That ONE hot night in Kolkata as I had my first orgasm…

And this is an intensely personal memory I’ve not shared anywhere else as of now – not even in the sizzling hot Indian femdom recollections book. Maybe in Vol #2…

Twas not to female feet as you might imagine.

Twas on a hot summer night to a relative – younger (I was around 10, maybe 9) – males soles…who I often in Indian played “bandi bandi” with. Prisoner prisoner, till this date I’ve no idea why I chose that name or we did.

That game was one I invented, a “secret” washing feet. Each other’s. By turns. I believe the “bandi” ie prisoner did.

This is no doubt music, nay, symphony orchestra to the incest fetish lovers, but other than feet – nothing to report. Honest.

But the mind is what counts.

Those were the days, Manju, mentioned in the book above would squat obesquiously by me as I watched TV in a comfortable grandfather chair.

I felt irritated, thinking back on it (privacy). She’d show up all the time.

But it also “aroused” me though a younger me didn’t understand it.

How many guys remember the FIRST time they had a hard on?

Not many I bet. This morning I was thinking of this and other scandalous memories – things I often wonder if the other folks involved remember – I suspect they do – or see the significance of – I suspect most don’t and pass or off as “just something”…

..and I really believe it was that hot summer night in Kolkata, licking his SOLES, so soft and adorable – like my own – that relative was the one I oddly enough, no pun intended – got along with the most and best….

Something was building in my pants, I felt it, I wasn’t sure what or why, first time, but as I licked his soles furiously it excited me. My only other equally important thought – I hope he doesn’t wake up. I would have, but a lot aren’t light sleepers like I!

I still remember the gleam of my saliva on his soles, the moonlit night. Don’t know if it was a full moon or simply street lights, but the balcony was open, bedroom door open, all asleep in that giant house I remember like yesterday…

The broad feet, the toes… Sorta like my own lovely feet! X

Suddenly it contracted and “something” came out?

Pleasure?

Oddly enough I remember the explosion more than the pleasure. I believe it was more that than actual pleasure at least for the first orgasm!

And thats that, I still remember the hot night, mosquito net…

…and of course, my grandmother’s feet.

Nah. Nothing there!

But sizzling hot memories die hard, pun intended.

And thats that.

Best

Mike Watson

PS – How many of you can relate to this sort of thing?

I suspect a lot…

And, I’ll be sharing in the near future an even more scandalous memory like this. Ah, the things we dont talk about, but perhaps should!