very much.
I took out the new purse I had bought. The clip-type purse that you hold in your hand. White in color. I put my mascara, eyeliner,lipgloss, lipstick, perfume, rose powder, a small pack of wet tissues and mirror inside. I had even bought a new girly cover for my HTC One X.
It took me a very long time to get convinced that I was perfect. I was afraid of being identified as a man after all this trouble. But thank the gods that I have a fair complexion. Things would have been much more difficult had I been tan.
It was almost 4:45. I packed up my cosmetics and put the suitcase aside.
I wore my new golden coloured sandals. Not heels, as heels aren't a great match for a saree.
I silently sneaked out of the room. I could feel that Krish would wake up in a few minutes. I wanted to
surprise him.
I went out. I prepared my girl voice. It was pretty good. And I rang the doorbell.
It took some while for him to wake up and open the door. And when he did there was a stunned look in his
eyes.
"Uh, yes? Ca-ca-can I help you?" he stammered.
"Hello. Is this room 302?"
"Y-y-yes."
"Is Karthik in there? Karthik Ravichandran?" I asked in a sweet voice. "
"Yes. A-and you are?"
"Anjali Ravichandran. A cousin of Karthik's."
"Come in. Yes he is inside."
I walked like a perfect woman. I was glad that I hadn't lost my feminine skills.
I sat in a womanly position on the couch while Krish went searching for "Karthik" in the bathroom.
"I don't believe it. He seems to have disappeared. I don't know where he has gone to."
"Hope he has gone somewhere nearby." I replied with a smile. "I think he will be back soon. In the meantime
why don't we have a little chat. Come sit here."
He reluctantly came and sat at a little distance from me.
"So what is your name?" I asked him.
"Krish. Short for Krishna. I am a...a...friend of Karthik's."
"Glad to meet you Krish. Karthik's told me a lot about you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I asked him a few questions. As I was talking I kept inching closer to him. Finally I laid my hand on his lap.
He shuddered lightly.
"Say, do you know why Karthik's brought you here?"
"No. I have been asking him the same thing for the past week. He keeps ignoring my question."
"Well he has come here for a festival called Chamayavilakku. It is a big festival. Have you heard about it?"
"No I haven't."
"Well? Why don't you call him on your phone?"
Krish got up and took his phone out and called my number. And my phone rang. He was shocked.
"I...you..uh..wha? Oh my god. KARTHIK?"
"Yes darling?" I asked him sweetly in my natural voice.
He sat heavily on the bed in surprise with his mouth a perfect comical "O".
"So do you like my look?" I asked him.
"I...I...I.. how..? "
"I have been cross dressing since Class 3 darling. And I have a certificate in makeup artistry. I wanted it to
be a surprise for you."
"But...but why are you dressed like a girl?"
"We are going to the Chamayavilakku festival today. It is a tradition for men to dress up as women. This is
the second time I'm being here."
"Second?"
"Yes. The first time I came here was when I was doing my UG at IIT. I was a bit inexperienced at makeup
at that time. But now, I have mastered it."
"You definitely have." he said.
"And are you just my 'friend'? I thought you were my husband.
"I couldn't tell your cousin that."
I laughed.
"So do you like my look?"
"Like it? I love it!" Saying so he came forward for a kiss. But I put my hand on his mouth and pushed him
back lightly.
"We are going to a temple and I need to stay clean. You can kiss me after we come back. Please."
He reluctantly drew back.
"So.... do I need to take a bath?"
"Take a shower. Use the cologne I put out for you in the bathroom. I want a macho husband along with me."
He smiled at that.
"Will be back soon." he said.
And he went into the bathroom.
I turned the TV on again. I couldn't fully understand Malayalam. But Krish can. Even though he grew up in
Bangalore, his parents were from Kerala.
I had contacted a friend of mine who runs a travel agency to arrange a car. He promised that he would notify
me when the car arrived at the hotel.
I kept flicking through the channels and randomly checking my makeup in the mirror.
Krish came back, smelling of that manly Cologne I had bought for him. It can make any woman go mad.
"Smells nice. You want to see something?" Krish asked me.
"See what?"
He undid his towel and showed me his penis. I've never been to Paris. But I don't think I will ever need to.
Because his penis was like the Eiffel Tower.
"Looks yummy." I said.
He laughed and wore his towel again. He went in and came back wearing underwear.
"So what do you want me to wear?" he asked.
"Come."
I took out the smaller suitcase contaning our clothes. I took out a white cotton shirt and a silk dhoti.
"You know how to wear a dhoti don't you?" I asked.
"Course I do."
"Then wear it."
After he was done, I sat him at the makeup table and used some makeup to enhance his masculine features
and I styled his hair in a manly way.
"I never knew I could look this macho. God sure has given me the perfect wife."
I smiled.
My phone beeped. A message.
"Come on. I think the car has come."
I gave him a pair of sandals that look good with a dhoti. It was almost 5:30. Time to leave.
I locked our room and went down to the reception where I saw the car waiting for us outside. It was a
standard edition Toyota Etios. Perfect.
Krish held the car door open for me like a perfect gentleman. I sat inside delicately without trying to damage
my saree and he sat to my right.
"Can we leave sir?" the driver asked.
"Yes. Lets go."
As the car veered out of the hotel Krish put his hand around my shoulder and I leaned on his arms.
He asked me about the temple. He was pretty interested in it. It is not everyday that you come to know
about a festival for cross dressing.
The gentle beat of Krish's heart close by, set me into a reminiscence of my first visit to Chamayavilakku. I
was at IIT-Madras at that time. I had come with a few friends who shared my passion for cross dressing.
We had booked a room in a lodge quite close to the temple. I was quite good at makeup after almost 9
years of crossdressing but I didn't know enough to do it for my friends who were pretty inexperienced. Also
we didn't have the required cosmetics. But I had shaved all my body hair which the others hadn't. One of my
friends, named Hari, who now works with Krish, had taken our measurements when we had planned to go
to Chamayavilakku and had come back with beautifully stitched Pavada Dhavanis for us after the Christmas holidays that year. Nobody in our hostel knew of our secret. We had had our dresses ready. So we decided to get our makeup done at the makeup stalls near the temple. We went for the most expensive makeup type. We had bought our Jewellery near the temple itself. We looked pretty beautiful at the end even though there was a hell lot of powder on the others' faces. I had looked really beautiful in my light green pavada and blue dhavani. But I had vowed that I would never come back for the festival unless I had become an accomplished makeup artist.
"I think we've arrived."
I came to my senses with a jerk. I had been thinking about my first visit that I had lost track of my
surroundings. There was a huge traffic jam outside the temple.
We got down from the car after the driver gave us his number and told us that he would be at the parking lot.
As the car went away I could see the look on Krish's face. He was surprised seeing so many cross dressers
at a single place. I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he came back to his senses.
"Hello? Why do you look shocked? This is merely the beginning." I said.
I could see the makeup stall where I had done my makeup last time. Not much had changed here since my last visit.
I looked at my watch. It was just 6:00. And we were right next to a photo studio.
"Krish, can we take a photo in there?"
"Eh? But why? We have our phones."
"Nothing beats a good photo taken in front of a studio background. Come on."
I went inside the studio. There were already two groups of "ladies" waiting to get their photos snapped. And there was a family where the husband and two sons was dressed as women. I could see that the kids were reluctant to get their photos since it would affect their social life if their classmates ever saw the photos.
We waited for 10 minutes. One of the kids was looking sad. We were up next. I checked my makeup in my mirror.
We took quite a few photos. They were really beautiful photos. We were a perfect couple. The guy at the computer printed our photos and as a backup wanted to mail our photos. I gave him my secondary ID, which I used for cross dressing related stuff.
We went in the gates of the temple. On both sides were footpath shops selling all kind of women stuff, from bindis to bangles. There were a lot of flower shops and fancy Jewellery shops.
There were some really natural looking CDs. Beautiful, they all were. But some were downright gross. What makes people think that women were just people with long hair and flowers all over the hair? There wasn't even a little makeup on them.
Somewhere between these two categories fall the other CDs. They really tried their best to look like women. Some succeeded in doing so with high amounts of makeup which had given good results but others were just
men in lots of makeup.
I bought the staff-type lamp. The person at the counter gave me a ticket to pin on my saree and proceeded to pin it near my hip. I could see the lust in his eyes. Apparently, Krish could see it too. He snatched the ticket from the guy's hand and pinned it near my hip like how a loving husband would do.
The temple grounds was a sheer sea of crossdressers. The place was extremely hot with all those lamps and the March heat. The place looked very colorful, owing to the decorative lights, fire works and the beautiful dresses that the devotees were wearing.
We waded through the cross dressers in the direction of the sanctum sanctorum. We stopped for a few seconds at the other deities' sanctums. It was extremely crowded near the main deity, the Goddess Bhagavathi. Both I and Krish were somewhat religious. I held my hands together in deep prayer wishing not just for everyone's health but also praying for everybody to accept crossdressers in the society. Not everyone in the world are like my parents.
After we moved, or better to say pushed from the place by the crowd of people behind us we walked around the temple grounds. We saw famous people like Syam Tiruvalla and Nandu from that TV show Vodafone Comedy Stars. We posed for photos upon a few CDs requests. Most of them complimented on how good the chemistry between us was. I was even asked for beauty tips from a few people. I kept checking my lamp and my makeup often. Even though it was hot, fortunately it wasn't very humid or all my makeup would have dissolved in sweat. Krish mostly spent his time looking at other crossdressers.
At about 8:00 when we were standing near the temple pond I spotted someone who looked familiar to me. I pulled on Krish's sleeve.
"What?" Krish asked.
"See that lady? Near the tree."
"Who?"
"The one in the golden coloured salwar."
"Yeah."
"Recognize her?"
"Who is it?"
"Hari. Your colleague."
"What?"
"Yes. I couldn't remember who it was at first. But it certainly is Hari."
"How do you know him?"
"I already told you that we were classmates in the past. Have you forgotten?"
"He looks nowhere as amazing as you do."
"Wait here. I will call you in a little bit. I know how to surprise him."
I went around to his back without getting caught in his line of sight . Hari had done a good job with his look this year. He was wearing a frilly golden salwar with a cream coloured dupatta and patiyala pant. He had golden glittery eyeshadow and maroon lipstick and quite a fair and smooth face. He had done a good job with his makeup. His hair was braided and he was wearing nearly two yards of jasmine in his braid. The best thing about him was his height. He was only 5'5 which is the perfect height for a woman.
I sneaked up behind him. I counted up to three. And I hugged him tight around his chest.
He squealed in surprise. He struggled under my grip and finally broke free. He turned too see who hugged him. He couldn't recognize me.
"What the... who are you? What did you do it for?!" he yelled.
I bent to check my saree."Oh Hari darling. Can't you recognize me? We used to be the best friends at IIT."
Then it dawned on him. "Karthik?"
"Hello Hari dear. How do you do? Its been nearly five years since our last trip here, hasn't it?"
Hari hugged me tightly.
"Argh. Stop it. My breasts hurt. Stop." I cried.
He drew back and looked at me from top to toe.
"You...you look great. How did you become this awesome at makeup? And your breasts are large too. Did
you go for a sex change operation?" he asked.
"What?! No. I am still a man. I went for a makeup artistry course while in California. You look perfect
yourself. Great dress too."
"You are a makeup artist? Wow, even I am a makeup artist too. I was living in Calicut for two years after
we graduated from. I learnt makeup in Calicut. But still, you look way better than me. Are you here alone?"
"Nope. I want you to meet someone. My husband."
"What? Haha. Sure."
I called Krish on my phone. "Come here darling. Hari wants to meet you."
As Krish came in our direction Hari's eyes grew wide in shock. He was frozen to the ground as Krish came
and stood next to me.
"Don't worry Hari. Your secret is safe with us." I said.
Hari heaved a sigh of relief.
"You look great Hari. Pity that Karthik hadn't told me about your cross dressing earlier. In fact he revealed the fact that he was a cross dresser only a few hours ago."
"Really? I never knew that you knew each other." Hari said.
We walked along with Hari around the temple snapping more photos of ourselves.
There were a lot of kids in the temple. Most of them were too little to feel ashamed or anything of that sort. But the ones suffering most were teenagers. Most were in salwar kameez or in pavada dhavanis. They all were feeling awkward at wearing clothes of the opposite sex. But one "girl" who I found really beautiful was a somewhat fat teenager with a really cute and chubby face and perfect looking makeup and was wearing glasses. She was in a purple glittery pattu pavada and was not at all mindful of wearing women's clothes. In fact she was pretty happy about it.
I also saw this beautiful makeup artist from Assam who was wearing a black saree and a big purple flower in her hair bun. She looked like a model.
It was almost 10:00 PM when I began to feel hungry. We had seen around the entire temple. My stomach was rumbling. So we three went out after giving back the lamp. We went to a restaurant nearby and had a good dinner.
After we finished our dinner we and Hari parted ways. We called our driver to take us back to our hotel.
Before the driver came I went to a flower shop and bought three yards of jasmine. I did not answer Krish's quizzical look.
On the way back, I was looking at the photos that we took at the temple. We had photos of quite a lot of beautiful ladies. That's when Krish nudged me lightly.
"What?" I asked him.
"Notice something?" he whispered nodding at the driver's direction.
"Notice what?"
"There is no rear view mirror." he whispered back.
"So?"
"He can't see what we are doing at the backseat."
I smiled. I knew what he wanted. How could I refuse?
I edged towards him. I put my arms around him and I kissed him deeply. It was a really good French kiss.
Our tongues went inside each other's mouths. We kissed for nearly two minutes.
We broke apart. I could see that some of my lipstick was smeared on his lips.
"That... was really good." he heaved a huge sigh.
I took out a wet tissue and wiped the lipstick off his lips.
"I want more." he said.
"Wait until we get back." I replied.
The journey back was quite fast as it was late at night. We arrived at the hotel at about 11:00 PM.
We paid the driver and went up to our room. The second I closed the door Krish grabbed me and lifted me off my feet into the air.
"WAIT." I yelled. "Wait for a few minutes. I will be back."
I made him sit on his bed and drew the curtains shut around him.
"If you really love me, stay in there." I said.
"Come back quick." he replied.
I went to the dressing table. I removed my wig and saree. I neatly folded the saree and put it on the table. I took out another saree as I didn't want to damage the other one since it was very expensive. The new saree was also white with little patterns, but not as satin soft as the first one. I wore the saree in a sexy way, revealing the right side of my blouse which was bulging with my breast. People say that red is the colour of passion. No. I think white is the colour of passion. Nothing arouses me like white does.
After wearing the saree I took out my other wig, the less expensive braided one. It was quite smooth but not as glossy as the wig I wore earlier. I locked it tightly so that it would not fall off. I took out the jasmine that I bought and placed the three yards on my braid. I pinned it with my hair and let the flowers rest on my shoulder. I wore a pair of nice sounding anklets next. And I replaced my bindi with a red one.
I touched up my makeup lightly. I added a little more kajal and painted my lips thick with cherry red lipstick.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The sweet smell of jasmine was invigorating. It made me more hungry for sex. My lips could make any man go mad for a kiss.
There was a table with milk powder, tea bags, sugar, water and electric kettle to make tea in the morning. I heated the water in the kettle and added the milk powder and the sugar and stirred it in a glass. Now I was ready.
I walked to the bed, the glass of milk in hand, the anklets resounding. I could feel that Krish was waiting impatiently. He heard my anklets and sat up.
I drew the bed curtains open. Krish was stunned by my appearence. He couldn't speak at all.
I sat like a shy bride on a first night next to him and I kept the milk on the side table. He was still staring at me.
"Do I look good?" I asked him.
"No. You look sexy." he replied and inhaled the smell of jasmine deeply.
He came close to me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues went into each other's mouths again. It aroused me and I felt more like a whore than I ever did in my life. He kissed me all over my throat and in my cleavage. He removed my pallu and dug his nose deep into my breasts. It felt a little ticklish. He removed his dhoti and the underwear and his penis sprang out. He asked me to suck it.
I bent down on my knees to the floor and inserted his entire penis into my mouth. I dragged my mouth in and out and licked the tip and the underside. He was moaning in pleasure.
He pulled me up and removed my blouse. He took off the NuBra and sucked my nipple hard.
He kissed me on my lips again and held my face in his hands. He removed his shirt and vest and was wearing only his underwear. I guess he felt a little tired as he emptied half the glass of milk.
We both fell back on the bed rolling over each other kissing passionately. My balls were throbbing hard under my gaff. Our clean hairless bodies slid over each other in sweat even though the AC was in full blast. His penis kept touching my gaff.
I turned my back to him and he hugged me by my hips from behind and dug his face into the flowers in my hair.
He kept rubbing my breasts. My breasts were what he loved most about me. Any other man would have been ashamed at having breasts so large. I was proud of them.
After five minutes he sat up. This was the final part. We kissed again deeply. He asked me to give him a blow job again. I obliged and sucked it. I could feel a little salty taste.
I fell flat on the bed. Krish emptied the glass of milk fully. He dragged my saree and petticoat up and pulled my panties down. My gaff sprang out and my penis was rock hard. He rubbed his hands together, pulled my butt slightly apart and drove his penis inside.
I yelled in pain. We had done this a lot of times before. But there was something feminine in this pain. Slowly, pain subsided into pleasure and I was moaning in happiness. Krish was shuddering too.
He lay full flat on my back waiting. Then the climax occurred and a warm semi-liquid substance hit me on the inside and I could feel his penis jerking uncontrollably inside my butt.
At the same time, I also climaxed. I spurted it all onto the bedsheet. We were both too tired. Krish in his exhaustion couldn't even take his penis out of me. He just rolled to the side and fell asleep with my back to him. I too drifted off into sleep, smiling. The best day ever in my life.
[Author's message
1: If you have been to Chamayavilakku yourself and if you think that I got some facts wrong, like the distance between the hotel and the temple or the formalities to do at the temple, then I am sorry, since I've never been to the festival myself. Plus, there are no guides on the Internet about what to do when we need to attend the festival.
2: This is a work of fiction. The name "Anjali Ravichandran" is actually my pseudonym and it will be the only name every Indian protagonist in my future stories will ever have. It does not refer to any real life person, including me, as I'm 100% straight and not gay. The only true part in this story about me is the size of my breasts. Big, they sure are. (×)(×)...
3: Don't blame me if the sex part at the ending was not arousing enough. I'm not a big fan of gay porn myself. I was grossed out when I typed it... but that's what you people want don't you? Nobody likes a clean story. Believe me, this is the last gay story I'll ever write.
4: Lastly, comment after you read a story. What an author requires most is feedback. 1000 views and 0 comments? Please. I want to hear your opinion.
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Very good Story. Nice Story line and beautiful details. please continue blogging and posting more stories
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