Ok here’s to all those few ppl who did find among their wretched lives, the time to encourage poor lil ol me to continue writing......particularly the young medical aspirant who scrapped to say mine was the best blog he's ever read.....but this one is not gonna inspire u son, this ones gonna take your AIIMS away, so better u don’t read it…seeya! So for the rest of you...no more medical or teen ranting anymore....In spite of my incredibly fetching boyish charms, I’ve grown mature...too mature......university exams are going on n I’m incredibly horny!!!!
.......I mentioned this to some ppl and was surprised to find I was not alone....maybe I should start a community or something in orkut "I get horny during exams" or something..Just last day I found a community "I #### off standing" ...and this and this and this and certain stupid profiles too like this. If communities like these can exist, and if my calculations hold true to their answers, my community will have the whole of orkut in it within a month……oh crap..maybe I wont do the community thing. I got enough attempts at my life from loyal fanatics for the single community I own.... so as I said earlier its exam time and I’m horny as hell, and I really need to do something about it besides thinking about it[:)].... and just then this friend of mine scrapped me saying my writing was always frustrated even back from school days....now its medicos ranting, then it was teen!!!....ok assol...u asked for it...I’ve decided to change....I’ve changed my category ...its porn time. sorry...erotica time.... considering the immense horniness that I was in for the last 2 hours, creating a fictional girlfriend and ditching her too in my thoughts would be too small an achievment..So here I am at the end of 2 hours telling u what I’ll miss after she’s gone...
I'll miss the joy in her voice when I call her
and knowing I’m at least someone’s favourite….
I'll miss the comfortable silences, and the uncomfortable ones even more..
I'll miss telling her stories from childhood and the dreams about the future...and
I'll miss hearing genuine interest and laughter from the other end...
[BORED?? Tat was the foreplay part ]
I'll miss seeing her laugh like a child at all the stupid faces I make
I'll miss feeling important…
I'll miss thinking maybe she knows I like her laughin and the bitch’s flaunting it....
I'll miss trying to remain cool and knowing when I fail....
I'll miss the long fone calls, the short ones even more….
I'll miss singin over the fone....
I'll miss asking her which room she is in, what she is wearing, and shit like what position she is in..
I'll miss trying to seduce her, n knowing full well when I succeed….
I'll miss the late night visits ..
I'll miss working out before I go over...
I'll miss jumping those walls thinking whether all this sneaking in is ultimately gonna affect my self esteem..
I'll miss thinking about god when I see 'Bruno' the rott glaring behind bars...
I'll miss hailing atheists when the ####er starts waking people up…
I'll miss teaching her exercises for her abs...and laughing at all the unfamiliar determination from behind the familiar face…
I'll miss the sex too. and everything we try...
I'll miss thinking why she always closes her eyes..
I'll miss asking her about it...
I'll miss going mad thinking about it....
I'll miss seeing her tire and breathe like mad...with a smile on her face....
I'll miss thinking it would be the most beautiful face I ever saw...
I'll miss feeling victorious too...
I'll miss getting up to go, knowing full well she'll pull me back...
I'll miss those cuddles in spite of all the boredom I show about it..
I'll miss blowing up condoms and showing her they make the best balloons...
I'll miss the horlicks, the rusted water and the tang she'll bring… the choc horlicks way more.
I'll miss trying to sleep, with her watching me by my side...
I'll miss waking up n finding her still watching...
I'll miss waking up n finding her dead asleep....
I'll miss the drive back home with slow music way too much....
I'll miss rejecting those calls when she calls to ask if I were safe..
I'll miss shouting at her I know what she is trying to do and I knew it never is, was, or shall be about sex alone..
I'll miss telling her I needed some time alone on my own....
I'll miss thinking maybe they were waiting for me all the time..[those perverts..]
I'll miss finding irony in everything on the way home [especially the dog part]
I'll miss stealing her fotos from her room..
I'll miss saving those hair strands that cling on...
I'll miss putting them within Webster’s n forgetting about them.... and stumbling across them years later...
I'll miss taking fotos while kissing..
I'll miss kissing...way too much
I'll miss finding kisses could still turn me on. after all these years..
I'll miss opening my eyes in between to find her staring too...
I'll miss the taste of that stupid mouthwash i so much hate...
I'll miss telling her about pheromones and making her smell my armpits…
I'll miss running home when she shows hers…..
I'll miss those little gifts way too much..
I'll miss speed dialling no 5 on my fone...
I'll miss the person I think she is, way too much...
I'll miss feeling happy at those rare moments when she gets jealous
I'll miss the stress of it all....and the throbbing between my eyebrows [love for me was always a throbbing between my eyebrows, when it was gone I knew I was not in love anymore]
just remembered I got an university exam tomorrow....seeya all later ..Keep commenting...
But I’ll not miss a million things for which I wont call her anymore......and I don’t care what she misses about me....but I’m sure whatever she does, whoever she’s with, she'll miss the sex, now that’s for sure.....
P.S: I’m sorry I suck at erotica but I dint know all of you were such porn connoisseurs. I know my version of erotica dint meet your expectations. But being around for sometime as the “perverted Psychopath” everybody knows, it’s the least I could do…..
P.S 2 ..to be updated every time i get horny...keep checkin.


10 comments:
gooooood one mann, though i really doubt all this is the product of your imagination!? u sound so real and depressed.....
you are fucking good...!!!
"gr8 imagination"
evrythg u've dne wl becomes someoneelse memory.de prson might 4get de xact wrds u said bt dere's no way 2 mke dem 4get de way u made dem feel.
gd luck
i enjoyed your previous 2 posts.. not much the latest one :-)
anyway keep writing man...
P.S. nee ideykkokke school matesinittu vaykunundallo
Loved it!! :D That was JUST too good. Erotica with a difference. And yes, attitude! More narration than description.
It almost sounded bloody fucking REAL, Saran chetta!!(Especially that making baloons outta condoms and smelling armpits part. ;-) Simultaneously appalling and appealing!
Keep writing. You've an ardent fan here. Way to go!!
ROFLMFAO, that was a good one...i should start blogging again lol
i entered 'stitching class trivandrum' in google n came across ur blog.
jus read a sep 2007 entry and liked certain things in d post.
that was nice.
oh dear god! =O
more mushy than erotic. clearly a piece of exaggerated truth. commendable nontheless!
Damn, you are a reallly good misser!
Haiku poetry
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