A Yearning for Jonas Cord - Erotic Fiction by IndiCap Sun was shining brightly on the sleepy little town in Kerela situated along the shore of the Arabian Sea. Its rays made dazzling glare on the white sand making it seem like a lace frill at the edge of the azure skirt crafted by the vastness of the sea. Palm trees growing here and there swayed mildly as light breeze fanned them with butterfly wings. Along the waterfront nestled among the palm trees and few mango and pipal trees, was the row of cottages, built so simply, in design typical of Kerela villages that they seemed part of the natural landscape rather than manmade structures. Beyond those cottages, lay rest of the small town- residences, offices, temples, markets, and schools.

Chandana Roy sat in veranda of one of the sea-facing cottages, which was her home, reading a novel. She was about nineteen, slender and supple, with an alluring mouth, and eyes black as night. Her feet clad in thin sleepers were perched on another armchair that lay adjoining hers. The book in her hand was ‘The Carpetbaggers’ by Harold Robbins and its explicit depictions of sex were driving her senses to the edge. She could hardly rein in the wispy trail of desire that had started traveling down her legs. Ah what a passionate story, she sighed to herself. Suddenly she could not read any more, instead she wanted to contemplate - what it would feel like to be loved by a man as ruthless as Jonas Cord, the protagonist superbly depicted in The Carpetbaggers.  

Her imagination soared and soon she found herself thinking of not one but two different lovers, both as wonderful as Jonas Cord, and both as deeply in love with her. To be desired by two handsome men- oh how interesting that would be! Two men desperately in love with her and she is forced to choose one of them and break the other one’s heart. If only something so dramatic happened to her! Not that she liked breaking anyone’s heart, but in the end she could belong to only one. Maybe the two men would fight a duel over her. After all, decisive men like Jonas Cord in ‘The Carpetbaggers’ would never give up their girl without a bloody fight. Chandana prayed desperately that it would not come to bloodshed.  Maybe one of her suitors would somehow reconcile himself to life without her.

How sad it would be for the man whose heart she must break. He would be desperately in love and would naturally feel devastated at losing her. She felt a pang as she contemplated the plight of her imaginary lover. It was so unfair that he should lose after loving so deeply. She consoled herself by thinking that he would be heartbroken for a while only and then he would move on and find some other woman. She had read in a Harold Robbins novel that men can fall in love many times whereas for a woman the first time is usually the last. But what if he wasn’t able to forget her and preferred spending rest of his life pining for her? Maybe he would become a poet and write beautiful verses contemplating his lost love. Someday his book would be published and it would be dedicated to her. Of course he would not mention her by name for the fear of harming her reputation; the dedication line would just say- to my only love. The book would be widely acclaimed and people would wonder who that woman was who broke this famous poet’s heart, but only she and he would know her true identity. Ah how touching!

But who could her two lovers be? She knew that Siddharth, a student in her college, was in love with her. Siddharth was not one of those ruggedly handsome types but he sure was good looking, fair, of medium height, rather thin, with a straight nose and well-shaped mouth. His large black eyes had the tendency of looking at things with singular persistence. The glasses that he wore made him appear like a studious person, which he in fact was. He preformed well in his studies at college. He planned to be a lawyer. Well, Siddharth compared poorly with Jonas Cord, but the fact worth considering was that he had declared his love few weeks back on the seashore, when evening was just setting and they were sitting together on a rock overlooking the sea. It felt so romantic when he kissed her on her lips. She responded by pushing her tongue between his lips while her hand pulled him closer. A bond had formed between them that evening.

She started thinking what would have happened that evening if Siddharth had been more like Jonas Cord. Of course a Jonas Cord would not have been satisfied with just a mere kiss and a light hug; he would have gone all the way. He would have taken her with or without her will. Of course she would have succumbed willingly to his ardor, after all what girl in her right senses can refuse anything to someone like Jonas Cord. Siddharth’s lips would have been more insistent during the kiss and his hand would have boldly taken possession of her breasts. His mouth would have traveled southward and kissed her nipples through the cotton shirt she was wearing. She would not utter a squeak of protest as he removed her shirt and rest of her clothes. They would have sex right there on the sea shore, oblivious to who came and went.     

But she needed one more inamorata to complete her love triangle. There was hardly any dearth of men who set admiring glances on her, some tried to flirt with her more openly. However there wasn’t true love involved in all that. She needed a true lover, someone who would be head over heels in love with her, like she was sure Siddharth was. She thought of Purnendu, the star batsman of college cricket team. He was tall, more than six feet, and had a muscular figure. His features were surprisingly delicate for so tough looking man. When he smiled his full red lips would form a perfect cupid’s bow, showcasing the tenderness of his disposition. Chandana found him very handsome and had a serious crush on him. Though he had not made any avowal of love, whenever they met she could notice in his eyes the warm glow of admiration. Sometimes when they chatted, amid the banter, which was mostly the staple of their conversation, he always managed to slip in few flattering remarks about how beautiful she looked. When they shook hands he never failed to give her hand a pressure that she could not mistake. But all that did not necessarily mean that he was in love with her, he did that sort of thing with few other girls as well, not without reason he was called the college Casanova.

Frantically she fantasized about a scenario where she would allow herself to be seduced by Purnendu at college. They would be working on some research project at the chemistry lab and by some quirk of fate they would be the only two people there. Purnendu would try to kiss her first; she would make a modicum of protest but in the end let him have his way. She would open her mouth and let him push his tongue inside. While still kissing her he would remove her shirt and bra. He would kiss all over her tits, lavishing attention on them and even biting gently on her nipples. ‘Yesss...bite them...’ she would moan. ‘Make me feel it!’

Her love triangle was now complete, in her mind at least. She had two lovers - Siddharth and Purnendu. Now she must choose whose she was going to be. Whereas there was thrill and excitement in being a sporting legend’s wife, being married to a lawyer would probably bore her to death. It took only moments for her to decide in favor of Purnendu, who to her young mind seemed more like Jonas Cord. Siddharth could never measure up to a flamboyantly handsome cricket player like Purnendu. Still he was a nice guy and she felt sorry to have to break his heart. When the time came for her to tell him that she could not be his girlfriend he would naturally be desolate and disappointed. He would probably leave the town and go to some lonely place and spend rest of his days writing poetry. And one day his book would be published, dedicated to his one true love.

‘Ah life is so good,’ she murmured to herself and went back to reading the Harold Robbins novel from where she had left it.

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