Tag: sex
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Death of a conversation
Act I People have masks, mostly two, but few have masks counting which you will end up in your dying years still counting and pondering about the time you wasted counting them and still will not be able to see an end to the count, uncountably finite. When she came to my place, drunk as…
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Love on Grave
She smiled. I laughed. Hysterically. It seems awesome to be in between two women. Wait. Was she a woman? M-A-R-G-A-R-E-T Yes. Margaret is usually the name of a girl. She was a woman. So, here I am, sandwiched between two women. And then she, with her fingers, and bloody sharp nails, circles on my chest,…
Shishir Chaudhary 