But I didn’t know what to be more afraid of: having a dead Jenny in my queen sized bed or getting to know who it was that had just left the room.
The author stayed with his fan under open sky in her garden. Talked and enjoyed. It was the full moon night. He brought her, as drunk, she slept soon.
The author after dinner came to her garden. He wanted to go to guest house. She said to stay, sleep and spend the night with her. The author followed her.
A few moments later he could hear a lot of commotion in the living room. Onyx quickly dressed and ran downstairs. There he found that the police had placed Isces in handcuffs
A romantic story in which an Indian bride finds her husband in distress. She showers her love over him and finally their night ends in a romantic spree.
She turned the key over in her hands several times before getting out of her car. She knew it was wrong to go into his house when he was just twenty minutes away
I very well know.. you are not in mood today and you feel exhausted like a log of wood…you have big head ache and the deliverables on your head
Editor’s Choice: Eggs, bacon, bagels, and croissants, her favourite meal of the day sat right in front of her alluring her to have more, some more, a bigger portion
He showed her his “hot spots” and the meek woman happily obliged. Arumugam watched his wife’s movements patiently (for that is all he could now: WATCH)-the way she moved
I was furiously typing on; typing the rest of my last story. Words were cascading down through my finger tips and my imagination tinged with real life experience