She

The Smoke, The Booze and The Life

A romantic October night, raindrops on the eaves, cool breeze from the window passing through my head, a cigarette stuck in between the lips, some acoustic number pouring out of the speakers. I was thinking about her. The moment when I saw her for the first time. Oh boy! Ain’t she was just perfect? Flawless beauty. I was blank, just like asking myself – “Why does it always rain on me?”

I couldn’t resist with the statement – “Love at first sight” – for the first time in my life, though she was way out of my league. I even fantasised about her in times of quite times. Maybe the lust with no boundaries. Maybe I was not even ashamed. All I wanted to have her, her with me, forever, maybe, maybe not. And here she was. Mine! All mine! With me!

The very sight of her increased my heart-beats…

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Author: IUditaPal

Erotica Blogger, Unsuccessful author, Self-proclaimed internet celebrity & That fat woman who thinks that she looks beautiful. Could have made a lot of money if I had sex with old men for monetary benefits but I choose to have self-esteem instead and use old school, a slow and hardworking way of building my empire. I'm one of a kind person and I will for sure change the way you look at life. I'm not your regular girl; my creativity starts from pooping early morning and ends at masturbating late at night. My idea of sex is female, and my idea of wine includes me bashing the lifestyle I have. I touch the topics people don't want to touch, talk about issues which we don't want to talk about and tell about part of life which we keep to ourselves.

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