The DEVIL that the mind is!

She sat there twirling her hair strand looking at him from the corner of her eye. A bright pink figure hugging tee that flaunted her waxed shoulders completely, a short denim skirt that stopped right below her buttocks and a high fake leather brown boots; she was a perfect 10. None could have resisted gawking at her that day. And there he was, sitting quietly, sipping on his cup of steaming coffee and reading the sports page in the newspaper. She was desperate for his attention. For the first ever time she was insecure about her looks.

The day it 'ENDED'----- Scene 3-The finale!

I KNOW! I KNOW! I am BERY BERY SAARIII !!! :(
I was totally caught up with my last minute submissions and some serious photography! I wont keep you waiting anymore! So after this prequel and this sequel, here goes the rest!

As she landed on the cushioned bed with full force, her heart skipped a beat due to the unexpected phone call. He grabbed the opportunity to breathe in enough oxygen and let out a 'Phew!'. The phone sang, 'Lets make a night...to remember...' with amazing electronic guitar backing. As she fumbled to take out the mobile from her pocket, he rolled on her with a loud wicked laughter almost scaring her! She struggled her way to prevent him from getting any closer to her as she managed to get hold of her phone clumsily from her pocket. He watched her reaction shift from orgasmic smile to an unpleasant shock. He froze looking at her and saw her staring at him with her almond shaped eyes almost popping out. She hushed him and took the call.

A DAY OF ACTION! -------Scene 2

This is a sequel to A LONG DAY. To get into the zone (to be blatantly put---to feel the heat!!!), read the prequel and then the below sequel.

She closed her eyes and found relief. He was poetically slow and gentle. His fingers spoke 'care'. Her shoulders drooped  automatically and she leaned back comfortably in the rotatable chair. It seemed like he was playing a piano and as though he was hitting all the right notes on her shoulders.
"Aahhaaaa! You sure know the art well!", she whispered loudly as she allowed him to relieve her.
"You mean the art of handling a woman???" he asked with a serious tone.
"Ass hole!!!" she giggled and slapped his side thigh of steel. "Massaging isn't an easy job you know. You need to do it the right way. One wrong act and.....", she paused as she noticed that he had stopped massaging. She looked up at him and questioned him with raised eyebrows.
"Oh sorry! I was just wondering how come you effortlessly come up with such interesting topics !"

VULGARITY v/s SENSUALITY

The camera zooms onto the silicon induced, ripe bosoms of Rakhi Sawant. The focus then shifts to her smoky eyes and her 'biting' lips. All of a sudden the musical beats start thumping and she goes on with her usual jhataks and mataks with a dozen more sluttishly dressed dancers. As I nonchalantly watch the song and tap my feet to the beats, our maid absent-mindedly stops her mopping and stares at the TV with an awkward expression on her face. Amma notices her and shifts her attention to the TV and goes, "Ada Rama! Enna intha kaalathula vyavasthaye illaama pochu! Athunoondu thuni kuda yendi ava pottukkara? athaiyum thookki eriya vendiyathu thaane!"