Warning! If you lack sensuousness, this post may be offensive to your taste. Sensational, graphic photographs follow the text.
A confession in the open. I love Mousumi. Forget the women I have married and escaped getting married to! In all my life, I have never had anyone like M. I cannot imagine any in her class in any city in any world. Yes, that sounds so corny and OTT, but love does that to you. It makes your eyes misty, your breath shallow and fast, and sets the old pulse on an uneven cadence, like a horse with a mild groin injury.
Love is a reflection of value. A value is something to gain and to keep. Is it hard for you, beloved (lady) reader, to accept that I, the virtual apple of your amorous cock-eye, am besotted with one who is far sweeter than you can fathom?
Let me tell you about M. Perfectly proportioned, her unapologetic curves arouse lascivious looks from one and all. Soft and silky to the touch, once I lift her in my strong hands, I can’t wait a second before my moist lips reach for her. My tongue licks her teasingly for a brief moment before my teeth sink into the soft flesh. Soon, her juices are mine. Taking Mousumi is an unbelievable experience. The heart pounds as never before. I am afraid I will die of pleasure.
I can’t wait to enjoy Mousumi again.
Ladies and gentlemen, presenting you Mousumi!
Made of fresh Notun gur, the jaggery from fresh date palm that is a specialty of Bengal, Mousumi has a filling of fresh, grated coconut, moistened in the gur and enriched with nuts.
The softness of the sandesh is matched by the fresh, pure flavors of the gur. Contrary to what you may imagine, her sweetness is not overpowering. But there is no way to miss its after-taste!
Mousumi comes from the house of Nakur Nandi, old-time confectioners of Kolkata. Once available only in North Kolkata, it is now enjoyed even by people in the South of the city.
Alas, in a few weeks, Mousumi will leave us and reappear after a full year!