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The bedroom
is boring. Make matters worse if you insist lights off. A lover without
indiscretion is no lover at all, someone quipped. I am for this. I have an open
mind, and not afraid. I want a man who is so.
I love
the outdoors, very much. Not because I am desi girl naturally and I aggrandize
the perfumed garden of the Kama Sutra. I have not even watched the Kama Sutra, but I have read the book,
crammed it like a Muslim girl attending madrassa.
And then
there is the hotel. And please, it’s not the dingy ones where the shower
trickles like tears, and the bed is noisier than a locomotive. Even though it
is said it’s a public place, take me in the elevator on that ride up to our
room.
Well,
something else I like very much is sex in the office. Not the me-the-secretary-and-you-the-boss
thing. That’s unprofessional, and for me office romance is a no-no. It’s the
other way round. I will surprise you in your office and demand you give it to me
there and then. Don’t be afraid to storm into my office and ask nicely to
unfurl the petal that’s my pussy.
Who cares
whether I still behave like a teenager at thirty. I am a bachelorette. I fuck
wherever I want whenever I feel like. So, sex in the car; make it more
tantalizing on the hood – I will squirt all over you like a fountain.
I always
dream of having a pleasure cruise. That’s after my childhood sweetheart failed
miserably to take me on the stern of my father’s boat as my twenty-third
birthday present. He was afraid that the boat might capsize. The idiot did not
know that if he died inside my palpitating pussy it was one-way ticket to
heaven. I still crave that.