From
@gauravjagwani:
She knew her husband had a masturbating problem. With his
time being spent on pornography, it didn't leave much room for their own sexual
connections. She suggested a foursome to which he agreed. The condition? To
bring your own partner. She brought her perfectly toned gym trainer. He brought
a centerfold. Some things never change.
From @ashishshukul:
The name is Sutra, Kama Sutra. My father was a philosopher
and I was conceived in the 2nd century AD. I was born in India as an idea of
liberation and modernity, but today I’m ridiculed in name of morality. It’s an
incredible story. To learn more, just pick up the latest India Tourism brochure.
From @darklingdiva:
"You're such a
pervert." she said. It was her favourite accusation.
"Is that why you love me?" he asked with a serious face.
"What? You're crazy."
"I see."
"What do you see?"
"I see you. Only with a few alterations."
"You really are a pervert." she said, blushing.
"I love you too." he winked back.
"Is that why you love me?" he asked with a serious face.
"What? You're crazy."
"I see."
"What do you see?"
"I see you. Only with a few alterations."
"You really are a pervert." she said, blushing.
"I love you too." he winked back.
From @tweettabulous:
"I don't like
the way he's fiddling with the lingerie. Can you ask him to leave? It's making
us very uncomfortable."
"Let me see what I can do Ma'am."
"Sir, do you require assistance? People are complaining about you."
"Let me see what I can do Ma'am."
"Sir, do you require assistance? People are complaining about you."
"Oh-oh, I'm
terribly sorry I'm no pervert I'm just an actor who'd soon play Mrs. Doubtfire."
From @AnuNande:
What do you see when you look in a
mirror? She wished she could answer without
seeing her distorted reality, things she hid, feelings she fought everyday. What
was real? The only time she forgot was on stage. She
smiled. Today was not about demons. Today was about honouring his genius. O
Captain. My Captain.
From @WickdWeirdWitch:
Small-town-innocent-little
Girl. Metro Boy. Marriage.
10 years later:
She: “WTF! What do you mean you don’t serve beer?
No draught? Is this a pub or a tea-stall? And please bring a pack of Marlboro
Lights.”
He chuckles softly to himself, “Am such a
pervert! I managed to transform her from a Lucknowite to a Bombayite!”
From
@Jonty_Pinto:
Exhausted
walking for interviews,
Repudiated almost by a handful of leading companies,
Crossing tetchy advices from all sides,
Repudiated almost by a handful of leading companies,
Crossing tetchy advices from all sides,
Engineering
rued his life.
A maslin of thoughts ran down his mind as he took the decision of his life.
A maslin of thoughts ran down his mind as he took the decision of his life.
Now he is the most sought singer in the country.
His
fortitude paid off an perverted life.
From @vishalsshriyan:
He'd read the rules wrong. Thought it was 55 words or less. Wrote a 32 word story straight from the heart. Was thrilled with the piece. Next day, no story. The Controller, a self professed lover of the written word had killed the story. Apparently it was too short! Wonder what perverted joy he had derived.
From @thenesseffect:
“What’ll I do with
your sorries!? And HOW did you know about the mole on my thigh?!”
“I…erm…saw it through
my binoculars when you were in the shower…”
“You what?!”
“I saw…”
“SHUT UP! I don’t know
what’s worse – you telling everybody I’ve slept with you or that other people
may have seen me too!”
From @writingchalk:
He felt groggy.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of tall stilettos walking towards his…
head?
Everything seemed upside down.
The lady lowered his face into a vat of liquid.
“AAAAH!” His eyes and skin melted away.
She lifted him.
“You won’t be seeing or circulating any nude photographs
anymore.”
Barely, he heard those last words…
From @_souringpie:
“Dearest
Ross, hope Lufthansa is comfortable? Well, after all the gyaan from everyone, I
just wanna tell my sweet little ‘Google-y’ brother that amidst the foreign
glitter, comforts, problems & prosperous endeavors, don’t let your pristine
soul to pervert into evil. Stay classy (INDIAN) always. Hugs. Monica.” Watching
him tightly hug the note, air-hostess smiled.
From @aseemrastogi2:
For him,
every girl in hot pants or plunging necklines was an object of fantasy. Whether
it was staring into neighbors’ windows or watching porn all night long, he was
busy in satisfying his vouyeristic pleasures. One day, fed up with this
outrageous behavior, his wife picked up the knife and stabbed him to death.
From @elwingt:
She was
in a packed train compartment. She kept being jostled. She felt her elbow touch
a woman's breast. She jerked away, but not before she felt the familiar
electric flush go through her.
But no! She must focus on the man she was to marry soon. She'd been told she was unnatural, a pervert.
But no! She must focus on the man she was to marry soon. She'd been told she was unnatural, a pervert.
From @uditvashisht:
She
embraced me in her cosy hug, my heart did skip few beats and then I settled and
felt comfortable with my body laid on her’s. Her aroma mesmerised me and send
me into a deep and sound sleep. That day our souls and not the bodies mated and
pervert in me had surely died!
From @roshd:
From @roshd:
He winced as his soon-to-be-ex-wife narrated lurid details
of their intimacy to the family court judge, suitably exaggerated. One more
ground for divorce, he was a ‘sexual deviant’. All present looked at him with
disgust.
Whether it is erotic kinkiness or perversion depends on how much she loves you, he thought, recalling their happier times.
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