schizophrenia
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A honey bee gives its fatal sting and dies with that. Sexual orgasm too has a near death feeling. As Sonali was furiously working her hand on my captivated manhood in her feminine fists, I was in a deep sting lip kiss, sucking her lower lips to its last nectar as I unloaded my seeds in her palm. My mongering evening on a monday ( 25th Feb ) dropped its scene for the day ( I mean night ) in a dark seedy corner of Sneha.
It had all started around 7.30 pm on that day when I after my last dancing experience in Kishor thought of trying something upscale like Caabana and pushed its door. Took a seat on the wall side sofa a little oblique to the orchestra. Around 10-12 girls of various shapes and sizes were hanging around in groups looking half interested to very interested. Few distinguished looking fellows ( a group and a duo ) were occupying the chairs and round tables. Some guys were also sitting on the wall side bench sofas like me. There was a very cute looking young hottie wearing a sparkling frock or slip with naughty mischevious eyes was entertaining the duo seated on the club chair arrangement and at the same time giving me throw away smiles and eye signals. At least I believed so. The coatwalla approached her on my behalf but I guess she was sort of working a project on those two on the club chair at the centre. Meanwhile another young bong named Arohi caught my eyes and I asked her to sit. After Kishor success ( I mean my version of dancing ) I was keen to shake my legs here too. But found Arohi very reluctant or not very agile when it comes to shaking hips and feet. Or was it because she wanted to see wads of currency before giving a go for it ? Don't really know. Lost interest and passed a 100 RS note to her and she left with her red bull. In the meantime I too was sort of feeling alone type and only attracted to that young hottie who was busy with more lucrative fellows I guess, decided to leave Caabana treating the visit as a recce ( stupid me, forgot to ask the coatwalla the hot lasses name, naivety thy name is mongering ). Left for Sneha around 9 pm , nursing a hurt ego of not been able to get a hang of it, frustration building a hardon wantinga releasese in some women's fist and recover myself. And finally the Bee had his last sting of the day in Sneha and died for the day ,to be resurrected and search for honey again in another day and perhaps in another place... happy in its illusions.
It had all started around 7.30 pm on that day when I after my last dancing experience in Kishor thought of trying something upscale like Caabana and pushed its door. Took a seat on the wall side sofa a little oblique to the orchestra. Around 10-12 girls of various shapes and sizes were hanging around in groups looking half interested to very interested. Few distinguished looking fellows ( a group and a duo ) were occupying the chairs and round tables. Some guys were also sitting on the wall side bench sofas like me. There was a very cute looking young hottie wearing a sparkling frock or slip with naughty mischevious eyes was entertaining the duo seated on the club chair arrangement and at the same time giving me throw away smiles and eye signals. At least I believed so. The coatwalla approached her on my behalf but I guess she was sort of working a project on those two on the club chair at the centre. Meanwhile another young bong named Arohi caught my eyes and I asked her to sit. After Kishor success ( I mean my version of dancing ) I was keen to shake my legs here too. But found Arohi very reluctant or not very agile when it comes to shaking hips and feet. Or was it because she wanted to see wads of currency before giving a go for it ? Don't really know. Lost interest and passed a 100 RS note to her and she left with her red bull. In the meantime I too was sort of feeling alone type and only attracted to that young hottie who was busy with more lucrative fellows I guess, decided to leave Caabana treating the visit as a recce ( stupid me, forgot to ask the coatwalla the hot lasses name, naivety thy name is mongering ). Left for Sneha around 9 pm , nursing a hurt ego of not been able to get a hang of it, frustration building a hardon wantinga releasese in some women's fist and recover myself. And finally the Bee had his last sting of the day in Sneha and died for the day ,to be resurrected and search for honey again in another day and perhaps in another place... happy in its illusions.
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