Dharma Sutra by David Pugh

Author:David Pugh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
Published: 2019-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 53: In the Arms of Kali

The bicycle was resting against the huge chakra wheel that decorated the Shanti Hotel entrance. Remus, dressed only in an orange lungi and mala beads, looked around, the street was very busy so he decided that sniffing the seat might not be appropriate. Settling for a quick fondle of the saddle, he was surprised by a voice behind him,

‘Come to my office, African, and I might give you something warmer to touch.’

Kali was still dressed in the tight-fitting deep-blue catsuit; Remus looked embarrassed, fortunately his black skin hid the blush. The office seemed to also be her boudoir, decorated in what he took to be an African style, complete with a bed sheet with a pattern of leopard spots on alternating purple and hot pink bands. In-between the spots were flowers, which Remus took to be roses with no thorns, instead from each branch grew the letters L-O-V-E in ascending order. Remus couldn’t read in any language but recognised one of his favourite English words.

‘You many African things,’ the Gambian was feeling at home.

‘No, they are from the hill tribes here, mostly Bonda, but there are sixty-one other tribal people,’ Kali replied.

‘Bonda black people?’ Remus wanted to see more of her skin.

‘Not black, you know ochre, like Kalahari Bushmen,’ she replied.

‘Not been Kalahari, you very black all over,’ he wanted to unzip the Lycra suit, slip it off and study her closely.

‘I am a Jarawa from the Andaman Islands, the blackest people in India some say.’

‘You black as me, I like to put my skin next you skin,’ it was one of his winning seduction lines in The Gambia.

‘Perhaps African, but first I make you tea, special tea,’ she teased.

‘Bhang tea? I like, I try,’ Remus was never one to turn down a high.

She returned ten minutes later, ‘Better than bhang, this is soma, few know the true recipe but the best is made here in Odisha.’

‘It smell like shit,’ he grimaced.

Kali handed him the dark cloudy hot mix; Remus looked dubiously at it as it didn’t smell too nice.

‘Very close,’ Mrs Khadanga laughed, ‘the psilocybin cubensis mushroom, the main ingredient, grows in elephant dung.’

Remus wanted to throw it away, but she offered to share the cup with him, bringing them in close eye contact. They both drank and she led him to the bathroom.

‘We both shower now,’ she offered him the zip at the back of her skin-tight suit.

‘I no want to wash hair, dreads no like washing,’ he said.

‘Okay, I wash you from here down to here,’ indicating his neck to his penis and removing his lungi.

Kali turned her back to him, and he slowly slid the zip down to her rounded backside, peeling this second skin down her legs to her feet. When she was naked he turned her around while still on his knees, eyes level to her pudenda. Like her bed sheets her pubic hair grew in leopard spots, quite usual in African women.

‘You African!’ he looked in awe

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