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*#203*
*Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 07:35/)
Hi I am Manju I am a stage dancer I Perform Maharshtrian folkdance
called Lavani. You must be thinking how it is different yes I am
different because I am a man. I am one of the five leads who work
with our troop. Other four leads are females. I am treated as one
of the girls when I am with the group. Of the stage I am like a
regular man but on the stage I am like a goddess. Life is great up
till now and I enjoy everyday of my life.
Our troop was owned by a wealth old man who loves this art form.
The boss passed few days back due to prolong illness. He passed
all his possessions to his young daughter Shyama. Shyama studied
business management in US and dose not has any idea about our
business nor she has any interest in this business. We came to
know that Shyama was panning to sell the company and soon we all
would be jobless if she go through her plan. We all wanted to stop
Shyama from executing her plan. We called her for our performance
so to convince her to think otherwise. I took a lead in this.
Shyama refuse to see our show so we asked us if we could have a
private show for her to which she agreed. Things were set we all
were to perform for Shyama at her bungalow on Monday.
I was to make the nessesory arrangements for the show with the
help of her maid. On Sunday I visited the venue to see it. Shyama
was resting I inspected the hallway which was big enough for the
performance if we could do away with the live band. Being a leader
I decided that it is just going to be the dancers who will perform
over recorded music instead of live one. I conveyed the team about
the new development to which they all agreed.
On Monday all girls including myself went at the venue to perform.
Shyama was out but was expected to return before the performance.
We all used a spare bedroom on the ground floor as green room. We
all were ready and we were informed that Shyama was back and was
also ready for the performance. Shyama had allocated 1 hour for us
saying that she was short f time. One by one we started performing
I was to perform at last. I came out of the green room to perform
that is when I sow Shyama first time. She was sitting on the
center sofa with a glass of some sort of drink in her hand. Shyama
was dressed in a business suit. With a cigarette in her hand, her
short hair and her attire she looked like a man to me. I put in my
best as I wanted to impress her with my performance. As soon my
performance was over Shyama congratulated me and offered us drink.
Shayama said though she had agreed for only one hour of her time
that evening the performance has encouraged her to think
otherwise. She wanted one of our representatives to stay back to
we can discuss few things. Every one voted that I was the man for
the job any way I was the only man around. I agreed and it was
final I was to talk with Shyama and help her make her decision.
Shyama excused herself for some time as she had other things to
finish I was asked to wait in the spare bedroom which we had used
as our greenroom.
That was it I was sitting in my costume waiting for Shyama to come
back and resume our talks. While I was sitting alone I was
thinking about her. She was tall for a woman she was well built
also. Most importantly her choice of cloths was what one could
describe as men’s cloths all the way. The way she carried herself
was nothing less than a man. I was impressed by her personality
and her confidence. On the other hand though I was a man I was
dressed like a woman and was expected to behave like one when I
was with her. It was not necessary for me to present myself to
Shyama like this but I wanted to attract the man in her with my
girly charms. I think I was infatuated by the man portray by Shyama.
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*#206*
*Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 14:37/)
Manju and Shyam5
Shyama called me in her room I rushed in her room. When I was in
her room she just grabbed me in her strong arms. She asked me if
she could put on some soft music. When the music was on, she
noticed the shiver, in my hand as her fingers grazed my body. Her
own body was trembling with suppressed emotions. She looked at me
and caught my gaze. Our eyes locked onto each other and she knew
that she had to make her move now. She took me in her arms and led
me in a slow dance. At first I was shy, not having had the chance
to slow dance before. She too was nervous as she had not led
anyone before. I shivered in her arms like a young girl on her
first date. But soon our shyness melted and our bodies merged in
each others. She held me close and when my shivering got more
intense she raised my face and slowly started kissing him. At
first I just let her kiss me but as she continued to kiss me I
slowly started responding like a woman, kissing her back with
ferocity and melting in her arms. I closed my eyes and just
surrendered to her. She felt my hardness climax against her. When
my climax was complete she realized that I was very excited and
was going to need more "loving". She also noticed me clinging on
to her, for support, so she just bent a little, circled my sareed
bottom and lifted me up in her arms. I just lay with my head on
her shoulder and my arms around her neck, as she continued to
dance as she carried me. She noticed that she had carried me quite
easily, as though it was a natural thing for her. I too had
responded like a woman in her lovers arms. Her lifting me made me
feel all the more feminine. We continued slow dancing, with me in
her arms. Soon my passion took over and I wrapped my legs around
her hips as I started kissing her deeply. My passionate response
to her carrying me invigorated her and she carried me to the bed,
like a woman in heat. She laid me, on my back, on the bed and lay
besides me. Then she slowly started caressing and petting me till
I was responding to her kisses with my own kisses and petting. In
a little while I was hard again. She unhooked my blouse and bra.
Her fingers found my nipples and started teasing and kneading
them. Soon we were hardened and she put her mouth to them and
sucked on them making me cry out like a woman, begging for more.
Her own desires and needs started bubbling so she pulled down my
panties and worked her hand under my buns massaging them. I was
moaning like a woman. She flipped me over and kissed and bit my
bottoms. She pulled down her own briefs and straddled me. Then
bucking on my butt she rode to a throbbing orgasm. I lay crushed
under her as she covered me completely.
When we recovered, she pulled on her briefs and lower night suit,
while she raised me up so he could re drape and smoothen my saree.
She led me to the table, where she took me on her lap and I fed
her, interrupted with kisses. She started kissing me once more and
soon had me sitting at the edge of the table. My hands went around
her neck and legs wrapped around her hips instinctively. She
carried me to the bedroom once more. There she took me to the
mirror and stood me up. She stood behind me and we posed and
smiled. She then did something she had always fantasized about.
She took a deep breath, bent down and lifted me up in her arms.
Cradled in her arms I felt even more feminine and womanly. I clung
to her neck and kissed her making her feel more 'macho'. She
carried me to the bed, where she undressed me slowly and when I
was completely naked she herself undressed and proceeded to make
passionate love to me.
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*#207*
*Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 14:40/)
Manju and Shyam 4
It was almost 1145Pm by the time I finished with the kitchen. I
wanted to go back home. Shyama was not ready she said I could stay
for that night and in the morning her driver could drop me back.
She said she could drop me back but it seems that she few drinks
extra that night and it was not safe go me go home alone at that
time. I reminded her that I was a man and it was ok for me to go
back. Shyama insisted that stayed to which I agreed. I was to use
the spare bedroom which previously belonged to her girlfriend
Nisha who stayed with her for some time. Shyama wanted me to
change into Nisha’s saree. I soon dressed myself in Nisha’s
petticoat I change in to her blouse. Nish’s blouse fit me like it
was made for me. I draped the five yard saree and I was done. My
face needed very little make up. I painted my lips to match the
saree, put matching glass bangles on my wrist, adjusted my long
earings, and wore my open toe high heeled slippers. Then I walked
towards the mirror to admire myself. I was pleased with his
reflection I knew I could easily pass for a pretty woman or
housewife. I danced and pirouette in front of the mirror pleased
with the reflection. Just when I was enjoying and admiring myself,
in the mirror, shyama entered the room unannounced. Shyama had
changed in Dhoti Kurta she also wore a pice of cloth like dupatta
she looked handsome. She walked slowly up to me. She saw me and
stood up to meet me. She looked at myself with surprise and
commented on how well i had draped the saree and how pretty and
feminine I looked. Shyama knew that she had to take the lead. She
asked me if I was happy. When he blushed, shyama knew. Shyama
needed me to make a secret pact with her. I blushed even more.
Shyama lit a small oil lamp and placed it in the centre of the
room, she took some kumkum( red powder) and put it in the parting
of my hair near the hair line. She put a large bindi (red dot) in
the centre of my eye brows. She then tied the ends of my saree
with her duppata which she was carrying, pulled the pallu over my
head and led me round the small lamp, as a kind of marriage
ritual. When this was done, she put the lamp on the stand and told
me that for her I was no more Man who dressed as a woman but Manju
her wife, I agreed demurely like an obedient Indian wife. I was to
address her as Ji.
She then lifted me in her strong arms and carried me to the bed
where she then proceeded to administer to me that special kind of
LOVE. I was truly happy with her being on top.
The next morning, I woke up feeling calm and fulfilled. I had
slept like a satisfied baby and realized it was late morning. my
silk saree was in disarray and my hair needed fixing. I started to
rearrange my saree and heard the clinging sound of the glass
bangles on my wrist. I smiled very pleased with myself. I
rearranged the saree, which was crumpled and a little soiled and
only then realized that Shyama was still not up.
I freshened up I stripped off my clothes. The sari and blouse I
folded carefully and put it on a clothes hanger. I put the under
garments along with her used clothes in the corner. The bindi from
my fore head was lost in last nights love making. I wore fresh set
of undergarments and fresh blouse with another of cotton saree. I
went in the kitchen to prepared breakfast. Shyama came up behind
me and hugged me. I turned around and hugged her hard. She kissed
me lightly on the forehead and I asked her to freshen up while I
fix the breakfast.
I had already laid the breakfast on the small dinning table before
Shyama arrived. She joined me at the table. She saw how I was
blushing like a new wed girl. Shyama lovingly hugged me and told
me that she has some plans for the day. We sat down to eat a
simple continental breakfast with coffee. We enjoyed this simple
meal practically feeding each other. I did the cleaning up while
Shyama went to for freshen up.