Disclaimer:
This story is a product of fiction, imagination, fantasy and exaggeration of some real events either related to the author or witnessed by the author.
Hi! I am Mohit and with this story, I am building the premise for other stories to come. It's a humble effort to write a realistic, engaging and stimulating well-written story in the sea of superficial and shallow stories
The story begins here:
After the sweet and intense fucking session, me and my girlfriend, Mohini, were lying in the bed fully naked. Her head was on my shoulder with her left hand resting on my chest and her left leg entangling my leg. The room was dark with faint street light creeping in through the window curtain. The fan was angrily rotating and shouting at the silence in the room.
Mohini whispers: Mohit?
Me silently: Hmm..
Mohini softly scratched my chest with the index finger and said: Apart from your manly behavior, I don't know you much at an intimate level, your likes, insecurities, desires, fantasies, kinks, what turns you on, etc.
After some silence, I said: Hmm. I have many fantasies, desires, kinks, and likes which at times are twisted and dark. I know you have felt these in me and I can sense similar things in you. I have struggled with these for many years but now I have accepted that there are two different persons inside me.
The first one is known to everyone -- The smart, intelligent, sincere, disciplined, hardworking, sensitive introverted guy.
The other one is born out of insecurities and horniness that come after dark or in lonely and anxious moments. He has hardly any boundaries and is selfish, emotionless, merciless, feeds on others' insecurities and demands obedience.
Mohini gulped and asked: Yeah, I felt that. And your likes?
Me: Many and diverse but major ones are submissive type, busty and thick women, mature women, desi aunty-type.
Mohini: Ohh. So, you like me because I am not slim?
Me: Hmm and more.
Mohini: We will discuss it later. Why do you like them?
Me: Maybe I will tell you later.
Mohini: Ok. At least tell me one of your fantasies. Maybe the simpler one if not dark and twisted. I won't judge you.
Me: Ok. Let me think.
Mohini: Hmm (and softly kissed my chest).
Me: I imagine a dark room.