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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: Pleasure

You may not be ready, but you still take chances,
’cause you like to take risks, you are infatuated,
you want to try it out,
but you turn a blind eye to what is about to come your way.

In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Beginning of Something..

It was 2 in the morning when Myra woke up to the sound of the wind coming from the balcony. Lying on the bed, she saw Roy standing with a cigarette in his hand, looking at the moon. Myra walked beside Roy while clutching the sheets to her chest.
“What are doing here this late?”, She looked at Roy and kissed his bare chest as he faced her.
Roy and Myra were meeting for the first time but it never felt like the first time. Maybe it was the booze or it was the vulnerabilities they both were facing.
Myra was trying to fill the hole which was recently dug and Roy, well he was trying his best to refill the tiny pits in his chest.

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The Dreadful Desires: Roy

I make elevating music; you make elevator music..” a man with a stubble and shades to cover his dark circles was rapping along the music bursting out of the stereo.

He put a hand in his front pocket and pulled out a cigarette. With one hand on the steering and other to find the lighter, he drove to his apartment on the roads of Delhi. It was six in the evening and he was arriving at his place after drinking every drop from the coffee machine at his office. A new release was about to come on that coming monday to give him his big break. From some guy he was about to become the guy, the Roy.

Work was always his priority, and after that his so called “recreational activities” occupied his empty time slots. His recreational activities were a different kind of adventure, like exploration which involved girls.

Whenever boredom surrounded him, he swiped right girls on tinder and had small chit chats while he took coffee breaks. Most of the chats involved his great art of using words to bring intimacy, which led to sensual meetings and then never meeting again.

That day was his day of sensuality and stress release.

He pushed the brakes to stop by a drugstore, where he bought himself a pack of 6 of durex for his company that night. After picking up chinese for two, he opened his apartment’s door and found his apartment smelling like cigarettes and empty beer bottles lying everywhere in the living room. He rubbed his temple and looked at his watch, she was about to come in an hour or so and the house was a mess after the litter party he had at his place last weekend.

Roy picked the beer bottles and threw the cigarette butts in trash and tried to fix the place when he heard the door bell ring. He looked from the peep hole and saw a petite girl dressed in red with open hair and big breasts.

Roy had a smirk on his face when he thought of the things he would do to her that night. He opened the door and looked at her with venerous eyes.

Hello, Roy?“, her tone represented every ounce of courage she gathered to deliver that monosyllable.

Without saying a thing, Roy put forth his hand and smiled.

She took his hand and the door closed behind them.

To be continued..



My heart was swinging to and fro with the waves of affection.
There was a rise and fall of my little yacht in the stormy ocean.
There was no escape and even if there was,
I didn’t want to exit the newly discovered world.
I could feel the sense of belonging as he leaned in and imprinted on my shoulder.
This one time in my life I knew it wasn’t just a spark but an explosion of emotions.
His hands embraced my neck and he moved forward to land small peck.
His hands moved towards my breasts as I moaned with a low voice in excitement.
He came slowly towards my lips and dissolved himself within me.
As my lips a part, I could realise the sudden jitters and rush in my body.
I was on fire, I realised.
His tongue slid inside my mouth and we reached the end together.
I knew there was more to this.
There was another stage even after the climax.