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7E of Sunny Leone

7E of Sunny Leone: There are moments in life that remain etched in your mind and which can never be erased. This story is about one I will be fantasizing about for years to come.

I work for a science center based in New Delhi which consumes all my time and energy. The life of a researcher is mundane and unexciting, to say the least.

Dating and relationships have always taken a backseat to my career. But at that stage in my life, I was especially sure that men would never satisfy me the way work did. After all, I was a young, successful Indian woman who didn’t rely on anyone else to get what I wanted – what could I possibly be missing?

I had just boarded a flight home after presenting a research paper on gene therapy at a conference in Bangalore. The presentation had gone off well but my energy was spent.

I knew it was just a matter of time before I was back in New Delhi in the comfort of my own home. The first thing I was going to do was take off the stiff, uncomfortable business suit....
I had been wearing all day and slip into one of my colourful and comfortable saris. The touch of the soft cotton on my skin always made me feel good. I wore my saris braless at home, which made me feel even more relaxed.

At work, I would pair my demure office clothes with sexy undergarments made of lace and satin that always made my breasts feel perky and firm. I couldn’t get home fast enough.

The final passengers started boarding the plane. After a long and drawn-out day, I was hoping that the seat next to me would remain empty so I could enjoy a relaxing flight home.

Little did I know that fate had other things in store for me that night.I looked up and saw a tall, slender man standing in front of me, placing his luggage in the overhead haul.

I could see his defined biceps tightening as he tried to shove his luggage into the bin. Something about his strength and determination made my heart race.

He sat down next to me and we made eye contact. It was only seconds but it felt so much longer. He pulled out his laptop and started working instantly.

His firm hands and fingers tapped the keyboard forcefully as he answered emails. It was like my heart was beating in sync with his typing.

As he typed faster and harder my pulse kept pace and I found myself flustered and silently slipping into a heated trance. What was it about this stranger that had me obsessing over him?

Without exchanging a word with him, I started weaving a story around the tall, dark, and handsome man sitting next to me.
He had to be a CEO or entrepreneur. Someone who had never been told no and had attained everything he’d ever wanted in life. Someone who enjoyed the best that life had to offer and had an insatiable thirst for its forbidden fruits.
He's confident, piercing stare told me that he was someone who was always in charge when it came to work or women. He had delicate lips that had mastered the perfect degree of smirk and confidence,

and his entire look signaled that he was someone who knew exactly what to say (or not to say) to get what he wanted.

I could tell by looking at his soft hands and perfectly manicured nails that he knew just how important a gentle touch was in disarming the strength and will of someone he was pursuing.

And all this with a hard body that he clearly spent endless hours honing into being a perfect specimen of the human form – it was just the tool he needed to dominate anyone who challenged him.
He was a businessman who could close any deal, and a lover who could make any woman succumb to his desire.

Twenty minutes into the flight and I still couldn’t stop thinking about the man who was sitting next to me. I thought a glass of hot tea and a good book would help me relax and maybe fall asleep.

Instead, it had the reverse effect and I started getting a little more courageous about expressing my admiration, sneaking long glances at him.

I knew that this was just a fun schoolgirl crush and when we landed I would never think about him again. At one point, I noticed him rubbing the top of his leg as he steadily focused on reading what looked to be a business contract of some sort.
It was probably just a nervous habit he had when he was focused on something, but I couldn’t help but find it exhilarating. His lean, muscled hand rubbing himself,
front to back to front to back, no doubt creating warm friction on his thigh that was getting hotter with each firm stroke. Then without warning, he turned my way and caught me staring at his thighs.He looked at me with a wicked smile and I began to blush. Trying to recover, I said that I had been admiring his watch and was looking for something similar as a gift for my father.

7E of Sunny Leone He started off on a story about a business trip to Germany where he had found the watch. I was so flustered I couldn’t pay attention to the details of his story, but made appropriate facial expressions to let him know that I was interested.
A few minutes into his story he parted his legs slightly wider. I could feel the cool material of his pants now touching the bare skin of my knee. He moved his hand on to his knee and then all of a sudden I could feel the warm sensation of his smooth, dark skin on mine.

The tip of his ring finger was gently circling the top of my knee, sending a tingling sensation up my thigh. I had to keep my composure so I made sure not to break eye contact with him and talked and acted like nothing was happening.

But inside my heart was racing and my body was covered in goosebumps from his touch. I was emotionally terrified. Here was a man who could clearly have any woman he wanted.
His past love affairs most likely were with models and actresses or chic corporate women.Why would he flirt with something like me? Was I reading more into this? Was he only accidentally touching me?

As my mind raced in confusion, he moved the subject to me and asked me in his beautiful, deep voice where I was traveling to. Not being born with the gift of flirtation or small talk,

I replied that I was flying home. I went into a nervous rant about the scientific research I was doing and I’m sure he didn’t understand any of it.

Embarrassed, I just stopped talking. He leaned close to me and whispered that he was secretly a science nerd too, and not to tell anyone. I giggled like a schoolgirl and suddenly felt relaxed.

The scent of his cologne lingered by my face for a few moments and I could feel the cabin getting warmer. He began to talk about an article on global warming he had read that

morning in the Times of India, but all I could do was sit there and fantasize about his firm, lush lips hovering over my neck, which was sending me into a frenzy.

7E of Sunny Leone Then it hit me. I was his prey. He saw right through my naive distractions and his instincts told him that I wanted to be hunted. And he was right. I nervously started to tell him another science story, but before I could even get a sentence out he had placed his finger on my lips and silently instructed me to stop talking. I couldn’t resist opening my mouth slightly and nudging my tongue out just enough to taste the soft skin of his finger.

He slowly moved his fingers down my chin, past my throat, eventually arriving at my chest. I knew he could feel my heart pounding like a jackhammer at a construction site. He leaned over and whispered for me to undo the top button of my blouse. I followed his instruction, and decided to go one step further and undo another button. But before I could he grabbed my hand and whispered to do exactly what he instructed me to do. Nothing more.

Nothing less. I looked around and everyone in the dimmed cabin seemed to be asleep. No one was walking around and the stewardesses were chatting at the front of the cabin. I was safe but the feeling of being caught had only heightened the thrill. My body temperature began to rise and a single drop of sweat started to form at the base of my neck and drip down slowly.

Before it could come to the valley between my breasts, he gently wiped it off with his finger. Then he delicately sucked on the tip of his finger as if he had tasted the sweetness of honey. He took my hand and I could feel my body melting as he tightly interlocked his fingers with mine. That simple gesture was like nothing I had ever felt before.My heart continued to beat faster as he stared deep into my eyes.
Words couldn’t describe the electric sensations that were pulsating through every nerve in my body. I couldn’t help but fantasize about what would happen next. I wanted nothing more than for him to use my body to fulfill all his animalistic desires. As the flight continued the passion between us grew more heated. He instructed me to close my eyes and I willingly complied. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

7E of Sunny Leone His lips were only inches away, filling me with anticipation. I could barely control myself as his lips finally made contact with my skin. My eyes were still closed but I could feel the sensation of his lips kissing my neck like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings. I let out a quiet gasp as his wet tongue began to make its way up from the bottom of my neck to the top. My whole body was sweating with desire and I was paralyzed with anticipation as I sat there awaiting his next instruction.

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In a voice so quiet that it was almost inaudible he asked me to get up and make my way to the airplane lavatory. I stood up and squeezed past him, my eyes never leaving his as I did so. Just as I was stepping on to the aisle I paused for a brief second, my breast looming dangerously close to his mouth. I could feel his warm breath penetrating the material of my blouse and I felt as if I was in a sauna.

Halfway down to the lavatory I could feel him staring at me, silently undressing me with his eyes as he followed behind. I entered and shut the door behind me and waited for what seemed an eternity for him to enter. The door opened slowly and our eyes immediately locked. As he closed the door we had no other choice than to press our bodies firmly against each other. He turned around and grabbed the back of my head and swiftly brought our lips together. His lips tasted like the sweet saltiness of a mango that I couldn’t get enough of.

As we kissed, our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Impatiently he removed his belt and flung it forcefully to the floor. He pulled down his trousers, placed his hands on my waist, and lifted me on to his body. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist like a tightly coiled snake, as our tongues tasted and wet each other’s bodies. As we stood there intertwined he ran his soft hands firmly down my back causing an electric sensation to shoot down my spine.

7E of Sunny Leone

His delicate touch discovering every part of my body opened me up to sensations I had never felt before. I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as I felt our bodies merging into one. Our hearts began to beat harder as our bodies moved together in a sensual rhythm. As the rhythm between us gathered tempo, beads of sweat started to form all over our bodies, forcing us to hold on to each other harder as our glistening bodies grew slippery.

7E of Sunny Leone

Our eyes made contact as if our souls were meant to be one.The pleasure our bodies had been longing for from the moment we first met had finally been fulfilled. We stood there gasping for air as we remained intertwined with one another. Without saying a word, we started to pull ourselves apart. Before exiting he pulled me towards him. My body was still trembling from the passionate encounter.

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine. I knew it was the last time I would ever get to enjoy the sweetness of his luscious lips.It was an experience so unreal that I knew my body would never feel that satisfaction again. As he left I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was disheveled, the top button of my blouse ripped and my skirt crumbled.
I straightened myself up as much as I could and wondered if people would sense what had just happened. Luckily I had a jacket to cover up my indiscretions. On the way back to my seat I heard the pilot announcing that we were about to approach our destination. I squeezed back into my seat, my back towards him.

We didn’t make eye contact or speak a word for the rest of the flight. In the dark, silent cabin, I closed my eyes and replayed the lovemaking that had just occurred.

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It was a scene so unreal that I had to remind myself that this wasn’t just some fantasy. My beating heart, my sweat-stained body were evidence. We landed and just as we were about to get up from our seats he leaned over, one more time, to whisper goodbye in my ear.
I could feel his breath teasing my body one last time. I turned to him so our eyes could meet. I hungrily tried to capture every detail of his face so it would remain deep in my memory. He stood up, grabbed his bag from the bin, and started walking to the exit. My eyes followed him and, just before he walked out of the plane, he turned and looked at me one last time. Then he was gone. I knew we would go back to our normal lives, never to see one another again. That incident would be something that would get me through the loneliest times in my life. Maybe I was just one of many girls in his sexual conquests, maybe he has forgotten my face. But I will never forget him. His beautiful dark skin, his forceful but delicate touch, and the sweet taste of his wet kisses will be with me forever.