Here Charitable Individualism is the key!… nothing less.


The sooner you sew, the more your experience!

Well, that was what was taught to the Tailor in his sewing school. The statement may have metaphysical dimensions, yet as a person endowed with modest brains, he was smug interpreting THE SOONER YOU SEW, THE MORE YOUR EXPERIENCE as a dictum where “experience” was a desirable achievement in itself.

The Metaphysics that the faster  one does a repetitive work, the more time one GAINS to continue with the repetitive work makes a person more EXPERIENCED. SO, when two persons of similar age meet MAN is judged by the amount of WORK ACCOMPLISHED, and NOTHING ELSE. The more experienced GAINS in RANK. That gives MORE TIME FOR THE MORE EXPERIENCED to CLIMB.

THE tailor’s greatest weapon is that he could gain INTIMACY of the Body with the female client without having got MENTALLY intimate. She takes his orders. Some take his soft instructions given by his fingers on her back. She submits herself like an intelligent and obedient student. This tailor  was that, but he had packed more experience an hour than all his peers. A hall-mark of skill and energy.

Nothing excites a woman more than an enterprising and energetic man. His enterprising nature could finance her prodigality; and his energy would create imaginative games on bed and keep her mentally snug. A typical woman like this she was. But she was a lil too shy, the type of shyness which is relatable to PRIDE than genuine BASHFULNESS! Once a friend of hers had said that this Veteran tailor stitched the best and it was a delight to visit him. She decided- to visit him. She drove up to a textile shop, got herself a Saree and a matching blouse material and entered the tailor’s shop. The tailor was around 34 years of age with a mustache neatly trimmed  below the nose but becoming a twirlable bush at both the ends of the mouth. He had a curious control over his upper lip which betrayed “formality” yet a lascivious mischief betrayed by the succulent lower lip which was freshly moisturized by his intermittent smack.

She liked him. She was looking forward to his moves. He  said, “So Miss…………… what kept  such a beautiful woman away from my shop for so many years?”

“Ms. Reema……….”  she said.

YES MISS REEMA WHAT KEPT SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AWAY FROM MY SHOP FOR SO MANY YEARS?

Before she could recover from her blush the second salvo was fired by the tailor. He said. “I WOULD BE DIVINELY BLESSED IF I COULD DRAPE YOU AND ALLOW TO ADOPT YOU AS MY INSPIRING ANGEL. “

She felt an urge which came out as, “……I have brought some blouse material for stitching.”

“Stitching is the job of an apprentice, but i FIT you with LOOKS.” said the tailor.

Reema was floored. She was remembering Pygmalion. A person who was going to breathe a new vision into her life.

She found herself walking into a room for which our tailor opened  the door. It was spacious, he made her stand on a wooden patch and took her hand and raised them like a dance master teaching his pupil. Now that the hands were raised shoulder high, she felt partially exposed to his mischievous view, however she steadied herself apprehending that her “giving in” too quickly should not slake his Curiosity, if not his appetite.

He went right behind her as if to hug her, slung his measuring tape over her breasts and caught the end of the tape deftly with his left hand. There was something elegant about people using their left hand to do things. It is so “charming” she thought. Yet in that flicker of a second, she felt a hard press of a swollen male crotch gently grazing  her frotteuristic fold and then go back when he caught that end of the tape. She was giving the tailor the benefit of doubt- and called it a “functional accident”- an undesirable thing happening during the course of one’s DUTIES. But that split second SENSATION was still lingering in her mind. “was he hard for me or is he a priapus? >………..” so she was cogitating.

The tailor asked, : Miss Reema, do you want the blouse to be FASHIONABLE?

WHAT IS FASHIONABLE?

“SEE MISS REEMA, IF I TAKE YOUR  CUP SIZE, MEASURE YOUR GIRTH AND SHOW YOU SOME CATALOGUE AND ASK FOR YOUR CHOICE OF DESIGN, THAT IS TAILORING. BUT IF YOU LET ME FEEL YOU AND ENVISAGE YOU IN THE BEST POSSIBLE FORM, THEN I MAY DRESS YOU UP IN A WAY THAT YOU WOULD REMAIN A FAIRY ANGEL TO ME. An ANGEL- as you inspired me; and a FAIRY as you would be my  CREATION of my SENSATION.

I WANT TO BE FASHIONABLE………Reema blurted out.

(to be CONTINUED)

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Comments on: "Tailor & his Mistress!" (6)

  1. And if u do write one…… to be continue?? ….MY ASS!!! 😀 Finish your soft p***… I am curious :p

    • Isis, this isnt porn. WHY then are u curious- poor taste?

      • I know it isn’t I was only Joking… and I am curious to see what happened next cuz it was interesting .. By calling my taste poor u just called your own writing poor ;-)… Which it’s definitely NOT!! So have a sense of humor and finish your story! :p

  2. Isis thank you for your comments. i have to be “inspired” to continue!! lol

  3. Was that a hint ;-)??? Or u r just being a tease now??? :p

  4. Still nothing yet???

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