Who says girls dont plot?
"Interpretation of Dreams" Isn't it the name of book by SF? I had this dream - when I wokeup it was two-thirty in the night. The passionfruit was in her mouth and I wokeup.
Not that I am against girls plotting. Well may be I am a bit towards pro. I like girls who plot. Well well not exactly, not all the time - pause the subject of discussion is not this.
I met this girl. Who was like me! On the first encounter I was stunned. I did not want to miss her man! She looked good - to my eyes. Better still was the way she carried herself, butchered her competition. I plotted to date her. It was a long wait, almost a month and a half till we struck a decent conversation. But one evening we did!
We dated! We dated like mads! Passionfruit? This happened on our second date!! A typical Indian date in a coffe-shop. Javacity was the name. She said "OK! Let us meet in Javacity, Churchstreet - you know right?" What is this Churchstreet? Is it in Bangalore?? Honestly I had never known this street. I said "Yep, I'll be there." I made some frantic calls and found out where it was!!
Javacity has a nice menue! Various teas, coffees, their weekend karaoke is amazing! I (we - we both) still remember the look in the face of this guy, the waiter, when we asked for Passionfruit - the choice of flavour ice-tea! Was he bemused, was he perplexed. He had a shy smile! We always asked him for passionfruit whenever we went thereon.
A month passed, we dated. Dated like mads. We loved. I did. Guess she too. Does it matter? Then came this day, she was insistent that we should watch "Zhankaar Beats", a Hindi movie by Rahul Bose, whom she kind of compared me with. She says, I have same kind of frustrations. Shagging early in the morning, dreaming all day. intellect, shoulders etc etc. Girls know how to flatter you! And the project Zhankaar Beats began.
The plot!
We were to watch it in her house, on my laptop, in the afternoon since no one was there in the house. We took off, bunked the office, searhced for the CD. Did not find it. Did not matter. We anyhow went to her house. 2 minutes and we hit the bed. She had feline (isn't it apt word for cat-like?) energy. Undressed in 5 minutes, on her bed. My pants down, her mouth in the center. She mouthed. The angle in which she held was amazing. Never before it was so good! I swear. I was beginning to have the best blow-job of my life.
Then she asked how's it? I said "Ney - not all that great". Missed it man! I missed it. She wound up. We were through. The passionfruit was left uneaten.
Whether we continued to date, whether we date still, did we have it again - doesnt matter. We missed that "THAT" golden opportunity!
"Interpretation of Dreams" Isn't it the name of book by SF? I had this dream - when I wokeup it was two-thirty in the night. The passionfruit was in her mouth and I wokeup.
Not that I am against girls plotting. Well may be I am a bit towards pro. I like girls who plot. Well well not exactly, not all the time - pause the subject of discussion is not this.
I met this girl. Who was like me! On the first encounter I was stunned. I did not want to miss her man! She looked good - to my eyes. Better still was the way she carried herself, butchered her competition. I plotted to date her. It was a long wait, almost a month and a half till we struck a decent conversation. But one evening we did!
We dated! We dated like mads! Passionfruit? This happened on our second date!! A typical Indian date in a coffe-shop. Javacity was the name. She said "OK! Let us meet in Javacity, Churchstreet - you know right?" What is this Churchstreet? Is it in Bangalore?? Honestly I had never known this street. I said "Yep, I'll be there." I made some frantic calls and found out where it was!!
Javacity has a nice menue! Various teas, coffees, their weekend karaoke is amazing! I (we - we both) still remember the look in the face of this guy, the waiter, when we asked for Passionfruit - the choice of flavour ice-tea! Was he bemused, was he perplexed. He had a shy smile! We always asked him for passionfruit whenever we went thereon.
A month passed, we dated. Dated like mads. We loved. I did. Guess she too. Does it matter? Then came this day, she was insistent that we should watch "Zhankaar Beats", a Hindi movie by Rahul Bose, whom she kind of compared me with. She says, I have same kind of frustrations. Shagging early in the morning, dreaming all day. intellect, shoulders etc etc. Girls know how to flatter you! And the project Zhankaar Beats began.
The plot!
We were to watch it in her house, on my laptop, in the afternoon since no one was there in the house. We took off, bunked the office, searhced for the CD. Did not find it. Did not matter. We anyhow went to her house. 2 minutes and we hit the bed. She had feline (isn't it apt word for cat-like?) energy. Undressed in 5 minutes, on her bed. My pants down, her mouth in the center. She mouthed. The angle in which she held was amazing. Never before it was so good! I swear. I was beginning to have the best blow-job of my life.
Then she asked how's it? I said "Ney - not all that great". Missed it man! I missed it. She wound up. We were through. The passionfruit was left uneaten.
Whether we continued to date, whether we date still, did we have it again - doesnt matter. We missed that "THAT" golden opportunity!
posted by Interpreter at 6:10 AM
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