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Posted: Mar 27, 2004 Sat 06:55 pm     Views: 56   

again i feel horrible about a lot of things... after looking at one’s work and seeing how horrible it is is very VERY depressing..i mean look at it LOOK at it... yuck hay big time!!! i think im gonna go now and bawl like a baby
here i was trying to make it sound interesting and funny but ending up making a joke of myself
please stop yourself before you end up destroying yourself with your own hands omer, stop it


Date: 13th december 1976
Location: at office in karachi
Time: late

As is an unasked plea is answered, a door knock echoed through my room at that dark lonely hour,
“come in...”
the entrance door swung open, and there in front of my smoke filled eyes stood a silhouette of a siren,
i switched on the ventilator and slow yet steady her profile revealed itself,
luscious rouge lips,
drunken eyes,
porcelain skin,
and golden waves
sang ssssssssss ecstasy.
Uneasily i fixed my collar, it seemed too hot for my hormones, luckily i gasped for air and got Jasmine to hit the back of my throat,
She glided towards me, damn! Her walk was a killer
Her walk, woof! a lioness in heat,
I knew i was gone
She leaned towards me, shadows of her sexy mystery took my breath away and then she spoke,

“ oay, gawalmandy ko jaana hay, rusta kia hay khassy?!”

Ah, such an exotic tongue, i could glide mine against it for all eternity, her language, never heard before, teased my sensual senses,

“oay kalmooay! Kia dekhta hay, yeh nahin dekhay pehlay!?”

she grabbed her bossom with both her hands, lust filled anger was in her eyes, damn this devil. She was such a tease...
“Ullu kay puthay, kameenay, khuchar, cheeparh patty kay kuttay, kuch to bol!”

such fire, amor this was nothing less then wild beastly love.

The beast grabbed me by my tie, and pulled herself close to me, her soft supple face inched away from mine,

“ behray!! Kuch sunaaee nahin dayta tujhe! Abhi apnay bhai ko lay kar aati hoon aur tujhe batatee hoon!”

with a turn of sexual fury she went away, probably for precautionary measures, i lay down on my couch, eased out of my belongings and awaited the visions promised by the beauty.


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