And her lovely blue sari that has always DRIVEN me INSANE just looking.
Actually as you can tell from the odes to this wonderfully dominant, yet curiously enough the polar opposite with me – her mere presence drives me bonkers with unfufiled LUST as it should be.
That beautiful smile was on full display today. I’ve been meaning to chat with her for a while. Every time I see madam in public though she’s too shy. Like Shivika is. In both cases, both the 55 year old and 20 year old – the radiant smiles and happiness every time I say hello to them says it all and for me at least makes it all worth it.
There she was.
The waist that I love so fatter than before. The breasts even more pondulous and lovely. Not fat. That fine line between thick and fat this one time so smart female laborer, supposedly the lowest of low in India and unfortunately treated as such – she treads it so well!
My.
Her feet!
Cleaning the driveway barefoot. Those feet, I didn’t even see the lovely soles and shins – my they’re so fat(ter)!
Truly every woman deserves a foot massage tailored to HER body type as written before.
And that smile. Reserved for me alone. Not even her husband who sits all day and does nothing..
SHE is the sort of woman I’d say – Madam – PLEASE.
I beg you.
Take care of my house. Massage me. If I can stay away from paying HER to massage HER. Hehe. And so forth.
My.
It was lovely!
Unfortunately everyone was staring as always. Typical india. How dare the “foreigner” talk to an extremely dark skinned older maid.
Except I will, and publicly and so.
And I just wanted to clean her feet once again, rub the calloused soles and make them “buttery soft” for her as I’ve said so many times before.
No wonder women half her age are jealous of her, and Shivika too.
Real women and they’re BOTH Goddesses.
I’d kiss her thick waist and the slight rolls of fat forever. Hehe.
Miss Sofia , no doubt reading this, would probably love the spectacle. As Madam should.
And that’s that.
Best and yes, Sofia, Indian women are indeed gorgeous and I wish I could post Bhagos photo here but she’s too shy!
Maybe someday.
Hehe.
Read all about the mania in the idea available here. No, that’s not her on the cover of the compilation.
It IS her handbag though and though that’s been replaced now, the slippers aka flip flops remain the SAME.
I’ll never forget them like I don’t with Jyotis flip flops.
Slept with them almost!
She has also bought a new dumbphone. Thank you Ma’am!
But I’ll always remember the old Nokia, much with Aa Chie. Who so nicely pasted her picture on the back of that phone and there it stayed for literally 7 years till it was taken off by Rachna. You don’t need that anymore, boy!
Hehe. Maybe not, maybe I do.
Bhagwatis was black. I remember the day she “accidentally” left it behind after cleaning. Sign from the heavens though I didn’t know it then. Sorry, Ma’am. I’ll say that so happily though it was not my fault. But it always is if she’s a woman. Hehe.
I’ll always remember those sly without meaning overly sexual glances.
Those big expressive eyes haven’t changed. They still make Madam stand out amongst all the other Queens.
And those thick yet extremely feminine upper arms.
And that dominant piegon footed walk will never change.
I’d lick her asshole all day even if she was 99.
Perhaps the only woman I come close to “loving” as I’ve written about, whatever love is.
Paye lagu, Bhagwati Madam ..ji!
I never want you to perform manual labor or work as a housemaid, a job you do so well despite not liking it and I don’t blame you – for the rest of your lovely life.
India’s nasty roads should be thanking you for your Goddess like flip flops and bare feet landing on them.
She brings me luck in real life. And ALWAYS my dreams.
I love you, and I forever will, and so do you.
And you are MINE. Just MINE.
You forever will be.
Best
Mike Watson
PS – At the risk of repeating myself, Shivika you look even more gorgeous today and I’ll never tire of complimenting that common sense genuinely female vibe of yours. XO.
Edit – Hours later, I still can’t get your cracked soles, those deep lines so “sadly” visible in comparison to my own so loved by all baby soft soles I did nothing to “earn” compared to YOU. Probably why I never really showcase my own despite folks going nuts, no pun, over them. I don’t blame you. Hehe truly like “girls foot” like Carol correctly pointed out except the right degree of manliness too, the perfect combo X.
No matter how much I scrub they reappear. . .
Maybe that’s a good thing, Devi Ji. Goddess. . . Right down to her name which literally means that in Hindi. Maybe that’s what the Goddesses deemed. I’ll let y’all figure out which one. Not an easy choice ill tell ya! Even for me.
Maybe that’s how it’s MEANT to be.
Forever.
Like I’d hold her in my arms forever and ever, just gaze into those soulfully lovely deep pools of sadness, annoyance and wisdom that reflects SO in them…
The maid that NEVER was, will be for me. Maybe. Hehe.
The superbly indirectly dominantly most caring ever Malkin that always WAS, IS, will be. Facts!
