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psychoknight
 
Frozen Flower-A Psychoknight submission

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Frozen Flower

The chilling wind penetrated my heavy jacket to my skin and the feeling was as if you are pricked by thousands of needle made by ice. The blizzard started many hours before the predicted time, I needed to make it at least 10 KM s that day, but I could not see anything but white blindness all round me.


A lone trekker is a good thing, an amazing thing when you look at the peace of solitary wilderness surrounding you and you felt that how small you are when you compare yourself with the vast nature. But this is one of the moments when you desperately seek a traveling companion, a guide who will pull you out of the indomitable force of nature.


When I thought I was going to die in the bitter cold and the ever falling snow will decorate my grave, I saw a man made structure at a distance. The beacon of life, it was a ray of hope.


The distance was not far, but soft layer of snow made the job difficult for me. With all my power left in my soul, I dragged one foot before another just to reach it. The job became easier once I found solid ground beneath me. I was saved, the hard solid lair of rocky road was unmistakably demarked by black and white short column beside it, and it must be the road leading to my destination which I lost a few hours ago. A structure of some sort of temple beside the road saved my life and that was going to be my resting place for a while if I needed to survive the rest of the blizzard.


What caught my eyes as I came near to the structure was the striking contrast of colour in the monotonous white continuity of snow with the bright colour of various flowers. It must be some miracle, how come this snowy pick can hold such beautiful colours? How come they survived in this bitter chill?


My mental and physical condition was not suitable to enjoy the nature. I dragged myself into the shelter. The hissing sound of passing wind could not be able to reach me once I was inside. They increase their intensity just to remind me that they are waiting outside, I am their prey, and my death belonged to them.


I got rid of my ice goggles to look inside of my saviour. It was a small square shaped structure with no deity inside. Just in the middle of the room, a square piece of stone was covered with various fresh flowers. I traveled a lot, seen many places, but never saw an empty temple is worshiped regularly. I placed myself in a corner, careful enough not to step on anything inside. I thanked whatever god the stone symbolizes, and soon my tiredness took over and I fall asleep.




My trance got shattered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Two military men stepped inside and stopped for a moment. They looked towards me for a while, but said nothing. One of them placed fresh picked flower in the stone, probably they just picked the flowers from outside of the temple. They placed few, and took a bunch of the flowers from the ground which was already offered by some previous devotee. They glanced towards me for the second time and got out of the temple in a hurry. The heavy truck carrying them roared its engine and slowly rolled away towards distant Indo-Tibet border leaving patch of oil and smoke behind.


I picked up my equipment from the ground and stepped outside. The sky was perfect blue without a slightest hint of cloud anywhere. The sunlight reflected from white snow everywhere blinded me for a while. I took help of the goggles once again to look around me. What I thought as a completely deserted area but this small temple was not true. The clear weather increased my visibility and I could spot at least three localities in distance. The unmistakable reflection of metal roof in the village could be spotted from miles away. I could even gladly spot a small shop within few meters away from my resting place. I quickly rushed towards it with hope of some food and even something to keep me warm if I am lucky.

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The aged shop owner was surprised to see a civilian at first, and then he greeted me with a cordial smile. I sat near the burning oven and ordered for a salt tea.
Once my stomach is full with the noodles and tea, I faced the old man for a chat.
For last few hours I was very curious about the temple. And I asked about it straight away.

“It is the temple of frozen flower” the old man replied.


Dear readers, I have traveled many parts across the globe, had seen many places, was accustomed with many cultures and religions, but never heard of anything like this before. The temple of Frozen Flower!!!! My curiosity reached at its peak and I pursued the experienced shop owner to tell me everything about the temple and its history, all of it. The old man told me the story I will never forget in my life. I am giving here the exact version of the same without giving any linguistic addition or alteration, as nothing can be more exciting than the real life itself.







" Kali and Kamal were made for each other. The sweetest soft beautiful girl was named after the small spring Kali Jhora, which circles around the small village, Kali was like the small unknown flowers that filled their small village with joy and happiness, always jumping, smiling, full of life.


Kamal Bahadur Thapa was like the mountain that protects the village from the icy wind from north. He was strong, well-built and ready to face any danger with a smile on his face. Even when he faced a pack of wolves alone with only a khukuri in his hand, everybody can swear that even then he was smiling.


The small village was their world and Kali and Kamal was its favourite child. The whole village grew up with them; the whole village danced with them, when they fall in love with each other, the whole village was present to celebrate the evening when they were engaged with a promise of even brighter future together.


It was a memorable day for them when Kamal was selected to represent the Gorkha regiment in the Royal British Army during the 2nd world war. They were worried too, and they should be as nobody among them ever stepped outside this small village to see the world, and their favourite son was going to war!!
Kamal stood tall like the mountain itself to console the entire village. He pulled out his khukuri from his belt, held it high and told;

“Don’t you worry my dear elders; there is nobody strong enough in the entire Japanese force that can stand in front of my valour. You raised me strong enough to survive the onslaught of the entire Japanese force along with their German brothers. I promise you that, I will return victorious before the water in Kali Jhora turns to ice.”

Strong words from a strong man, but his voice became soft as he mentions the name of Kali, even if it was meant with some other purpose.


Kali was proud of her love; Kali could see Kamal as larger than life itself in front of her eyes. She knew nothing about the Japan or German or even British, but all she could understand that her knight in the shining armour was going to war, and he will return victorious. She could imagine that how a king is going to be rewarded for his courage and matchless valour in the field of war. Kali could visualize the pack of enemy army is running from the battlefield, scared like that pack of wolf. Soaked in the blood of enemy and sweat, Kamal alone stood victorious in a smiling face.



Kamal left with the life force of the entire village through the windy makeshift road that the army prepared to reach the border area, Kali could not sleep that night, and countless nights after that. With every footstep, every passing sound of military truck, Kali rushed out of her room with the fresh picked flowers in her hand. The flowers she picked up with her own hand every morning, with the expectation that Kamal will return from his battlefield to accept it from her hand. She picked them every morning, and cast them every evening in the stream of Kali Jhora with a hope that the stream will carry these flowers to Kamal.

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The morning really came, when Kamal indeed arrived in the huge green military truck. As always, Kali rushed towards the truck with flowers in her hand, her heart skipped a bit as she saw Kamal was looking down from the truck with his familiar innocent smile.


Kamal became famous already within his regiment for his courage and daredevil attitude. All his colleagues greeted Kali as sister and picked her up in the truck for a stroll. The carriage was filled with laughter and cheers. It was a short ride, but Kali felt it is going for ever as she was dying to spend time together with Kamal. She wanted Kamal alone for a few moments.



They left the truck at least a mile before their village and walked the whole road while returning. None of them mentioned what happen during their walk together, but Kali seemed extra red as they reached, and Kamal was unusually talkative and unmindful as he was looking at Kali at every opportunity.


The village celebrated the returning of their hero. Kamal already got a field promotion for his courageous act in the battlefield and even praised by the white skinned general personally. The whole village gathered together that night surrounding the community fire and was grasping every word, every description Kamal was saying about the war. They felt that the act of war was happening in front of their eyes and their blood started to boil. The night was cold; even then nobody left for inside, instead they replaced Kamal with themselves and started visualizing the war in vivid imagination.


Kali laughed with every silly joke Kamal told during his deliberation, looked scared when Kamal described the flight of deadly Mitsubishi, but above all she seemed soaked in love. The wavy light of the wooden fire created a beautiful painting of a happy big family surrounding the entire village as its member.
All good things end quickly, so did Kamal’s leave. He left for the field again, but promised to return with at least a whole month’s leave this time, so he could finally marry Kali. Kali turned red, but her eyes followed the disappearing trail of the big carriage that took away his Kamal to a distant land. Her eyes kept on following the road even when the truck was long gone.



From the very next day, it became a regular routine for Kali to wait for Kamal in the road side with fresh picked flowers. But this time she could find a more practical way to send them to her love. She waited for Kamal in every carriage, and when she could not find him in that, she run beside it so she could give the flowers to every extended hand of soldiers. When her hand was empty, then she quickly returned to replenish them. She handed over every flower with a silent prayer in her eyes, “Please tell my Kamal that his Kali is waiting for him with flowers in her hand.”



Days passed in months and to years, but Kamal never returned. Few army men arrived at their village with ‘Missing in action’ notice, but Kali never left hope. Every morning she handpicked fresh flowers, waited patiently beside the road on that square rock, with a hope that this truck will surely bring Kamal back, Kamal will laugh and will pick her up in the carriage. She kept on giving every soldier a flower each, to carry her message to her love, to Kamal. For day and night she waited, and became the part of landscape itself.



Decades passed by, the war and the army changed its name and banner, but two things never changed: The waiting of Kali for Kamal’s return and the military truck carrying many more Kamals to the battlefield. Kali could now hardly stands straight, but still she holds her hands straight with the bouquet of flowers, the trucks surely stops beside her, and few lucky soldiers receives the flowers from her hand. The love of Kali and devotion for Kamal turns her into a legend now, and it is told that whoever receives flower from her hand, will return to her Kali unharmed from the battlefield.



It was during the Indo-China war, the road suddenly became very important due to its strategic location. The road became the busiest one, and throughout the day and night military carriages started running towards the border. Along with the road, Kali also became very busy, now for day and night. Without fail she attends every convoy with the expectation of Kamal’s arrival with flowers in her hand.
That year the winter seemed merciless. The temperature of the war was at its peak, but the nature was exact opposite to that. The windy chill froze the entire Kali jhora and the hills surrounding it, but the flowers kept on blooming for Kali to pick them up. The villagers requested Kali to stop her obsession, at least till the weather got better, but by that time she became a symbol of love, hope and luck. A simple village woman became a goddess of hope to many,



The village will remember that night like the night they spent with Kamal. The blizzard covered the entire road with thick snow, and even the four wheeler military trucks, wrapping barbwire in their wheels could not manage to get past the snow. That night the whole village could not sleep due to the bite of the cold and was waiting for the night to be over.


The unmistakable roar of the truck stopped beside their village. Few of them could see the shadow of Kali slowly proceeding towards the truck. It was exactly the same truck that brought their son back from the field of battle years ago. They could even hear the sound of laughter and cheers as Kali reached the truck. The singing of joy and enthusiasm filled the chilly winter with warmth of love.


The villagers stepped outside their houses to see Kali boarding the truck with a bunch of flowers exactly as she did years ago. The heavy truck slowly disappears from their sight carrying Kali in it. And with it the wind increased, it’s howling and chills pushed the resident of that village inside.


The next morning, once the sky got clear, they found Kali on that small square rock, frozen in the snow along with her flowers. She looked so beautiful even in that condition that she almost looked like the frozen flowers in her hand. A mystique smile in her face shows that she was in peace when her life left her body to ultimately join with Kamal’s.


Kali remains as a symbol of hope and a promise to return for many of the soldiers. They made a small temple surrounding her final resting place and covered it with flowers. The nature also covered the entire area with flowers, which sometimes froze from the toughness of the weather, but never lost its glory. The army men covered her tomb everyday with fresh flowers and pick up the old one to distribute among themselves with a hope to return. "







I know the ending of the story even before it began. But something sweet melancholy tune was in the story that made me engrossed for the whole time. I left the shop to return to the temple once again. During my travel I heard many stories similar to this, only the names were different, but the pain and the sufferings were same. But I found something new in this, it was hope. It was something new. It gave me hope last night and it will keep on giving to countless others after that. And for that I am grateful to the goddess of ‘Frozen flower’.

I picked up a blue orchid beside the temple, placed it on the square rock, picked up an old one and started my journey forward leaving the love of Kali and Kamal behind with a promise to return.



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bdrew86
 
 
Ménage A Trois- Two Is A Company .. Three Is Pure Pleasure

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I slowly walked through the gate of my society with my laptop bag hanging over my shoulder. The cab had dropped me outside the gate as it did every night and now I had to walk past 8 buildings to get to mine. Usually it took 2 minutes to walk to my building but at 2 am in the night, after working for 14 hours, I was exhausted and those 2 minutes seemed like eternity.

People think working in IT fun. At times it is but most times it isn't. I was at a time when it was a nightmare. The deadline for a huge project was approaching in days and I spent long hours at work. Leaving early in the morning and coming way past midnight had become a norm.

The elevator door opened and I lazily stepped towards my apartment. I reached the door to my apartment and started searching for the keys inside my handbag. After a few seconds I found them and I immediately opened the door and walked in.

I literally threw the bag on the couch and collapsed on the couch. I closed my eyes, relieved that I was finally home. I had the compensation off the next day so all I could think of was sleeping.

This is what my life had come to. At 27 years old, I was single, neck deep in work, hadn't partied nor had a single drink in weeks and I hadn't had sex in almost a year. I wasn't the hook up types so one night stands were out of the question.

I opened my eyes when I realized something. When I entered the apartment, I saw a pair of shoes near the door. Those shoes didn't belong to me or my room-mate; they simply couldn't because they were men’s footwear.

The black suede shoes stood out amongst many pairs of women’s footwear. I also noticed two beer pints on the coffee table in front of me. Droplets of water trickling down them indicated that they had used minutes ago.

I sat up when I realized what I should’ve realized the moment I walked inside. As I looked around and listened carefully for any sign of movement, I heard a giggle; a distinct giggle of my room-mate. I stood up and walked towards the bedroom, the only bedroom of the apartment that I shared with her.

I stood next to the door of the bedroom with my back against the wall. I could now here muffled moans and grunts coming from the room. The door wasn't closed, there was no sock hanging off the knob, it was wide open. I realized what was happening and I wanted to leave but I just couldn't walk away without a glimpse. I slowly leaned over the door and watched in amazement and shock.

My room-mate Lucy was lying on her back on the bed; over her was a man, resting his body on his hands. Their lower bodies were covered by a blanket but the back and forth movement of his body just couldn't be missed. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted backwards and she sighed as her lover ploughed her pussy. Her sighs started turning to moans as he started pacing up.

He lowered his head to her and kissed her to which she moaned, this time louder than before. I could see his lips sucking hers. Her one hand was resting on his right shoulder while the other moved freely and smoothly on his back.

I could clearly make out the contours of her slim shapely legs under the blanket as they moved rhythmically. The blanket slipped lower inch after inch, making his taut butt more visible as he continued drilling her, gradually picking up pace. He stopped and lowered himself, this time resting his body completely over hers.

At that moment I realized the difference in their body sizes. Lucy was a petite five feet two inches and this guy was at least five feet eight. He slipped his hands under her body and grabbed her petite butt and her hands wrapped around his shoulders as they prepared to fuck hard.

He slowly raised his hip and then plunged it deep inside her. Lucy moaned and gasped loudly and her eyes opened wide as her lover buried his cock to the hilt inside her.

The next moment he started stroking hard and fast and she she moaned in rhythm with the strokes. The blanket slipped off them completely as she raised and locked her feet behind his back.

I let out a small gasp as I saw them in their most natural and the most animalistic state. His butt flexed and tightened with each stroke as he kept pummelling her pussy; his thighs and calves did the same. Her toes curled as she rose to the highs of an orgasm. I could distinctly hear the squelching in between her moans and his balls slaps as his cock rapidly moved in and out of her spread open cunt.

My exhaustion from long day at work seemed to have vanished as I watched my room-mate and the stranger engage in the most primitive of acts on a bed, in the bedroom, in the house that we shared.

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From leaning near the door, I stepped out and stood at the door, watching them spellbound as they made love. They didn't seem to notice me and but their act clearly had its effect on me. I could feel warmth in my loins and the wet underwear patch stuck to my pussy. I felt like fingering myself to an orgasm right there in front of them; I felt like cumming at the same time with Lucy.

I hadn’t had sex in a year. I masturbated maybe once or twice in this past year and I never watched porn; so this hardcore scene in front of me hit the right part of my brain and I was instantly turned on.

Moments later, the guy slowed down before coming to a halt. They opened their eyes and looked at each other before engaging in a deep kiss. He broke the kiss and raised himself on his hands before resuming the stroking, this time slower than before.

Just as he was about to pick up pace again he noticed me and I realized that. It took a few seconds for us to clear our minds out before we noticed each other. He stopped stroking and stared at me blankly. It took another couple of seconds before Lucy realized that her lover had stopped and opened her eyes. She looked up at him and then followed his gaze to me.

I could see surprise in her eyes; not surprised that I was in the house but surprised that I was watching them. Lucy was the bang opposite of me; street smart, outgoing and a party girl. She had chosen a profession suiting her qualities; marketing. Her job made her meet new people, travel the world, hook up and have sex with many men and women too.

I was the confused Indian girl. Liberated yet stuck to her traditions, very confident at her profession but not very in bed. I didn't have many friends in my life and my job was as boring as Lucy’s life was interesting.

Lucy was surprised to see me standing at the door with a hand in my pants and the top two buttons of my shirt open. I didn't excuse myself out of there and Lucy didn't scream at me and neither did she try to cover herself.

It was a delicately poised moment; a moment between me and Lucy. I could see her surprise wane a little and I could feel her beckoning me with her eyes. She always insisted I should try the wild life, embrace the ‘dark side’ and that’s what she was doing, calling out to me.
I always admired and envied Lucy for all the crazy things she did.

I always wanted to try something like this, a hook up, a one night stand but never could muster strength to do so. The desires at the back of my mind seemed to take over and I slowly stepped forward.

The guy was sitting up by now, watching me and Lucy. I was sure he was a tad confused and very aroused. I knew he was calculating the possibilities of his wildest dream coming true; his cock definitely showed how eager it was.

I took another step forward and stopped. The last ounce of reason and logic popped in my head. Should I do this? Should I cross the line? What would be the consequences of this? I then noticed Lucy smiling at me and that disarming smile quelled all my worries and I stepped right up.

I walked up to the bed and got on it. The guy was sitting on his shins on the bed and leaned back, thrusting his cock out as I approached him. I kneeled in front of him and lowered my head to his crotch. His cock was covered with a slimy red coloured condom. I could smell the sweet fragrance of strawberry and the stench of Lucy’s juices.

Unmindful of where that cock had been minutes ago, I popped it in my mouth. I gobbled up inch after inch of his tool before reaching the base. In the frenzy and rush I ended up deep throating the guy; my first of many firsts that night. I didn't gag, didn't pull back; I simply stayed put feeling his cock head brush my throat.

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I could taste the artificial sweetness of the lubricant and also the tangy, salty juices of Lucy. I pulled back, squeezing out the sweet lubricant and her juices off the condom and gulped it down. More than the sweetness, I liked the tangy flavor more and I was surprised at the conclusion. The rubbery feel of the condom was kind of a turn off and I pulled it off his cock and threw it away.

“I hope you have more covers.” Lucy said as she saw her possessed room-mate take on her man of the night.

“Yeah…Aahhh...” He moaned after he replied. He moaned because I had started sucking his cock.

I didn't care if he had more condoms with him because the way his cock looked, I wanted to take him raw. He possessed a nice, long, thick sausage of meat. He was circumcised and the big, bulbous, pink cock head glistened in the dim lights. His clean shaven cock appeared inviting and the beautiful, soft ball sack hung below his cock delicately.

The last cock I sucked was my ex boyfriends before that prick broke up with me. Abstinence for the entire year seemed to be paying off at the moment.

As I bobbed my head on his cock, I felt a hand on my head. For a moment I thought it was the guy’s hand but then I realized that the hand was too small and soft to be his. From the corner of my eye I looked up to see Lucy kneeling next to us. She gently caressed my head as if encouraging me and praising me for the great blowjob I was giving. The guy surely was enjoying it as he moaned and grunted as I sucked his cock.

I felt her other hand sliding down my back and on to my ass, my ass which had protruded as I kneeled, sucking the cock in front of me. Her gentle caresses didn't alarm me; in fact I wasn't repulsed because I was being sexually touched by another woman but rather I was turned on even more. Perhaps like the guy, I too had a latent sexual fantasy of a threesome and this was just the trigger.

The Pandora box had opened and Lucy’s touch made me wonder if I played on both sides of the fence; was I bisexual? I was still wearing my pants but her touch made me feel so naked, so vulnerable but so desirable.

I had been sucking this guy for a few minutes now and even though I loved having him in my mouth, I was getting desperate to have in my pussy. I withdrew and sat up. Lucy was right next to me, kneeling on the bed. She knew what I wanted and immediately started unbuttoning my shirt.

The shirt was off a couple of seconds later and I stood up on the bed to take off my pants. I didn't have to bother with the trousers because she pulled off the button, unzipped the trouser and pulled down my pants and my panties in one swift stroke. She dug her face in my crotch and vocally inhaled my scent making me squirm. This move turned me on even more and I started believing that I was bisexual.

She pulled me down to face her before grabbing my face and kissing me. I was shocked at her sudden aggression but I composed myself a second later. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back.

I was sure the guy’s eyes were popping out right now and so was his cock. Seeing two naked girls make out is a turn on for any guy, including this one. I was making out with my best friend and room-mate; something I thought I’d never do.

We broke the kiss and saw the guy next to us, stroking his cock furiously, watching us make out. Lucy smiled at me devilishly before she pushed the guy on the bed. I quickly mounted him, straightened his cock and pointed it at my pussy.

“Aaaaahhh…Finally!!!...” I sighed, acknowledging the end of my dry run in the bedroom. The feel of a hard, wet cock sliding up my pussy was so amazing, so divine and so dirty.

“He’s not wearing a condom!!” Lucy almost yelled at me.

“Ohh...Fuck it…” I snapped at her. Seeing me in that state, she too didn't bother me further.

With his cock buried inside me to the hilt, I started gyrating my hips; moving forward and backward, side by side and circling my hips. I mixed up my hip movements beautifully to let his cock rub against my pussy walls.
My eyes were closed, my head thrown back and I relished those small orgasm bombs that exploded in my head. His hands which were holding my waist slowly slid down to my ass and he squeezed a handful of my fleshy, taut butt. I moaned and started riding him harder.

When I opened my eyes, Lucy was on the bed lying next to him, her head next to his. She was fingering herself as she watched me ride him. One hand played with her pussy while the other squeezed her petite, perky tits.

I was drawing close to an orgasm, my first in months. He pulled me on to him and our faces were covered with my long, flowing hair. Behind the curtain of my hair, I could see his deep dark eyes, his flaring nostrils and his stubble. It was the first time I was really noticing him and he indeed was a handsome man and the way he was fucking me right now, no wonder Lucy brought him over.

I flipped my head and let my hair flow over my back. By now he was grabbing my ass and thrusting from below. I was moaning, Lucy was cooing, he was grunting and the bed was creaking as the ménage a trois got wilder.

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He pulled my bra cup and pulled my boobs out, first the right and then the left. I then felt his tongue circling around my nipple before he sucked on it. I moaned from the multiple assaults on my senses. My boobs which had not been touched in a year were now getting the right attention and the treatment they deserved. My nipples hardened as the received the loving of this man, this stranger who I had willing got into bed with.

Lucy was right next to me watching me and masturbating. Her face was flushed and drops of sweat accumulated on her forehead before trickling down. I reached over to her and she did the same and our lips met. We chewed on each others lips as two lovers who had found each other. That moment, Katy Perry’s song ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it’ came to my mind and I indeed liked it to the point that I wanted to keep doing it.

The fucking, the boobs sucking and the kiss pushed me off the edge. I screamed so loud that I was sure the whole building could hear me at that hour of the night.

“Aaaaahhhhhh…Yeahhhhh..Luccyyyyy!!!” I screamed as my hips bucked and my body shivered and trembled from the massive orgasm.

I collapsed on him, huffing and panting from the biggest orgasm I had in a while. I was dazed, sweaty, tired but still horny. That one orgasm wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. He guessed it right and pushed me over him.

“Do you want him?” I asked her. After all, she had picked him up, hunted him down and I was gate crashing her party.

“No…watching you is more fun!” She replied and giggled. I smiled back to in a way thanking her.

I got on my fours on the bed. My back was arched, my head tilted back, my ass jutted outward and my legs were spread; I was the perfect bitch! He kneeled behind me like the dog he was. I felt his cock rub against my slit a couple of times before he pushed his cock inside my waiting cunt.

“Aaahhh…” I sighed. I just couldn't get enough of this. I felt his large, rough hands on my soft butt as he started stroking me from behind. He was taking his time, setting his pace and moving back and forth, ploughing my pussy. He wasn't the only one moving back and forth; I too was matching his strokes expertly.

Lucy was lying on the bed near me, playing with her cunt. I tilted my head to see her glistening little twat and she realized that. She spread her legs giving me a clear view of her pussy and her fingering. She stopped fingering and moved in front of me. She lied down in front of me and her pussy was now just an inch away from my mouth.

She looked down at me in anticipation. The hard strokes from behind pushed me towards her waiting cunt and my lips brushed her nether lips with each hard thrust. I looked up at her and our eyes met. My mind was blank but I opened my mouth and placed it on her pussy.

“Aaaiiii…” She moaned as I darted my tongue at her pussy. Being a woman myself I knew exactly how a pussy is to be treated and I did exactly that. Lucy moaned and gyrated her pussy against my face as she enjoyed the oral attention I was giving her. I was surprised that I too was enjoying eating a woman’s vagina. That’s it…I am a bisexual!

Watching me lick her pussy gave him a kick as he started fucking me harder. My tongue darted inside her pussy as he fucked me faster and harder.

As the orgasm drew close, I raised my head and moans after moans escaped my open mouth. Lucy raised her hip and pushed it against her mouth. She too was close to an orgasm and didn't want to loose it. I grabbed her ass from under and licked her. She was moaning, her high pitched shrill reverberated through the room. My moans were perhaps equally loud but were muffled by her love hole.

I was surprised that the guy still hadn't cum. When I walked in he was fucking her; that means foreplay had happened and now after fucking me for a several minutes and watching two women kissing and licking each other this guy still wasn't cumming.

Lucy and I were closing in on our orgasms and the way this guy was grunting and thrusting, he wasn't far away too. As I bit down on Lucy’s clit, she screamed and came. I was hit by a jet of sticky liquid and I knew what had happened. She had squirted.

The whole idea of this encounter and the way Lucy behaved pushed me off the edge to and I came. Lucy’s pussy was no more covering my mouth and I too screamed loudly as the orgasm swept over me. Through my orgasm he hadn't stopped pumping, in fact he fucked me harder as I came, making my orgasm even bigger and stronger.

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I was still on my fours but my face was lying flat on the bed. I was exhausted but very satisfied. The guy kept fucking me but I wasn't mentally there now.

“I am gonna cum.” He grunted with a sense of urgency in his voice. I looked back at him as he pulled out of me. The next moment Lucy pulled me towards her and I was literally lying in her arms. The guy crawled up to us, holding his cock tightly in his hand.

He kneeled right in front of us and gently stroked his cock. I looked at Lucy and she winked at me. I looked up to him and I saw an expression of urgency and anticipation. I just went with the flow and opened my mouth; I couldn't believe that I was opening a mouth to a cock which was an inch away from my mouth and was about to burst but I did.

Seeing my mouth open and tongue sticking out, he started stroking his cock harder. I saw the piss slit widening and contracting with each urgent stroke. It was just moments away but those moments seemed like an eternity. I looked up at him and then looked at his cock.

He groaned loudly and as if in slow motion, I saw a thick jet of cum spurt out of his cock and fly at me. It landed right on my lip and the splatter going inside my mouth. The next one flew right inside my mouth, landing on my tongue. The next couple of them hit my eye, blinding me. I couldn't see now but I could still feel his cum landing on my pretty face.

The subsequent jerks landed on my tits signalling the end of the cum bombardment. The whole thing seemed unreal. Lucy got busy right then, licking off the cum of my face and body.

“Kavya..This is Imran. Imran…meet my room-mate Kavya.” Lucy said as she introduced us.

“Lucy, Kavya & Imram; perfect example of secularism.’ I thought as I sighed, catching my breath.

I knew the whole encounter lasted only a few minutes but those minutes seemed like an eternity. I knew I had changed forever and so did Lucy. We acknowledged that with a kiss and the guy lit a cigarette watching us make out again.

“It is getting late. You have office tomorrow.” Lucy said.

“No…I have a day off.” I replied with a knowing smile.

“Aah…So do I!” She replied with the devilish kinky smile. We both looked at Imran and he smiled back.

“I can always call in sick.” He said and shrugged his shoulders. Lucy and I giggled, knowing what was to follow.

“I hope you have more covers.” Lucy asked him yet again.

“I don’t think we are going to need them.” I said pulling him between us.

The End…

 

[ddey333]

Drift_King21


31st December, 8:15 am

“Abhi, if you tried to spoil my New Year’s night, I will not talk to you for a week”

“I won’t even dare to do that, I am an obedient husband”

“Huh! I know how obedient you are, you made such promises last year and you didn’t even come home last year”… With the shake of a head, she started to pack his lunch

“My o my, you look so hot when you are angry”… He pinched on her navel

“Don’t start Abhi, otherwise you-will-not-be-able-to-leave”… She intentionally stressed upon every word

“Oh really, and how you gonna do that?”… He stopped his breakfast and gave her a challenging look

“For starters, I can be feeling very hot and humid in this kitchen right now”… She deliberately removed her Saree’s pallu

“Ahem, I agree humidity is really a problem these days”… The site in front of him dried his throat

“You see, Saree isn’t an appropriate dress for kitchen work, it can make you sweat a lot”… She slowly dragged her Saree upwards from her legs

“Yeah, why the hell we need a Saree in the kitchen”… He gripped the dining table firmly

“But… then it’s our national dress, so women must wear it all the time”… She suddenly let go the Saree and adjusted her pallu

“What?”

“What happened? I said something wrong?”… She inquired him with an innocent face

“This isn’t fair, preparing someone’s mind and then closing the shutter all of a sudden”

“Dear Husband, I was just trying to show you, what’s up at stake for one week, if you won’t be at time tonight”

“No, no, the deal was that you won’t talk to me for a week”

“So, you are already planning to be late tonight?”

“No, I mean, I was just trying to be sure what’s actually at stake”

“Don’t worry, I will tell you the whole deal, if you will be late. And now take your lunch because at the moment you are getting late for office”

“Ok Ma’am, as you say. Can I at least have my morning kiss?”

“No”

“Please?? You know, I won’t be able to get through the day without it”… Saying this he grabbed her and planted a deep kiss on her lips

“Ok, I should go now otherwise I will definitely be late”

“Hey Abhi”… He was about to leave the house when Kavi called her

“Yeah”

“I Love You Husband”

“I Love You too Wife”… He was sure; spending another day at the office without her won’t be a problem anymore

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[ddey333]

31st December, 11:30 am

“My Dad’s parties are boring as hell”… Aakash almost threw himself on the sofa

“What yaar? You are so lucky that your Dad throw such parties, look at me. Nobody even cares in my house that tonight will be New Year’s night”… Debojit shook his head with disgust

“You both are stupid. We have a party to attend tonight, think about the liquor and girls you dumb asses”… Keshav dismissed thoughts of his other two friends

“Yeah right, girls and liquor and that too in my Dad’s presence, you must be kidding”

“You are an idiot; your Dad won’t be following us throughout the party. We can have our share of enjoyment”

“Fuck it man. Who cares about the liquor or girls anyway? I don’t think we need a party for that”… Aakash was still not impressed

“Don’t tell me you have started to like boys, our childhood friendship can be in deep waters, if that’s the case”… Debojit teased him once more

“Shut up yaar. It’s my last month here and with you guys. I will be going to another city for my engineering. Life will be hectic and bookish for next 4, 5 years. I wanna do something exciting before that boring routine life begins”… For the first time, Aakash expressed his frustration

“And what’s the definition of excitement in your mind?”… Debjoit gave him a quizzical look

“I don’t know, something which we haven’t done before, something new, something thrilling”… Aakash shrugged off his shoulders

There was a deep silence in the room for a long while; it was like Aakash’s thought gave them something to ponder upon. At last Keshav’s voice broke the silence in the room

“I have a thrilling idea for all of us”

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31st December, 6:30 pm
 
“Oh God, please help me. Kavi is gonna kill me”… Abhi, looked at his watch which was telling him that he should have been home by now but he was only leaving the office now

He looked at his cell phone once more before leaving the office, still no reply of all the SMS he sent to Kavi. He knew she must be really pissed by now. He still had to catch the bus for going home and considering the traffic, he could be very late when he will reach home. He packed his stuff and literally ran out of the office.

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31st December, 8:00 pm

“Ok, so what’s the plan?”… Aakash was getting very excited to know about Keshav’s plan

“Have patience my friend. The party will start in an hour; we will roam around and show everyone our faces, then quietly we will leave the party”… Keshav explained to them

“This is the thrilling plan you have?”… Debojit was not impressed at all
“I will tell you guys about my plan, when we will reach our destination. So please don’t spoil the fun, now get ready for the party. We will have a memorable new year night boys”… Although Aakash and Debojit were not aware of his plan but the excitement in his voice was telling them it was something very special.

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31st December, 8:30 pm

 
“For God sake Kavi, Please open the door, people are looking at me like I am a complete idiot who is talking to a door”

“No way, you are 2 and half hours late. I told you that the whole deal will be explained if you will be late”

“I know yaar, I am sorry. We can discuss about the deal once I am inside”

“No discussion, if you want this door open than promise me, you will agree to all my terms and conditions”

“I will, apart from that threat of sleeping alone for a week”

“Abhi, you cannot pick and choose right now. Agree or spend the night outside”

“Ok, I agree, now please open the door”… At last, he heard the sound of door getting opened.

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31st December, 9:45 pm


“Where are we going?”… They were all in Debojit’s car but Keshav was driving, as only he knew their destination point

“We are going to one of my relative’s house”… Keshav replied

“Shit man, your relatives live in such a shitty place. I don’t think I have ever been to this part of the city”… Debojit said with disgust

“Technically, I don’t even know what relation we have with them but once in a while they come to our house. I have been to their house twice before. I think mom help them financially sometimes. Luckily they are out of town and gave the keys to mom whom I stole from mom’s room for our plan”… Keshav explained to them

“Aakash, you brought the beer?”… Keshav asked him

“Yeah, but can you please tell us now, what actually is the plan?”

“Just a little more patience my friends, we are almost there. You both need some beer inside you before listening to my plan”

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31st December, 10:30 pm
“You know this should be considered as domestic violence”… Aakash and Kavi were at the rooftop of their building

“Seriously? You are only cutting the onions, not that I am making you eat them”

“This is the main point Dear Wife. Not allowing your husband to enter the house, then not allowing him to argue about the deal and then forcefully make him cut all the vegetables and these poisonous onions which are making me cry”

“Ohhh, and when I do this every day then its ok? Also, when Dear Husband promises not to be late but then he comes home very late. Then he is not ready to sleep alone for a week and then I guess he has to cut the onions for spoiling his wife’s mood”

“And I told you, cut them in small pieces, what I am gonna do with these giant size pieces of onions?”… Kavi inspected his work for the first time

“O Hello, I am not a master chef, take it or leave it”

“Alright, you will have to eat them, cut them the way you like it. I will eat the pizza you ordered for me. Let me enjoy my new year’s night”… Kavi once again moved back her attention to the sky where she could see the odd fireworks, once in a while

“Don’t worry Wife, my time will also come”

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31st December, 11:30 pm
“Ok, I think I am already feeling a bit high, can you please disclose the big secret”… Debojit asked Keshav after ending his second cane of beer

“I think Aakash needs another cane”… Keshav looked at Aakash

“I don’t think so, let me be in some kind of sense, so I can at least understand your plan”

“Ok my friends, then get ready for the big surprise”… Saying this Keshav got up from his chair and pushed his T-shit upwards

“What the fuck?”… Debojit and Aakash almost jumped from their chairs

“It’s really a gun or I am just a bit too high?”… Debojit inquired him

“It is a gun and a real one”… Keshav took the gun out of his jeans

“Are you fucking mad or what? You are planning to kill someone?”… Aakash was still in shock

“I am not that stupid, why would I kill someone?”

“Then what you are planning to do, rob someone?”… This time Debojit asked him

“This is why I said, you both need some beer inside you. We are not here to kill or rob someone, we are here to celebrate New Year night with aerial shots of gun”… Keshavn disclosed his plan for the first time

“You are fucking insane, what’s so thrilling about it? And what if someone sees us?”… Debojit didn’t like his plan

“This is the reason why I chose this area, no one knows us here. When the clock will struck 12:00 am, we will have few aerial gun shots and then we will go home”

“I don’t think, this is a very good idea, let alone an exciting idea”… Debojit was still not convinced

“Last month, my dad bought this and used it for aerial firing in one of my cousin’s marriage. Although he didn’t allow me to do that, but secretly I did fire some shots along with my cousin. Believe me it was so thrilling; I had goose bumps for minutes after using the gun. It was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. Mom and Dad are at Aakas’s house, so I stole it from Dad’s cupboard for tonight’s thrilling adventure”… Keshav’s voice was full of excitement

“Aakash, what do you say? Are you ready for the most thrilling experience of your life?”… This time Keshav asked Aakash, who was listening to him quietly up till now

“I think, I will have another beer”… Aakash gave him a smiling look

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                                                    31st December, 11:54 pm
 
“If you are done with the onions, why don’t you join me here in the celebrations?”… Kavi asked him

“I just cut the most poisonous onions ever produced and now you want me to enjoy this auspicious occasion with you?”

“Haha… Right now, you are looking like a kid, who have just lost his favorite toy”

“Yeah, my favorite toy is enjoying the night, while I am still wiping my tears”

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31st December, 11:58 pm

 
“Damn it Aakash, hold it on an angle”

“I told you, don’t let him drink too much beer”… Debojit teased Keshav

“Shut up Debo. How you will become an engineer? You seem to have no clue about 45 degrees angle”

“Keshav, if you can just fucking stop blabbering for few seconds, only than I can concentrate on what I am doing”

“Ok, it’s all yours, let me see, what you can do without my help”… Keshav took a few steps backwards

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31st December, 11:59 pm

“Abhi, don’t be a bore, join me here. The countdown is about to begin”

“Kavi, if my memory serves me right, the last time I got so excited about the new year night, I was in college”… This time Abhi teased her

“Ok, sit there on your boring chair like an oldie. I am still young and energetic”

“The countdown begins, yahoo”… Kavi exclaimed with joy

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. Happy New Year”… Kavi shout out loudly

“Easy on old man’s ears Wife. I m just couple of feet’s away from you”

“Abhi, look at the fireworks. Wow, it’s so beautiful. You see this is what we missed last year”

“I Love You Abhi”… Kavi looked back at him

“I Love You too”

“No, No, not like this, say it with some passion and romance, Dear Husband”

“Like?”… Abhi gave her a naughty smile

“Like this, I Love Y………o”… Abhi felt like a whiff of air just crossed him and the next thing he saw was that Kavi falling down on ground and a gush of blood surrounding her

“KAVI”… The festive night roared with his scream
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“Oh my God, Oh my God, what? No, what have you done? Fuck no”… Debojit couldn’t believe what he saw just seconds ago

“Aakash, what… I said… on angle… Oh my God”… Keshav hold his head in both hands. They were just couple of roofs away from where those man and woman were, they even heard her saying “Happy New Year” few seconds ago and now she was lying on the floor and the man was holding her in his arms

“I didn’t mean… I was just… it was just… I pointed it… on angle… you told me… it just… jerked… I shot… and it just… jerked… jerked… I didn’t mean to…”… Words were coming out of Aakash’s mouth like he was talking in a trance. All three of them were transfixed in their positions and were looking at the scene in front of them.

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“Kavi, Kavi, Please talk to me, what happened, please talk to me Kavi. Talk to me Damn it, I will say I Love you they way you want. I won’t be late again Kavi, Please talk to me, Kavi, Kaviiii”… Aakash was slapping her face, jolting her body but there were no response from her. He was socked in all the blood came out of her chest. And the first time, realization hit him that Kavi was shot by a bullet. He raised his head and looked around him and suddenly his eyes got locked on the three boys. They were standing just two roofs away from his roof. One of them was still holding the gun in his direction. Even from that distance, he could see that they all were standing there like someone has pressed their pause button. The next thing he knew was that, he was rushing towards them
 

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“Come one Aakash, run, he is coming towards us”… Keshav was the first one to react

“Aakash, Pleas run, come”… Moving man also brought back Debojit into senses.

Both of them were pushing Aakash but he was stuck in his position and before they could do anything, Abhi jumped on their roof

“Please Sir, let me explain, it was… it was just an accident, he didn’t mean to, we didn’t mean to… shot her”… Keshav moved towards Abhi to explain him the situation

“You bastards, you killed her. You… You… Killed my Kavi”… Tears were oozing out of Abhi’s eyes

“Sir, please, I am sorry… I mean we are sorry… we were just… just mean to have… aerial shot”… Debojit also moved forward. Aakash was still stuck in his position

“Fuck your aerial shot”… Abhi hit Debojit with a full mighty punch on his nose

“Sir, Please Sir… we belong to respectable fam….”… Abhi didn’t even allow Keshav to complete his sentence and punched him right on his jaw. Seeing both of his friends going down, Aakash came back to his senses and the next thing he did was go down on his feet and grab’s Abhi’s right leg

“I am Sorry Sir… I didn’t mean to shot her… I am really… Sorry… Sir”… Aakash felt like something has stuck in his throat, he had to make an effort to speak out those words

Abhi pushed him away with the jerk of his leg, he looked back. Even from there he could see his beloved wife, his life, Kavi’s lifeless body on the ground soaked in blood. His mind was black out for few seconds, he was not able to comprehend the situation. He didn’t know what he was doing; he just picked up the gun from the floor and in less than five minutes, the festive night roared once more with another gun shot.

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[ddey333]

                                                       1st May, 1:15 am (4 Months Later)

 
“Abhimanyu Singh, is not just my best friend, he is like a brother to me. Our relationship started way back on the cold floors of an orphanage, and then turned us into best of friends. We started our struggle together and promised each other that we will make our own lives. After years of hard work, we were able to settle in life, I became a reporter and he got a respectable job in a firm. But pain of not having a family ever left our hearts. 3 years ago, he met a wonderful girl, Kaviya Shekhar. She was full of life; they fell in love and decided to get married. I attended his marriage as “groomsman”. He was so happy, Kaviya completed his life, gave him all the happiness in the world. They were so happy together even in his limited resources, they led a happy, complete, joyful life”

“But then one night, an adventure of three young boys tarnished their lives. Abhimanyu lost his Kaviya, and in the rage of the moment, he took the life of the boy named Aakash, who accidently killed his wife. As a reporter, I can’t allow my sentiments to take over my editorial judgment. But writing a piece for this case, which involves my brother like friend is the most difficult and painful experience of my life. Who can blame Abhimanyu, for taking the life of Aakash? Who can blame Aakash’s father? Who is not ready to listen to his plea? He lost his only son, his bright son, who was a future engineer. Who can blame Keshav? He is just a young boy, who saw his father enjoying a thrilling experience of firing aerial shots with his gun on a marriage. Who can blame the court? As law has to take its due course”

“Then who is to blame for this catastrophe? A New Year night, which is supposed to give hope and happiness to people for the coming year, destroyed the lives of so many people. Is it the fault of that night? No, the fault lies in the fact, how we chose to celebrate our happiness. Birthdays, marriages, New Year’s nights, they all are just tools which bring some moments of joy in our lives. But we have decided to celebrate these occasions with guns and bullets. There was a time, when guns and bullets were considered a tool of terror, but now we have made them part of our celebrations. I don’t know how many people will read my article, but whoever reads it, whether you are a politician, lawmaker, parent, husband, wife, daughter, son, I don’t care from which part of the society you belong. Just for a minute think about, where we have lead this society?”

“Aakash Batra, was killed 3 months ago. Abhimanyu Singh, will be hanged tomorrow morning. But does this story end here? It’s time, where we should separate the tools of terror from our celebrations, otherwise, the story of Abhimanyu, Kaviya and Aakash will repeat itself again and again”

He removed his glasses, and looked at his watch, there was still time left before he could have the last meeting with his best friend. He thought for few seconds, what could be an appropriate title for his article and then he started to type the name of his article

“To whom it may concern”

 

[ddey333]

FrankanstienTheKount

the girl behind counter

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I leaned over the pabangt of the balcony of my apartment on the fifteenth floor. The preparations for the
evening bhajan ritual had begun, I deduced from the escalating hum downstairs. The building watchman
was arranging gray Neelkamal chairs in a semi-circle between a sleek red Honda and a black Chevrolet
SUV. I looked back up at the jumble of skyscbangrs. Yardley Gardens was one of Mumbai’s plushest
townships that my family had recently relocated to from the humble cobwebs of Nashik. The westward
sun made me squint and I withdrew to my cushy C-backed bamboo swing, resuming the novel in my
hand. There are few things as relaxing as an evening breeze tickling you while you turn the delicious
pages of Adiga’s The White Tiger .
It was now nearing six and I could hear the boys playing football downstairs. In spite of wanting to join
them, I stubbornly clung on to my novel. I didn’t want to open my mouth and make a fool of myself. I
remembered reading ‘It is better to stay silent and be thought wise than open your mouth and be proven
foolish’. Or was it the other way round? Immaterial, I wasn’t leaving.
My tenth standard was to start in a few days’ time. You could say I was a little nervous. The relocation
was a little bit of, like they say, a ‘culture shock’ to me. My father had taken up a new job that offered
thrice the pay of the previous, along with a horde of benefits like company quarters at this place, a Tata
sedan and discount coupons at various dining joints. A personal pizza was no more to be shared by the
family. The visit to the restaurants no more meant a strict decorum of mere daal, a paneer subzi and roti. I
could unblinkingly order appetizers to overpriced Cokes without a warning eyebrow. Just the very
thought of them now made me hungry. I got up from the swing.
‘Ma, can I have some money? I want to go out, eat something,’ I shouted as I went inside the house.
‘Why do you want to go outside?’ The voice came from the living room. I spotted her knitting, red and
white yarn balls by her side. ‘Your grandmother has packed us some …’
‘Mom!’
‘These kids of today,’ she muttered without annoyance. She was quite jovial ever since we’d moved in.
And in spite of being the unwilling kitchen recluse that she was, she made me take a plate of parathas to
both our neighbours, without paying any heed to my ‘But what do I say to them?’ What happened next is
something I fervently hope that twenty years later I will look back and laugh at.
She set aside the half-finished scarf for my grandmother and fished her hand into her purse that hung by
the armrest of the couch. All the years we stayed with my grandparents in my native town, there was a
non-stop bickering between my mother and grandma. The day we left, I sneaked a look at my mother
crying in my grandma’s lap and the usually stoic lady that my grandma is, even she couldn’t hold back
the Ganges streaming down her eyes.
‘Don’t spend all of it,’ she said. A crisp hundred-rupee note, from which Gandhiji grinned at me.
The elevator doors opened to a shockingly electric environment. I mean, when you come to such a
colony, you expect people to be silent and, what’s the word, ‘sophisticated’ to the point of being
considered curt. But with the noise these kids made with their Ringa Ringa and catch and hopscotch and
whatnot, I almost felt like I was back in Nashik. I avoided eye contact and went to the main gate. The path

to the street was blocked by a team of sweaty T-shirts and delirious outcries of boys of my age and less
playing football.

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Let me tell you something about me and football. First, I hate this game. Second, and by no way because
of the first pointer, I am no good at it; although, that doesn’t stop me from admiring a good game when I
see one. And admire I did the fat guy in the midfield as he dribbled the ball between his legs. A tall stick
lurched towards him. Our fatso quickly defected to his left and furiously kicked the ball at a scared
teenager who turned reflexively to his side. The ball hit his elbow.
‘Hand!’ the fatso screamed in delight and duly encashed the free kick. I was impressed.
I looked at them from a distance, hoping they would notice and call me over. Maybe they were too
engrossed in the game or maybe they didn’t care about a stranger gawking at them. I stood unheeded.
Sighing, I made my way to the exit.
Spencer Mall is more of a two-floored convenience store. I was thrilled to spot an escalator and hopped
right on. The first floor hosts a small cafeteria consisting of three chairs each around circular wooden
tables. There is a glass counter on the left where you get ‘The best Frankies in town’.
Confession—I had no idea what Frankies were. I wondered if they were so expensive that it would drive
my pride of being loaded away.
At the first floor, one takes a U-turn to face the cafeteria. I occupied one of the empty tables and studied
the menu. The contents were reassuring. A basic vegetarian Frankie cost around forty and went up to fifty
five if you wanted many fancy fillings. Schezwan paneer Frankie commanded my interest. I went to place
an order at the glass-top counter and there she was—the Girl behind the Counter.
‘Hi! And what would you like to have today?’ she smiled at me affably. It was almost a smile of
recognition, as if she had been privileged to have known me since ages and that I was her favourite
customer. I bit on my braces—her perfect pearly whites probably never needed dental treatment. The
thick and sleek black tresses almost shone and one lock of hair hung cutely on her dusky face. Her eyes
were everything the on-screen actors swoon to and poets write couplets about. You get it, don’t you? She
was probably a few years older than me and wore a black T-shirt that read ‘Joe’s Frankies’.
I tried to power up. Speak up , I screamed inside and mentally rehearsed what I had to say. Just order as
you would normally do and say ‘Thank you’ when you get it. How hard is it? A question popped in my
head—how is schezwan pronounced? C and H are silent, duh , came the answer. How can two
consecutive letters be silent, I wondered. Well, it just sounds better, doesn’t it? ‘Sez-waan’ , I reasoned.
But this is taking too long, way beyond the line that separates a customer from this pint-sized
nincompoop. And was that sweat on my forehead?
‘Sir?’ the girl asked unflinchingly, her expressions intact. I hoped she wasn’t just pretending to be calm
while hunting for an alarm button under the counter.
‘One plate schezwan paneer Frankie,’ I said and instantly felt proud that I didn’t stutter. Smooth , I
praised myself.
‘That would be fifty rupees, sir,’ she looked into my eyes, smiling all the while.
I must tell you, gentle reader, that continuous eye contact is worse than browbeating. You see, girls are
not intimidating. Only pretty ones are. I understand I sound shallow but I call upon the puberty-license.

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Yours truly is no exception to this rule. I feigned interest in the pile of tissues in the waste bin behind her
as I dug into my pocket. Finally, I produced the hundred rupee note and extended my hand to pay. At the
same time, she stretched hers too and ended up accidentally touching my fingers. I cringed as my fingers
tingled, feeling like a biscuit that’s been dunked in the tea a bit too long. I went back to the table with
eyes squeezed shut hard.
‘Excuse me, sir,’ I heard a voice in a couple of minutes. It was her voice. She meant me. Me !
‘One schezwan paneer Frankie.’ She gave me a roll with salad and cubes of cottage cheese lathered with
sauce and gravy peeking out of the open end.
She had pronounced ‘Schezwan’ as ‘Shej-waan’. In spite of the culinary wonder in front of me, my heart
sank. I felt like stabbing myself with a spoon. Smooth .
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said. ‘Hope to see you again.’
That night, I slept smiling ear to ear. In spite of having absolutely no dreams involving her, I woke up
fresh as a deodorant!
The next day I borrowed a fifty from mother and pressed the elevator button. The same noise on the
ground floor lobby, the same guys playing the football, and this time, a penalty shootout. I saw Fatso
taking his position in the D and stopped walking. It was the Tall Stick taking aim this time.
‘Ready!’ screamed the goalkeeper from Fatso’s team. The next instant, the ball was kicked. Fatso used
brute force and jerked aside the guys from the opposing team standing on both sides and jumped high, his
head deflecting the ball to a corner.
‘Foul!’ alleged a hysterical bunch. Fatso couldn’t care less and bent double laughing. Tall Stick pushed
him to the ground but Fatso was clearly having a time of his life. I grinned at him. I was impressed.
Again.
The same traffic, the same pedestrians, the same road, the same mall, the same first floor and the same
Frankie Girl. Bless her. I walked up to her and went straight to the counter. Today, I had taken special
measures to make myself presentable. I was wearing my best pair of shoes and my wrist sported father’s
metal-strap Sonata watch. I had taken the pain of applying a small amount of face powder, just the perfect
amount that separated complexion from make-up. My gait was confident and tone smooth. I went up
directly at the counter and ordered without referring to the menu. She gave me her known-you-since-ages
smile and asked me to take a seat. Since there were hardly any customers, the mood was relaxed. I took
the seat facing her, careful not to slouch.
She was an epitome of effortless grace. The way she fluently dealt with cash, her eased-out demeanour as
she mimicked one of her colleagues, the elegance with which her features aided every word of hers and
the voice that wafted, like an elixir to the ears. The more I observed, the more I was drawn towards her.
Ask what her name is , I scolded myself. It won’t compromise the national security . But I knew I
wouldn’t. I dreaded the moment I would finish my roll and walk back.
Finally, she summoned me and I went up to the counter. Taking the Frankie, I turned back. I wanted to
disappear from the spot that made me feel like a coward. I hurriedly walked to the escalator. Even when I

heard a minor commotion in the background, I didn’t bother to check it. Like I even cared. As I was just
stepping on it, I felt a pat on my shoulder.
It was her.
My heart violently jolted into a see-saw. She smiled at me. The same sunny smile. I smiled back stupidly,
not knowing what else to do.

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‘Sir, you forgot to pay,’ she said.
As I lay on my bed that night, I wondered how I could have been so foolish. It was embarrassing. Or was
it? She gave no other indication of my lapse. What she did was exactly the opposite. She accepted the
money and said, ‘See you tomorrow, sir.’
I felt so invited !
Today is when this phoenix shall soar into the blue skies of hope , I decided the moment I woke up,
making up in clichés what he lacks in style . She was not going to eat me up if I strike a conversation with
her. Being well-mannered was her job description. Being myself just won’t do. Besides, there is no big
deal in asking a person’s name. I had Shakespeare to endorse that.
‘I can, I will,’ was the day’s mantra. I enjoyed the movie I saw, chomped up some more Adiga, laughed
hard at the silliest of sitcoms and in an uber-confident mood, practised pick-up lines in front of the mirror.
I enjoyed the familiar noise of the bhajans, was enthralled by one of the superb goals scored from a
distance, relished the evening chirping and even helped one of the ladies from the store with her shopping
bag. This is it, I thought as I went up the escalator.
It was yet another slow weekday. My palpitation jacked up as I noticed her. She was not at the counter
though, and occupied one of the tables with a guy in his early twenties, deeply engrossed in a
conversation. As I walked towards her, as if almost on cue, I saw her affectionately pulling his cheek. It
was only when I reached the counter that she noticed me.
‘Customer, darling,’ she whispered to the guy, getting up in a rush.
‘Hey, wait up,’ the guy insisted, catching her by her wrist.
‘Oh no,’ she began to protest. ‘I have to.’
‘Come now,’ the guy was persistent. ‘I am sure he won’t mind giving us a minute. Would you, kid?’
That was my call. ‘Oh, n-no. Carry on.’ I somehow mumbled. I wanted to look away. I didn’t. I
should’ve. I didn’t.
The guy kissed her on the cheek and she responded by whispering something in his ear. ‘See you soon,’
she said, waving him goodbye.
She went behind the counter and adorned her position. Giving me another of her well-practised smiles,
she asked, ‘A paneer-chilli Frankie?’
I didn’t know what to say. Somehow, I managed a, ‘Never mind,’ and started walking out.

‘Oh, I am so sorry,’ she said apologetically behind me, her voice dipped in desperation. ‘It’s schezwan
paneer, isn’t it?’
I didn’t respond and followed a chirpy middle-aged couple out on their grocery shopping down the
escalator. I rehashed the events in my mind and tried to articulate what I felt being the unwilling witness.
Was I sad? Nope, that was not what it felt like. It was a funny feeling. I cursed myself—funny won’t do,
such words are what stupid people resort to.
I did like her, yes sir, most definitely I did. Or did I? What was it that I felt for her? I stopped on my
tracks as the word hit me between the eyes—fascination. I turned and looked at one of the stained glass
windows of Spencer Mall. I was captivated by her, by the novelty she was, like a Da Vinci painting, like
an amazing novel. I turned to look at the stained glass facade of the mall. She was my white tiger. So why
did I turn back? Wasn’t today one of the most confident days? Why should it be a ‘was’? What if she has
a boyfriend? What was I hoping for anyway?
Nothing! a happy voice rang inside me. I like the Frankie, I like the Frankie Girl; so what’s stopping me
from having both of them just now?
Nothing! came the reply again, even happier.

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I retraced my footsteps. There was no audible heartbeat this time, only pangs of joy, of inexplicable
ecstasy. I went to the counter and smiled.
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Hi, sir,’ she replied, for once, more surprised than rehearsed happiness.
‘Name’s Arora. Nikhil Arora.’ I am the king of clichés, I smiled wider.
She followed suit. ‘Right, Nikhil,’ she said. ‘And you will have one schezwan …’
‘… paneer Frankie,’ I shared the moment with her. ‘That’s right.’
‘Right away, Nikhil,’ she said. ‘Please have a seat.’
‘Sure,’ I said and waited till she called me.
And eventually, call she did. ‘Nikhil, your Frankie’s ready.’
‘Oh yes, thank you,’ I took the roll from her. ‘By the way, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell
you.’
‘Yes?’ She looked into my eyes inquisitively.
I took in a deep breath. Yes, I can . ‘I love your smile,’ I said.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she beamed, gracefully bowing her head a little. ‘Oh, and there’s something I’ve been
meaning to tell you too.’
I stared at her. This was unexpected. ‘Yes?’

‘My name’s Roshni,’ she grinned, extending her hand forward.
I shook it. This time there was no long lasting tingling sensation, no desperate urge to smell the palm for a
residual fragrance. It was just a warm handshake, the way it is meant to be.
I went back to my building. All the football players had evaporated but for one guy. Fatso was shooting
against the wall and chasing the ball as it bounced back. I felt inclined to talk to him but zeroed on
procrastinating it—I had socialized too much for a day already. As I walked towards the lobby, I heard a
‘Dude!’
I turned around to see the fatso calling me.
‘That,’ he said, pointing at the Frankie in my hand. ‘That has paneer in it?’
‘Yes,’ I said, slowly, wondering what the guy was up to.
‘Then share it, no? Don’t be so selfish,’ he said and grabbed at it. I didn’t mind it. Nothing about his tone
was forceful. On the contrary, it was friendly.
‘By the way,’ he said; his mouth full, ‘I am Aditya. And you?’
‘Nikhil,’ I said and extended a hand forward.
‘Good, man,’ Aditya said, almost moaning at the taste. ‘This shit’s good.’
I was amused. The guy was ravenously friendly. Somewhere, not far off, I saw a figure running towards
us. That thing was skipping, almost bounding toward us in excitement. Aditya recognized the figure and
his eyes lit up as the figure too gave a squeal of joy.
‘ Dude! ’ he said and, dropping the Frankie, hugged her. The girl was about my age, a few inches shorter
than me but extremely attractive. She hugged him back. ‘Oh my God, where’ve you been for so many
days?’
Awkwardness started flooding inside me again. Aditya noted my presence and quickly released her.
‘Dude,’ he said. ‘This is my cousin.’ Then he noticed the mess he created by dropping the Frankie. ‘Oh
shit, I dropped it, did I? Wait, I am going to run and get one for each of you. Hang in there. Won’t be long
…’
‘Well,’ the girl turned from a scampering Aditya to look at me. ‘What’s your name, did you say?’
‘I didn’t,’ I said almost reflexively. ‘Did I?’
‘Let’s try again,’ she chuckled. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Nikhil,’ I said.
‘I am Roshni,’ she said, extending her hand.
My face brightened. ‘Roshni, did you say?’
‘Yeah, why?’
‘ Pleased to meet you,’ I beamed and offered my hand. She shook it.
Was it a tingling sensation I felt?

[ddey333]

Meriaiza

Distance Between Two People

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people. What's more incredible is the fact that in some cases despite living together for years, these distances only increase with the passage time. Do we always have time to cover those distances if we want to or are there comes a time when it's too late?

Sahil was sitting on a couch watching live golf that he had no interest what so ever in watching but surely it was much better than watching, one of the news channels repeating the same news stories thousand times a day. Not far away his wife, Deepika was sitting in the drawing room as well reading some novel she had already read twice. If it wasn't for the sound coming from the TV then there would have been pin drop silence in the house. Both of them had been married for 20 years and after all those years this is about as intimate as it gets between them these days. Both of them were in their mid 40's and were proud parents of a boy who was happily living abroad for a few years now. After a few hours of watching grown men dressed in ugly clothes hitting a small ball on acres and acres of beautiful greens only to walk slowly up to the ball only to hit it again, he got bored and turned off the TV. His gaze slowly turned towards the woman sitting not that far away from him reading the same awful novel he bet she read countless times already. Is this the same woman he once fell in love with when the first time he saw her years ago? Time has not been kind to her he thought. What's with those grey hairs that she no longer cared about dying anymore or the few wrinkles that he can spot on her face? Is this the same beauty that all his friends used to envy him for? There was a time when he used to know all about her needs but now sometimes whenever he saw her, he used to wonder what is she thinking? How is she feeling? What have they done to each other? What will they do? He shook his head as if to stop thinking about her and turned the TV back on and started switching between the channels until he came across a cricket match. "Great, 15 grown ass men standing on the field playing with their balls from time to time, is just what I wanted to watch on an exciting Sunday." He thought to himself sarcastically.

A few minutes later, Deepika got tired of reading the same lines she have almost memorized by now and closed her book. Not far away she saw a man sitting like a couch potato with balding hairline and pot belly watching some stupid cricket match. Is this the same man who the girls in their college used to call prince charming behind his back all those years ago? We were childhood sweethearts but who will believe that seeing us together now? What went so wrong along the way that now we have to consider if it's worth the effort even if we want to speak with one another? She wondered, deep down in her mind she knew the answers of her own question but sometimes you can't help but wonder about the things you already know about.

Deepika:"Do you want something to eat?"

Sahil:"Just a cup of coffee." He replied without taking his eyes off the TV. A few minutes later Deepika came back with two cups of coffee and handed one of them to him. Maybe it was the effect of the caffeine she was getting from her cup of coffee or maybe she was just bored to death by doing nothing worthwhile and wanted to chat just to feel alive again.

Deepika:"Are you watching this match?"

Sahil:"Well that's what I'm trying to do at least. Why? Do you want me to switch the channel?"

Deepika:"No I....I just wanted to talk with you."

Sahil:"About what?"

Deepika:"Anything."

Sahil:"Like?"

Deepika:"Like why is it so hard to even talk with one another now even when neither of us has anything better to do?" Hearing that, Sahil took a deep breath and turned the TV off.

Sahil:"Look.....I'm not in a mood to fight with you. So just come to the point, if you have one."

Deepika:"I'm tired of all the arguments and pointless fights as well but do you know what I'm most tired of?"

Sahil:"Reading the same novel again and again in hope of it having a different ending this time?"

Deepika:"Very funny but no. I'm tired of living just for the sake of it. I'm tired of being bitter about the fact that my husband doesn't love or care about me anymore." She said that and started sobbing. Sahil didn't bother to comfort her or to wipe away her tears.

Sahil:"Is it that time of the month again?"

Deepika:"Oh fuck you."

Sahil:"Fuck me? No fuck you for acting as if we are a newly married couple who just had a fight over some stupid argument. It's way too late to just make up and start playing home again. You should have thought about your husband's love when you slept with my best friend. It's because of you that I lost my childhood friend."

Deepika:"Were you thinking about me when you cheated on me with your secretary? As for your so called best friend, he always used to hit on me even when you were around but you never discouraged him did you? The only reason I end up sleeping with him was to teach you a lesson after I find out about you and Pooja(Secretary) and you know that as well."

Sahil:"Have you ever thought about why I even started to sleep with her in the first place? It's because you only let me sleep with you once a month when I was about to go mental with a hard on. Whenever I was in mood you were either tired or had headaches. I'm a man as well and I have my needs. Maybe I would have never cheated on you if you had taken care of my needs like a wife should."

Deepika:"You were always selfish and only thought about your needs. I had a job as well back then and afterwards I took care of your parents, house chores and our kid as well. So excuse me if I was tired most of the time after working like a maid all the time. If you were not so stingy then we would have had a maid to help me with the house chores and I too would have taken care of my needs with you. Instead of appreciating me you acted like a jerk and started sleeping around with that whore."

Sahil:"Stingy? We were saving in order to buy a bigger house in case you forgot. The one we are living in now. I'm tired of giving excuses Deepika, and have no reason to lie anymore. It is what it is. Have I left you for her? No. Have I even left you after you slept with my best friend? No, but do I still love you? No I don't and you know that as well. So don't expect any miracles. Too much has happened between us and things can never be the way they once were. Sometimes I wonder why we are still together. Yes there was a time when we were in love and then we got married and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other so much pain. Yet still we are together. Why?"

Deepika:"Because that's what marriage is." Both went quite after that and started to look at one another. In their eyes there was sadness and pain and maybe just a hint of the love, they once had for one another.

The End

 

[ddey333]

mast dude

cuckoldry my way..

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                                         CUCKOLDRY MY WAY..

I know it’s a topic of disgust for some while some other people enjoy it to the core, cuckold! A passive submissive sweet and obedient character of a person that gives him sense of security , it provides a way to express his hidden feelings , sexuality and most importantly a kind of pleasure that no other person can understand until he starts thinking like a cuckold.
Here , I want you all to read true story of my life and also a hint of future …
What made me explore cuckoldry , what happened to me and why I started thinking like a submissive cuck, what will be my future …. These are some of the questions I often ask to myself and through this write up I want to explore my life , want to keep my life in front of you like an open book,
What ever I am writing in this story is true and based on my life and my own real experiences…. I don’t want to hurt any ones feelings or beliefs ….
I am a 32 year old man with a sound personality , good looking sweet caring and charming as girls describe me..
I have been brought up in a sober upper middle class family like any other north Indian boy .
But my parents never lived a happy marriage,......My father have always been financially and socially very sound , he used to have extramarital affairs and used to bring girls to home and forced my mother to accept those relations.
I used to notice everything , I never liked such activities.

My mind was forced to think what true relations are in this world….
at the age of 19 I started liking a girl and we became lovers , although I never cared much for her but she was a sweetheart , relation lasted for an year and then she went to other city for studies and thus another chapter on my life starts when I entered into college… I used to miss my first gf and decided that will focus on my studies only , but met a beautiful and sexy girl in my class, she had most sexiest curves I have ever seen at the age of 19 she was bombshell , we started dating each other and kissing smooching and boobs fondling was regular,
She started giving my blowjobs after few months , but did not allow me to have sex , …. When I requested her to have sex repeatedly , she allowed me to fuck her ass ………
She had and awesome amazing ass to fuck I said yes and I used to fuck her ass on every other day in my car itself, she was such a good fuckkk….
One fine day we had a chance to meet at my home when family members were out , that day we got intimate and had our first vaginal intercourse … ( she wasn’t a virgin though,… her pussy was not at all tight like first timers )
But I loved it …
Our relation grew stronger day by day and we were together for 3 years ,…suddenly she started loosing interest in me and used to avoid me , I was shattered and depressed, her room mate told me that she is involved with someone else , her ex bf he was…. That was the moment I regretted my decision to love her unconditionally , she turned out to be a bitch and cheater….
I was so alone , ,,lost my sleep … at that time I got support from internet and my chat friends…
I started spending hours on net chatting to divert my attention….
One day I got an idea that I am not able to express my self completely to my chat friends …. And made a fake id to make new friends…
I also made female ids to have friends , I started chatting to guys from a female id and used to like sexual chats …. I used to show them my gfs nude pics with her face hidden… I used to love the way they commented on her … it started giving me pleasure ….
After some years I realized I should forgive her and I stopped chatting about her , …. And started chatting to guys as if I am a girl and loved to sexual conversation….
Then I met another girl and fell in love again , had sex and real good sex … she used to love sex toys and me too.
During next 5 years or so I made about 9 gfs and had sex with them…. I loved clicking their pics and showing them to my guy friends and letting them comment dirty on them….
This act gave me pleasure although I never revealed identity of any girl … it was just about the bodies and sex…
When ever I talk about cuckoldry I get an instant hard on …. It feels exciting thinking about my wife getting fucked by a wild male… I love guys with big hard penises , as my penis is small and ejaculates early ….. I can imagine myself sucking a big cock as well, I am submissive and can do anything my master orders me ,
I want to have a master for me and my wife… I can swallow his cum happily and can lick his cum from my wife;s pussy ,
This is cuckoldry…. And I love it .
Its been 7 years since I started thinking about cuckoldry and now I masturbate with only one idea in mind that some strong man is fucking my wife in front of me….
I want her to be fucked by her boss , my boss, my friends, unknown man in a late night party , gym instructor , travel guide , swimming and dancing coach , customers in my guest house , friends from other countries etc.
I don’t know why I think like this , but it’s the truth … I want to experience sex in every way possible …