Blog entries by jollydead

  1. Ten minutes later, we were walking back to his dhaba, fully clothed. I didn't fancy that bicycle ride again. We didn't really talk much. It was that familiar awkward silence that follows when you are fully clothed with a stranger you've just had sex with. Or so I imagine. I had never done it...
  2. "I am not the writer of this story. This i have borrowed from a writer on other forum , the writer went inactive nearly 5-6 years ago..so am sure it is not a problem if i share this story here .If anyone does not understand the Indian words used here, message me and i will clarify..or google is...