Sunday, August 19, 2012

Theme 128 - Risqué

From @CruciFire:

She stood at the bus stop, back arched, chest out tying her wet hair into a messy bun.

“Station? Sharing?” I asked her pointing to an auto.

“I would love to!”

We sat close.

My elbow brushed against her breast.

Our thighs touched too but she didn’t seem to mind.

Some autorisqueshaw journey that was!

From @kunalbaidmehta: Shoaib trudged back home after a tiring day expecting another emotionless session at home as usual. Simar looked different today and was very sweet to Shoaib, surprising him. After dinner, she switched off the TV and called Shoaib to the bedroom. Shoaib did not notice that the book on  Simar's table was '50 Shades of Grey'.

From @PeaceOVent: The door bell rang. A hot black cop was at the door. "We received a noise complaint from the neighbours Ma'am." "Oh. We had a party at the house earlier officer. Please come in." A trumpet started to play.

I wake up with a smile on my face.

From @filmypurna: Those gaping eyes made her feel naked.The goddamn man was stripping off her clothes,raping her mercilessly in his mind she imagined.Murderous contemptful looks to those perverted eyes did'nt change their focus.Just when she was about to confront him,a lady gave him his cane and helped him turn towards the exit.

From @TheScotchGirl: How could she ever want someone so bad is what she could not figure? She was happily married; her husband was the best then why risk it all? He knew about her marriage, he didn’t care, having a fling with the neighbour’s wife. He was free, she accessible & both of them wanted each other.

From @MixelRandy: Genevieve knew she was making heads turn as she swayed in, twirling her pink parasol. She smiled coyly at her admirers, but her eyes searched the lawn for Bertram. He was in the corner, watching. It was now or never. She walked towards him, stepping over a rock, allowing him a flash of her pantalettes.

From @addymitra:

The last piece of clothing fell down and there she stood in front of him.


Her eyes gleamed like suns.

Abhik slowly ran his hands around her smooth,luscious curves.

A drop of sweat trickled down his chest and he knew it.

It's Now or Never.

Harley Davidson Softail.1690cc.

Femme Fatale.


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