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Jab we MET - 2
Did you read Part 1? Padho abhee
 “M.E.T. stands for Mumbai Education Trust” came a very chirpy reply. Cute, I add.
“It is that institute that Chagan Bhujbal has made”.
I looked at her laptop and remarked “Ah! Now wonder the laptop and all ha”.
”No no” she said “it is a part of the curriculum”. ”Infact for the price we paid, it’s a bargain” she added. We smiled.
She felt so different from the otherwise snooty crowd. Nice. Sweet. And very adorable. ”Don’t mind my eavesdrop but you know if you try acetone, it may spoil the whole paint” I remarked. “Oh, a friend of mine has done it and it was fine” she responded. ”Luck is on his side” I said, and we both smiled.
We talked and talked. I enquired about her subject and she mentioned how she was doing an MBA upon her parents’ insistence. She also said how she loved doing things and how she actually “went mad” there. ”So what do you plan after the MBA?” I asked ”Ah! I don’t wana work for anyone. I’d wana work for my own” Ah, an entrepreneur. I was impressed.
By this time I had noticed that I was already 3 stops away from my stop. I prayed the bus conductor would not notice me (and he sure did not). Maloom pada she too was ready to exit. We exited at the same stop. It was raining, raining real bad. I shook her hand. Said “Pleasure meeting you”.
Luck they say, can play funny games.
I, who normally always forgets to carry his visiting card, had a spare one. But it rained and I had no heart to hand the card.
I, who is a super extrovert, forgot to ask her what her name was. I, who some days ago religiously carried the umbrella, had not one today. Had I, then I would have lovingly escorted her home.
She was no stunner, no super beauty or something. She was one sweet, warm girl and that sure made me happy. I wished I could know her more… as a person. We sure gelled real well in those 5 mins.
Hope she reads this…
Another meeting awaited...
Waise hellojee… All that story mein I forgot to tell ya what next…
The rains worsened. It graduated to a thunderstorm. By the time I reached home my kurta, jeans, bag, phone, leather slippers… all were drenched to the last pore. And I had to walk down 5 stops back home. But am I complaining? I LOVED the whole experience. The more it rained, the more I smiled… laughed. Loved the way the kurta clung to my toned body. Loved the way the breeze misled me. Loved the way the rain water sweetened my palate. And most of all, loved those ten minutes.
Currently my phone is frosted. It hangs.
My bag shall take 2 more days to dry.
My leather slipper may take eternity.
I only hope my wait for a next meeting concludes soon.
Hey lady. If you are reading this… Thank you for giving me an evening I can cherish for a long long time to come.
 
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Jab we MET - 1
Ok, Shahid and Kareena met in the train. We met in the bus. In fact we M.E.T. Well it so happened that I decided to leave a little late from the office. Instead of the usual 6pm, I left at 6.17pm. And that meant that I would end up taking Bus#56, 38 or the AC 2.
AC 2 arrived and I stepped in. Moments later, I was blessed with a seat, right next to one motu sa, paunchy sa uncle jee. God bless his soul, for he had pulled up the arm rest and that sure made a lot of space. Just then a whole jing bang of people walked in and all fitted into the jigsaw of the fast emptying seats. All but her… She stood right next to my seat.I (so called) engrossed in the process of reading P.G.Woodhouse prayed she sit beside. And God, my dearie, heard me. She sat next to mine, and gladly had no objection to the withdrawn armrest. I felt relieved too, for I hate women who make a fuss of anything and everything.
Not all guys have bad intentions. Atleast me does not. So she sat, trying hard to kinda keep herself busy. A while later she opened her laptop, which went off power, much to my amusement. My role as a silent spectator sure deserved an Oscar. She picked up the cell and started talking to her friend about how she’d love to remove the M.E.T. logo from her computer (using acetone) and get a nice tattoo kinda stuff done on it. My alarms went off… I wanted to warn her: “babe if you use acetone, your computer paint goes for a toss”. But I refrained.
But dil hai ke maanta nahee. I STILL wanted to tell her, warn her.
Time passed. And so did the stops.
Looked out and noticed that I am just four/five stops away from home.
Not being able to contain myself, I blurted “Excuse me. Don’t mine me asking you this, but what does M.E.T. stand for?
She looked at me.
A nice sharp nose. Specs atop (I loved em) and a nice white top.
What happened next? In Part 2 ...
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The threesome - 3 (I love her love)
Did you read part 2? Do it first
She looked at him, sitting next to Swati’s chair, lovingly holding her hands and kissing them. She could see that they loved each other crazy and nothing could ever come in between them. Lavanya was glad that for once her profession had been more than monetarily rewarding.
She had met Nakul through a contact at a party. At first she thought that he would be another “customer” but a night with him turned out to be something totally unexpected.
He kept her at a distance, a great distance, so much so that even a possible accidental contact was avoided. He explained what he really wanted from her. At first the want seemed weird, but after a meet and talk with Swati, she was willing to give it a try. She had seen a photo of the couple in the bedroom and they looked just perfect!
Swati had explained: They were married for the past 5 years. Till the first 3 years of their life they made love like as if it was the last day of their life. The aim was not orgasmic. It was a spiritual unison, something that reflected in their coupled radiance… until… … until the accident that left Swati paralysed neck down.
And as if this was not enough, the bruises had left her body vulnerable to such an extent that a mere touch of the finger would pain her body from head to toe. But that had not simmered Nakul’s attraction or love to Swati. He would lay with her, keeping his hands on her as gently as possible. He would never do a thing that would arouse her for he was sure her inabilities would leave Swati sad and frustrated.
Swati had read this many a times. She knew how much Nakul missed the intimacy.
She did too.
At times she wished that Nakul would just force himself on her; take what he wants and give her too. But Nakul, she knew, would never do that.
That’s when she thought about a third person. It took her almost a year to convince Nakul.
They experimented a few times but within minutes of the act, the women would do what they wanted and not listen to Swati. And the act would stop right there.
Nakul wanted Swati and ONLY Swati in the form of the other woman. That is what he had nodded an agreement to.
Swati explained all her fantasies to Lavanya and made her understand what she wanted.
She wanted to experience Nakul through her body, in all roles that they played.
And Lavanya had turned out perfect… last week as the school girl and today as the mean boss.
Some associations, they say, are meant to last a life time.
May be Lavanya, Swati and Nakul were one such trio.
One such association.
3 souls, 3 bodies.
2 living for each other and one playing the bridge.
As she reached for the main door, she read the poster on the door yet again…
”I love my love, my lovely love,
my lovely love I love.
And if you love, the love I love,
I love the love, you love” Yes. She loved loving the love Swati loved.
It was a divine feeling…
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Let's talk about Sex baby
After 14 comments and a great response, I had to repost this blog.Technical glitches :(
You can enjoy the blog in 2 ways:
Hear it now:
My erection stood… hard. The invitation was in the form of a suck or a fuck.
I choose none and instead breathed deep.
She came up; her head on my chest.
“… am I still a virgin” she asked “Technically yes” I answered “for your hymen remains intact”.
”But don’t worry. It shall soon burst”.
My eyes still faced the ceiling.
How do I tell her that I had no love for her; in fact not even the lust. Her body, once slender, had blobs now that turned me off. The ever present stench that her body emitted was a further put off, especially when it contradicted her sweet smelling deodorant.
How do I tell her I don’t want her?
How do I tell her that the ejaculation is all I crave, for she, in no way, fits my bill!
Where am I heading to?
Wasn’t masturbation enough for me or my strained hands craved a pair of lips?
Suddenly pleasure began filling my lowers.
Glanced down and her hands were doing the job. That I hated. The hand job was never my favoured and that she knew. Yet… why?
I pushed her lips to the erection. “Do it” I said as I threw my head back.
Moments later I was humping to the blow. Pleasure is all I longed and that I was getting.
The stench, smell, fat… nothing mattered. I grabbed her hair tight and released. It was over...
Guilt seeped in but I did not care.
She was my temporary and may be I was hers too.
Her breasts awaited attention.
For me… the call of duty.
It was my turn to make her happy...
But could I, EVER?
Na... Not possible. But I had to maintain her. She was my offloader.
Till the other walks in… and in the other’s absence
… we needed each other.
May be virginity hurt her.
Good for me. For they say… practice maketh a man perfect.
I spread her legs.
Time to bang.
Men… they are bastards.
Then women… ah, no less.
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The threesome - 2 (Swati speaks)
Did you read part 1? Do it first
Nakul’s arms strayed to Lavanya’s bosom.
He made her face him as his hands slid to her waxed legs. His hands then made way to the first button. “Easy Nakul” said Swati. ”Don’t be in a hurry”. But Nakul… she knew he would not stop. By now he had unbuttoned the second button, revealing Lavanya’s lacy bra Their eyes met. “Throw your head back” said Swati. Lavanya did as told.
The arched back tugged the buttons harder.
The breasts threatened to spill out on their own if not freed soon.
He placed his palms on her cleavage and grabbed the shirt.
In one swift move, he ripped her shirt. The ones that could hold hung on threads. The rest of the buttons just flew. “Tiger!!!” gnarled Swati. “You are one hungry man…”
”Ya! I’ve waited too long for this” he answered as his mouth made way to Lavanya’s cleavage.
”Push him away” Swati commanded “and place your left knee on his crotch”
”Free him off that stupid tie and remove his shirt buttons real slow”
”Kiss his chest. Let him quiver”.
Swati commanded. Lavanya obeyed.
As she kissed his chest, he felt her back, making generous use of his hands.
And at last he used them to unhook her bra.
The breasts fell to the force of gravity, ready to be attended. “Rub them on his body”, came the command and Lavanya expertly followed.
”Kiss him” roared Swati.
Their mouths met.
Tongues split open the lip bridges and slithered like a snake set free into the other’s mouth. Sucks, tugs, bites… it went and graduated to moans that echoed in Nakul's mouth when he fondled Lavanya’s nipples.
He slid down and took them in his mouth. The mutual exchanges of sucks, licks and kisses continued with Nakul's eye on Swati every few minutes. She seemed to enjoy this session no end.
”Take me hard” shouted Lavanya, unable to control the urge as she pulled Nakul’s hair. His tongue has pleasured her to such an extent that she needed him in her… then, right then… that very moment!
She did not want to behave like Swati’s puppet anymore. She had a mind of her too.
”Do it” prompted Swati, trying not to sound unhappy about Lavanya’s “personal” choice. “Please baby… pierce me” Swati added in a cry.
What followed was a slow, then steady and finally a hard hitting rhythmic entrance.
The girls moaned as Nakul’s thrusts continued. Lavayna’s nails dug hard into his back as she hit her pleasure peak and released. But thrusts continued, much to the pleasure of Swati. A second orgasm later they laid bare.
Minutes later Lavanya was up. She searched for her bra and clothes.
They lay on the floor… the shirt tattered and the bra torn. Only the skirt remained intact.
”Don’t worry Lavanya. There is another pair in the cupboard for you.
Take it from there” said Nakul.
Conclued in the part 3 I love her Love
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The threesome -1 (Lavanya arrives)
Yesterday was the school girl. Today it was the mean lady boss…
All he wanted was to pin her and show her, who was the “real boss”.
She was dressed in a black leather skirt and a white shirt that could barely cup the cup. He, in a white lined shirt, red tie and grey bottoms.
Their conversation had graduated from the living room to the bedroom when Lavanya had noticed him unable to get his eyes off her buttons. “Wish they would break off right now”… she had read his mind. And that had lured her to “discuss further business in the comfort of a better room”.
He followed meekly.
“Once in the room, she shall know” he smiled to himself.
The room seemed all ready for the occasion but Lavanya refrained from an acknowledgement.
She sat on the bed, with Nakul at a slight distance. Also present in the room was Swati, sitting on a chair, a few inches away from the bed.
“That red tie suits him so well” thought Swati, ready to witness the action.
The laptop screen lit to display the sales report and the talk resumed.
Swati sat looking at the two, not failing to notice the bulge in Nakul’s trouser. She awaited the action. The touchpad of the laptop seemed the best excuse for their fingers to touch. And every time it did, Swati could see the sparks fly. She started breathing heavily. Her nipples – erect. Nakul navigated the cursor to the start icon. A notepad opened and he gingerly typed “Can the sales report wait?”
Unperturbed came the boss’s reply in swift taps “wait? for what?”
”it’s getting too hot in here”
”open the windows” she typed back
”are you sure?”
”positive” her fingers announced
Not caring to switch it off, he closed the laptop and placed it on the adjoining dressing table.
A few strands of hair had carelessly swayed on to her face. He reached for them and tucked them behind her ears. Lavanya’s body warmed. And so did Swati’s
A threesome has been mentioned in a casual conversation once. That’s it! Despite being married for more than five years, not once had either Nakul or Swati every wanted another “body” than each others. So why now? Does one need to justify everything? Nope. It was their wish and a mutual decision.
In fact it was Swati’s wish and it had taken her a long time to convince Nakul for the same.
Continued in part 2... Swati speaks
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Big boss
the updated poster on my desktop says
61 years of Indepedence later...
the boss is STILL
"always right"
(originally AJ)
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Beware! This may shock you...
Hello Gang. Phew. Been real desperate the past weeks to purge one nice post, but aa hi nahee raha.
Then as I began typing my new post "Save for the rainy day", my thoughts went in to poetry. The product made my friends lose the colour of their skin, the moist of their lips.
For many, it may be perversion at its fullest. For me,it was the exhale I longed for...
a pure unadulterated flow of creativity.
When I sowed Kaneez was her name, brickbats accompanied the understanding comments.
With the new post, I risk my entire reputation once again. But what is a man, a man, a man, a man who has not dared the dare.
The new post shall be revealed soon.
Till then, let me gear up my armour and throw it in to the sea.
Accusations, name calling, banish... I'm ready for all.
Are you ready??
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Crash boom bank bank
“Anybody there” crooned my phone. That was my ringtone, alerting me that a message awaited.
In the midst of a busy schedule, I tapped around for the phone and press “read”. The message was from Citi alert, the alert service from Citibank, to remind me that my payment of Rs. ***** was due on the 13th of July 2008. It also mentioned that if I had already made the payment, I could very well ignore the message. Bugged, just as I returned the phone to it’s stand, up came the announcement on my computer… “Master... I have a mail for you”.
Checked my outlook express to find this mail from Citibank:
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Dear Citibank Cardmember,
Thank you for banking with Citibank. We are pleased to provide
you details pertaining to your Citibank Credit Card Account.
Please ignore this message if you have already made your payment.
The pymt date for your card ************30** is 13-JUL-08.The Total Due isRs*** and Minimum Rs****. Pls send the pymt early to avoid chrgs.
Assuring you of our best service at all times.
Warm Regards,
Manager - Customer Service
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I lost it, just COMPLETELY lost it and decided that it was high time someone taught these rascals a lesson. Here’s what I responded to them:
Dear Citibank team, As a responsible Citibank Credit card user, I am well aware of my due dates and payment amount. The ebill and the physical statement do that job very well.
Despite that you guys send the annoying PAYMENT reminder on my mobile and top it up with an EVEN MORE annoying payment reminder on my email. What point are you guys trying to prove in here?
1) That I may fleece the company?
2) Or I may never pay you guys?
3) Or my health report says that I have amnesia, in which case you guys are playing the "perfect service" by reminding me of my payment?
4) Or am I the sole Citibank credit card user and if I don't pay up on time, the company would collapse??
Please be warned; if this STUPID practice continues, I shall discontinue using the Citibank credit card.
Thanks
Mind you gang, this ain’t no piece of my creative liberty. This is what I actually penned!
And if this does not get their attention, they might as well close down!!
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