From @TheScotchGirl:
She drafted her text. It was definitely not ending at 160 characters. She thought about it. Very word was outlined more with smut than with love. He on the other was in love with her. In love with her sight. She on the other hand.
From @uditvashisht:
They decided to walk their way back home after a splendid evening and fine dine.
“Give me all you have else I’ll shoot” a figure appearing from the dark shouted.
He resisted and “Bang”, within seconds he was lying in pool of blood.
She had nothing but smuts of blood as her first anniversary’s gift.
From @gauravjagwani:
He was going through a dry spell. Got no action. He decided to pay for sex. So, he bought the little hooker for the night from the red light area. He did all that he could have imagined doing to her. Suddenly, the moment was over. His dry spell, too. Wet dream to the rescue.
From @LucidIllusion:
She drafted her text. It was definitely not ending at 160 characters. She thought about it. Very word was outlined more with smut than with love. He on the other was in love with her. In love with her sight. She on the other hand.
From @uditvashisht:
They decided to walk their way back home after a splendid evening and fine dine.
“Give me all you have else I’ll shoot” a figure appearing from the dark shouted.
He resisted and “Bang”, within seconds he was lying in pool of blood.
She had nothing but smuts of blood as her first anniversary’s gift.
From @gauravjagwani:
He was going through a dry spell. Got no action. He decided to pay for sex. So, he bought the little hooker for the night from the red light area. He did all that he could have imagined doing to her. Suddenly, the moment was over. His dry spell, too. Wet dream to the rescue.
From @LucidIllusion:
She lacked self-control but, on the other hand, didn't mind taking charge. She took her time to change into the maid's uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror, quite spick and span and ready for the task at hand.
She went into the bedroom and bent to clean the smut deposited near the fireplace.
From @WickdWeirdWitch:
Sexy-nubile-voluptuous-
Her eyes were flirting with him & he was replying-back-in-kind.
As her shift ended, she beckoned him to follow her.
They walked-and-kissed passionately to her abode. He lifted her up & walked up-the-stairs & headed straight for the bedroom.
His anguished cry of “Noooooo” rang out & he ran out screaming.
Thailand & Shemales!
From @ashishshukul:
They finally bumped him. It was breaking news. Facts were sketchy, but news channels looped the story all night. Schedules were adjusted to accommodate programming on his life story. Experts were lined up for panel discussions. There was no shortage of creativity in newspaper headlines the next morning. Some called him scum. Few others, Bhai.
From @vishalshriyan:
He lay on the ground staring up through eyes swollen shut. Her brother and his goons had thrashed him. More than the physical injuries it was the degradation of his feelings that pained him. The feelings that he had poured out, that they had shared through countless messages. How could they have called it smut!?
From @roshd:
He was regaling their sons and nieces with his instantly cooked up stories.He had them in splits and she knew that this would go on for a couple of hours more.
Nikhil had a way with words, whether stringing them together to spin a fairytale or whispering ‘those’ stories in her ear at night..
From @_souringpie:
“No, was busy cleaning the filthy smut off the kitchen tiles and ceiling.”
“Ah, good. Now our band can again bond over the barbeque.”
“No chance.”
“Why?”
“Hon, I don't wanna fight my landlord again.”
“lol”
“She's such a smutty bitch!"
"Teri kismut hi smutty hai"
"What the smut!! Smut off you smut!"
"ROFL"
"Haha!"
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