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Throwback to the trip we took amidst the Himalayas… Everywhere we went, we got lost in the beauty of the green stretch. Every step we took was an adventure in itself…discovering the sparsely habitated villages…trekking through the paths seldom taken…air so fresh, it was a rebirth for our lungs. Though, we did try to compensate with the occasional puff of the stuff. Were we high on the green grass or were we high on the magnificent beauty around or were we just high on love and life?…maybe it was a mix of everything!
On top of that our sexualities went wild just as those tall mountains…with the rain kissing our skin almost all day…it’s hard to resist when the nature itself is conspiring to get the hormones rushing in unimaginable volumes!! What better than to give in to the nature’s wishes!!
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He is my favourite photographer…definitely he has the skills for it. And also he brings out a glow in me when I pose for him. He brings out a smile which is unique to him. I just love to see him back in arms…my hunter! My king!
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This man. This man of mine, oozed sex. From the scruff on his face, to the smell of his sweat. I wanted him badly, all my senses tingles, but most of all I wanted to taste him, emptying him of every last drop.
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Now the queen is all set to conquer the rest of the world!
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YELLOW YELLOW NAUGHTY FELLOW!!
No end to Anu’s conquests…with the new year setting in and the excitement building up, Anu is all set with a long list of resolutions which are sure to get your hormones rushing in the right places!! She plans on getting sexier, naughtier, wilder than ever before.
Feel free to suggest some more…she is fidgeting with her pen while her thoughts are dancing in her pants!!
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He makes sure to look right at me as he places
His electrical wire fingers on my skin
“How does that feel” he asks
Commanding my attention
Responding is out of the question
My lips quivering in anticipation
He smiles
Knows this is what hunger looks like
I am a switchboard
He is the circuits
My hips move with his - rhythmic
My voice isn’t my own when I moan
It is music
He sparks enough electricity inside me to power cities
When he finishes what he’s started
It is me who looks at him
And says “that was magic”
~Quoting Rupi Kaur
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