Pornucopia.

[prologue to the great Indian erotica]

( . Inspiration is derived from - a person who mentored me to where I am today, and his dream of writing the gr8 Indian erotica.
. reminded by heather and her fellow blogger friends; however, I am delving into that non conventional and weird writing as usual.
. a semi fictional account)
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nickel by nickel.. u have scratched out of my body,
I still wanna sing, as I see the chisel in ur hand..
and the horror in your pants.

She, no more asks to be taken to the same bliss, where she had lost herself in passion. All she does, is to hold him tight to her breasts and lets her finger tickle the beast who is lying there like a waste.
The owner of the humongous bestiality doesn't expect a ferocious tigress giving all her wildness to him like this, but all he thinks of is, his struggle to breath freely.
His gentle requests go unheard and he moves to break free from her "generous" arms.Thus, he lets himself live another moment.

She caresses his arms and chirps with her lips "your arms are strong, and I like that". Moments of silence follow and she yells again "your arms are strong, I like them".

"umm, uh yes! yes!.. your arms are stronger"

She watches in horror and demands "you could have said something else".

He caresses her like she is the lotus embodied in a silk-smooth alabaster skin and her legs part with the spell, that they are in.

"your legs are stronger too."

She distances herself the way the sun leaves the mountains every morning; however, her eyes are wide in shock and disgust. Suddenly, the embodiment of two lives into one was stranded before it could begun.

Jay realizes his mistake and thus his 1st erotica dies. Ok! u think it was a joke :P.

Though erroneous, bequeathed,
and surrendered to the sheath ..
but I know u r also a horned one!