The Dreaded Desires: Desperation

In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Crashing At His Place

Next morning Myra had a bad hangover. Her hair were frizzy and she was trying hard to get her out of the bed. Roy came to her and handed her a glass of water along with an aspirin. Looking at his bare chest she forgot her migraine for a while and stood up on the bed to give him a quick kiss for his sweet gesture.
As soon as she came to his face, he turned towards the cupboard of his room.
You have 30 mins to get ready. Here, take this. I need to go to work so you need to hurry up” he tossed her clothes over to her. His rude tone reminded Myra of her physics professor she never used to like.
“Can we not just stay a bit longer, it is so cozy here”, she stood from the bed as she slid her T-shirt over her head and started walking in the direction of Roy.
“Last night was the best night of my life”, she hugged him from the behind such that her breasts were smashed to his bare chest.

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The Dreaded Desires: Crashing at His Place

In Continuation of The Dreaded Desires: The Geek and The Stoner

“I cannot be with you anymore, I love someone else”, that’s how she crushed Roy.
He was on the Sofa sitting with a photograph of him with a girl smiling as if he owned the stars. He remembered that day, when he brought her favourite flowers: blue orchids, and a box of chocolates to tell her how much he loved her for the first time. He clutched the photo tightly, reminisced her each and every detail, her curls, her eyes, the way she shied away whenever he came close. Then he started to think about Myra and how similar she was with the girl in the picture.
Same innocent smile, the way she held him, the way she looked him in the eye, with desperation to get away from something, just like him. He felt like she was his alter ego trying to find the meaning she was left with.
It was 2 weeks that he didn’t call her, even after when he told her he would. His paranoia didn’t allow him to, telling him that it would never be possible, because he was not capable of loving anyone anymore. All he wanted was to get away from the hurt. He never wanted to be vulnerable enough to feel the hurt again. And to get away he had to get intimate with someone.

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The Dreaded Desires: The Geek and The Stoner

In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Ignorance
It was the freshman year, when Shrey first saw Myra, a timid girl with round rimmed glasses, a Batman crop-top, blue jeans and open hair.
She was scribbling in her notebook, paying attention to the Raman Effect in the first bench. She was the typical geek who unintentionally attracted attention. Even her long hair could not hide her assets from the hungry eyes of the typical boyish population.
On the other hand Shrey was a small town boy with dilapidated dreams in his eyes, his sabotaged aspirations were the sole reason for the initiation of his first smoke, his first drink and his first friendship.
Myra and Shrey were best friends, nobody knew how but they were the creators of bewilderment. People usually catcalled them as the geek and the stoner.


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Skin Flick Epidemic

Skin Flicks

No one’s at home today,
this is my chance, hurray!
I’ll use the bed, be comfy and put the blanket overhead.
Not like the other times,
where the behind freezes over the tiles.
Pornhub, redtube, forhertube, youporn,
which one to see?
Asian, Chinese, big front?
No, this time big ass.
I stream the video and pull out my little brother;
which is going to be huge in sometime.
The noises and the moans makes me arise,
I close my eyes;
and imagine Miss Malik with a ruler;
and glasses with that sexy dress.

I was 13 and I was exposed to this sudden release then.
Pornography epidemic it was,
which gave me a burst of dopamine with no regrets.

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