My Encounters With Muslim Men : A Hindu Girl' Recollections. Episode 1  

Lendrika 39F
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9/4/2017 2:00 am

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My Encounters With Muslim Men : A Hindu Girl' Recollections. Episode 1


Introduction :

In my blog "Hindu Girls and Muslim Men" I have attempted to seriously examine the nature of the fascination that exists between Hindu girls and Muslim men. I did try to explain it through the lens of history, social artifacts and the complex workings of the human psyche. However the lived experience of these relationship has a texture all of it's own which speaks for itself. It reveals much about me and the men about whom I speak of. So here it is, a narrative of some episodes which I share with my all of you on Meelp. Should any of the men with whom I had these encounters read these recollections I hope they recapture the excitement we felt at that time. For others I hope it evokes their erotic senses. I also hope all will express their views with candor.

Episode 1 : Loss of Virginity : Murtaza Part 1

Like most Indian girls I lost my virginity on the threshold of womanhood. Indian girls become sexually active during their late teens or early twenties; most with their husbands and some with men whom they get involved with. By the late teens our sexual awareness is heightened and desires, inchoate but nevertheless aroused, are impatiently waiting to find expression. It was at this phase of my life that it all happened.

I was 18 and lived with my parents in South Delhi. My father worked in the government and we had lived in an apartment provided by government, one of three on the fifth floor, in a multistoried complex, for a little over 2 years. All our neighbors were government officials and their families. All festivals and social functions were celebrated in the complex with families which formed a fairly close community. So parents were assured of their children's safety and all the young people enjoyed a great degree of freedom. One of our neighbors was a Muslim man, about 42-43 years old, who lived with his wife and 4 children one floor below ours. His name was Murtaza Ali Khan. I used to call Murtaza "uncle" as it is usual in India to address an older person known to you. I used to see him on the staircase or the elevator and would wish him. He was very friendly and used to smile a lot at me.

Holi, a very important Indian festival, is celebrated with great gusto throwing colored water on each other. It is celebrated in March each year. Like 'Mardi Gras' in Latin America it is celebrated in an atmosphere of great permissiveness. People throw colored water on each other and there is a rowdiness, roughness and lewdness in the play. Men and women play without restraint and guys take that opportunity to grope girls. It is a Hindu festival but many Muslim men join in because it gives them a chance to grope and feel up Hindu girls and women. Many clandestine affairs start during Holi. The previous year I was out on the front lawn of our apartment complex with other boys and girls playing Holi throwing color on each other, when Murtaza like some of the older folk joined in the horse play. He was paying me a lot of attention splashing color on me and chasing me around. My clothes were wet with colored water. I tried to hide behind a hedge on the lawn. But he suddenly came up behind me and caught me from behind, rubbing color on my face and pressing himself against me. And then he put his hands on my breasts squeezing lightly. I was shocked and confused. But after that day I he would smile at me in a peculiar way. I was not able to understand my own feelings. His hands had felt very warm, evoking a strange feeling of fullness in my breasts. I knew it was not right but I kept quiet. I was just 17 at that time. Remembering that episode afterwards I would feel my cheeks getting hot and red and a kind of tingling in my breasts.

The next year the festival of Holi did not come soon enough me. I waited for it with some apprehension and a lot of anticipation too. As we started playing with colored water, I was keeping a weather eye cocked to see if he was joining in the fun. I was a bit let down when I didn't see him anywhere around. A bit later when we were all in the full swing of throwing color on each other and rubbing colored paste on each others faces I saw him coming towards me. I realized he was stalking me, hoping to catch me unawares. Strangely enough I ran away from him and hid behind the same hedge. Even today I don't know if it was really trying to hide away from the prying eyes of others almost unconsciously expecting him to pursue me there. Like the year before he stealthily came behind me and caught me, holding me closely in my wet clothes against him. It was almost as though he knew I had run in behind the hedge to be caught by him. His hands were all over me, on my thighs, bum and breasts. He squeezed my breasts very hard. I was very surprised when I seemed to feel a strange excitement in his touch. But I broke free and ran away. After that day when ever we met on the staircase he would look at my breasts and smile knowingly. I used to blush. A few times in the elevator, if we were alone, he would touch my breasts and buttocks. I would struggle a bit and break free as the elevator would stop and open. This went on for many weeks. I am surprised I never told anyone. I felt a lot of shame. But more than that I realized I was very excited and used to look forward to these brief moments of groping.

Read the sequel in my next posting.



BULL_4_HOTWife 36M
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9/4/2017 9:58 am

Well, finally my wait is Over An update at your blog Was really looking forward to hear yours discreet encounters with Muslim men especially loving moments of you loosing your Virginity

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Lendrika 39F
66 posts
9/4/2017 8:33 pm

Thanks. Bull. I'm glad you liked my recollection of this encounter. Mindless sex is boring. An intellectual examination of the physical feelings refines the experience and speaks to the authenticity of the episode. Thanks once again. It's good to know I'm appreciated by a discerning few !!


BULL_4_HOTWife 36M
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9/5/2017 10:16 am

    Quoting Lendrika:
    Thanks. Bull. I'm glad you liked my recollection of this encounter. Mindless sex is boring. An intellectual examination of the physical feelings refines the experience and speaks to the authenticity of the episode. Thanks once again. It's good to know I'm appreciated by a discerning few !!
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Mannladies 26M
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9/28/2017 6:39 pm

Dear u r a writer n choose each word perfectly


gandchodh 34M
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10/15/2017 4:14 am

Dear u hv mind blowing experience


gandchodh 34M
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10/15/2017 4:17 am

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lundkmaalka 34M
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11/29/2017 11:21 am

I felt myself as murtaza


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