can't think of the title

some females are plain hotness

~ the above piece of information is brought to you by courtesy the road that i take these days which goes through amity university :D


om, prashant as he is popularly know [in the blog world] is having apparently amazing time. last night i got a text from him that he is passing time on a house-boat in srinagar enroute delhi. life can't get better than this [it can just come to a brakes-less halt by help of some lashkar operative(s) :p]


now a story:-

domestic discords take their toll even on the biggest healer of all potions - sex. you wait for the 6 pm siren when you run back home. then you impatiently wait for the dinner to get over. even bloddy chinku & pinku are busy watching some stupid paralytic dog doing some not funny tricks on some insane mammal channel. you scream on them if they don't have to go to school tomorrow morning. thankfully tomorrow is not sunday. your dad sense your frustration, give himself a wry smile and herd both c & p to their bedroom on pretext of telling them some story by vatsyana to sleep. what??? no, i heard it wrongly. it wasn't vatsyana, it was ramayana. you overlook the burnt roti [of heat] & dal [of excessive salt] and look forward to a jolly romp session. :D with all your imagination brewing, you try to search for the porn which you hid somewhere in some folder on your new 120 gb harddisk from c & p. you wonder who is smart. you or they? search failure is a minor setback to the raging testosterone levels. you put your fatigued mind to practice again. she comes in. you already have another nude half of yours inside the sheets which your huge pot-belly staring and quivering with excitement from outside the sheets. you smile as she comes closer and immediately repels away.
"go brush your teeth, you smell of burnt cigarettes" she growls.
"it isn't cigarettes, you know i don't smoke. it is your new path-breaking experimental burnt roti". i reply, coyly.
"you are such an undeserving asshole" she retorts.
'undeserving', the word sounds innuendo and sends sad chills down the spine. the tool somehow resists the attack and struggles to be in the former flagstaff position.
"now go brush" she growls again.


~ that is all. i don't feel like completing it. you may if you wish...