Never About the Climax
I step into the room, you’re not there. You were supposed to be. We had decided the place and time to the last second – but you aren’t here. I have the key from the package you’d left in my room. And I’m wearing the dress you’d instructed me to wear. Everything’s right to the last detail, but where are you? I don’t know. I’m puzzled. I’m scared. I’m afraid you won’t show up. I’m hurt that our plan could’ve been sabotaged the last second and you couldn’t make it. I am nervous, even more so now, knowing I’m all alone. I sit on the edge of the perfectly made bed, the clean cream sheets wrinkling below me. I look at my phone for a sign, but there is none. I obviously...
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C ontributed by CK. “Kitna bada ho gaya hai”, she whispered into his ear as her eyes were transfixed on his erect manhood. A muffled moan left his lips as she tightened her grip on his shaft. For reasons unknown to him, she seemed fascinated by it. The only possible reason, he figured, would have been because she was seeing one for the first time in her life. The thought bought a smile to his face and his cheeks turned into the same colour as his member. It was a moonlit night and they were sitting atop a friend’s terrace. It was in the shape of a huge G and their friends who were at the other end of the terrace couldn’t see them. As a couple, they were just a month old, so every touch, every kiss, though sloppy at times, was incredibly electrifying. He was...
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C ontributed by Anonymous. By a little window dressed in simple gingham, she de-seeds a blanched tomato. Her fingers slip in. Staining juices ooze out. Mesmerised, she watches on. A word for a seed. A seed for a thought. ‘Do you know what a blanched tomato surrounding your fingers feels like?’ She asks him. Before she can smile at the sudden mischief that clouds his eye, she finds herself scooped up. All thought flees from her mind; she finds herself draped against the clean sheets. He grins and by a wider window cloaked in shadow and dust, he empties his seed. He slides in. She rushes to drown him. Silently, they watch each other. A breath for a flicker. A flicker into a flame. In a sudden cry she goes, ‘Mmm’. On a lower pitch she goes,...
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N ever to stop redefining sexy, @kryshsharma submits another beautiful composition to our archives. *Please do not use the images on this website without authorization and consent of the contributors. 8 people like this post. Unlike
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C ontributed by @sindiantadka (To be read in a sing-song, nursery rhyme manner, or else it loses what little appeal it has) ‘Enter title here’ bola wordpress, Main kya jaanu besides sex, Woh bhi theek se mujhe aati nahin, Ladki bhi koi milti nahin. Yahaan karta main bakbak, Likhta naughty naughty khat, Agar hoti bistar par ladki, Kyun khuli rakhta main khidki? Chooton ka main bhakt hoon, Lundfakeer kambaqht hoon, Aise bhi din the apne, Yahoo Chat kiya hum sab ne. Papa bole paise kamaa, Mummy boli neki badha, Main bola sab gaand maraao, Tum meri shaadi karwao. Hogi bahu iss ghar mein, Roz lagenge palang par dharne, Mere pant mein na hoga tamboo, Jo main gaand mein daalu bamboo. Ek mili thi sundar-susheel, Phir nikli woh khuli dheel, Boli pehle bahao...
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S he hopped on behind him, the leather responding with a soft sigh. Her arms gripped around his waist as she secured her legs on either side of the bike’s rear. She obstructed the moon light from making the metal gleam, so it busied itself imparting a soft glow on her skin instead. He didn’t wait for a confirmation before revving the engine and allowing it to purr. The machine vibrated below them, familiar gyrations exciting their bodies, promising unfathomable thrills. Her watch clicked to a four and stayed there for a while before ticking away from it. He sped through the narrow streets, zagging through the maze of barely lit roads he knew only too well. In minutes, they were zipping through much wider roads, the moon watching them from above and...
Read MoreWicked Game
C ontributed by @ShoutShef. I lay in bed next to him, my face resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Breaths coming regularly, my body pressing against him with each movement of my rising breasts, I was content, for now. I could hear no sound other then our ticking hearts. We were in a weekend resort somewhere out of the bustling city of Mumbai. “You awake?” He asked. Looking up, I smiled sleepily at him. “I love you,” I whispered, tightening my arms around his body and pulling him in for a good morning kiss. Nothing like a morning kiss to awaken your senses. He whispered sweet nothings, his voice filling my ears and making me tingle all over. A soft laugh escaped my throat and I threw a leg over his waist, pushing my warm crevice against his...
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