FanFaraktion: It's back, and how-pg81! - Page 26

Originally posted by: madmaxine

I know about the book. I didn't quite like the concept...so I didn't buy it. But since you say it's good..maybe I'll pick it up next time I am in India. The blogger whose book I did enjoy was Dork by Sidin Vadukut.

Chapter 5: "Naam bade aur darshaan chotey"

Precap: A million emotions went through his heart and he screamed in agony and unfulfilled desires'

"Khud Khushiii..."

His agonised, guttural scream interrupted Khushi's round, round circle of thoughts which were always full of loopholes just like her handmade jalebis and IPKKND's overall plotlines. With wide eyes and her perpetual "O" face which looked remarkably like Looney Tune's tweety bird's "O" face, she observed Arnav's full length (wait, not that "length" you gutter mind! His body length')

Her hazel eyes zeroed in on his face, that beautiful face which in that moment was indeed crumpled up, his head was tilted upwards slightly, both his eyes locked together extremely tight, his nose scrunched up and his mouth dangling open after his agonised release. She regarded his dishevelled hair; a result of him flipping his head back from the intensity of the scream and... the all consuming feeling behind it (she began to suspect!). It already looked like sex hair and they hadn't even started!

Then there was the internationally imported (because he is Arnav Singh Raizada) gooey hair gel melting from the intense heat and which was now sliding down his forehead. Mingling with the tiny beads of sweat and smoothly sliding down his cheek, chin, eyelids... She had read on India Forums (IFand its mature One Shots (OS) and various R-rated Arnav-Khushi blogs that Arnav's sex sweat was supposed to make her feel tingly with need down there yet instead she was repulsed. They reminded her of Poojali's, sorry, her beloved *needy-manipulative-leeching-fake* sister-in-laws glycerine teardrops (bottles bought in bulk, 100 rupees per box) and all Khushi wanted to do was look away in disgust.

Her libido slipping into coma once again.

She waited for the aftershocks of his screaming release to subside, his breathing still heavy and his chest bounding up and down but slowly he began to still...

Wait. Right then, three major realisations hit Khushi at once!

1. He had screamed. A deep, throaty guttural scream and he had said "Khud Khushi". From her little experience on the forum, she knew that its haves hidden meanings. "Khud" means "self" Arnav was notoriously selfish and "Khushi" means her name (she smirked) but it also means, happy, glee, delighted, pleasure!
   PLEASURE.
   Self-pleasure! = Khud Khushi!
2. She had also seen that face of his before, this was his "kaarra" face. yes karra face! ... So did that mean his karra face looked like his ...?
   
3. Mature IF fiction reading told her that men always scream, sweat, breathe heavily when they...when they...
   

The rusty wheels in Khushi's doormat, sorry, dormant brain began to turn as she put 1.), 2.) and 3.) together ' *IPKKND suspense music* and then it clicked.

Arnav Singh Raizada possibly, 50/50, perhaps, maybe just prematurely ejaculated.

She yelped, jumping off the bed. One half of her mind flattered that her zipper being opened by mere 2cm was his undoing whilst another part of her was furious at this no-sex-no-passion companion DM had chosen her.

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TO-BE-CONTINUED by the explosive Chameli MentalExotica

pls leave cmmntz guys nd lyk or else I will kidnaps her to Landooons (she'll be more than willing) and then no update for 45/21/11 days. "Samjhi tum!"

ASR Rox (his own world)

SaRun Papers (tabloids be spreading rumours)

ArShi Scissors ("Cut it!" The blaady "S" in the middle, it's ArHi "dammit!")

Originally posted by: Rabba-Ve-Delena

Ciao people!

I would like to be honest and frank to you dears, this was a very hard, difficult and emotionally dranining update to write.
I truly had to reach into that dark, forbidden place inside my soul (whether I have one is debatable!) to bring this piece to you.
Therefore I only ask, as sincerely as possible, PLEASE have it in you to read this with an OPEN-mind. A very, open mind.
I have tried to deal with a very serious issue here and if you or someone you know are effected by these issues, please do get some help.
Do not PM me for help, I'll be too occupied in sending out 700+ PMs on my buddy list.

CAUTION: Mature content (18+) but IF version: 9+ (I know you're reading this! LEAVE a comment or I will tell your Mother! Don't make me do it!)

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Chapter 5: "Naam bade aur darshaan chotey"

Precap: A million emotions went through his heart and he screamed in agony and unfulfilled desires'

"Khud Khushiii..."

His agonised, guttural scream interrupted Khushi's round, round circle of thoughts which were always full of loopholes just like her handmade jalebis and IPKKND's overall plotlines. With wide eyes and her perpetual "O" face which looked remarkably like Looney Tune's tweety bird's "O" face, she observed Arnav's full length (wait, not that "length" you gutter mind! His body length')

Her hazel eyes zeroed in on his face, that beautiful face which in that moment was indeed crumpled up, his head was tilted upwards slightly, both his eyes locked together extremely tight, his nose scrunched up and his mouth dangling open after his agonised release' She regarded his dishevelled hair; a result of him flipping his head back from the intensity of the scream and... the feeling behind it (she began to suspect!).

Then there was the internationally imported (because he is Arnav Singh Raizada) gooey hair gel melting from the intense heat which was sliding down his forehead. Mingling with the tiny beads of sweat and smoothly sliding down his cheek, chin, eyelids... She had read on India Forums (IF) from the mature One Shots (OS) and various R-rated Arnav-Khushi blogs that Arnav's sex sweat was supposed to make her feel tingly with need down there yet instead she was repulsed. They reminded her of Poojali's, sorry, her beloved *needy-manipulative-leeching-fake* sister-in-laws glycerine teardrops (bottles bought in bulk, 100 rupees per box) and all Khushi wanted to do was look away in disgust.

Her libido slipping into coma once again.

She waited for the aftershocks of his screaming release to subside, his breathing still heavy and his chest bounding up and down but slowly he began to still'

Wait. Right then, three major realisations hit Khushi at once!

1. He had screamed. A deep, throaty guttural scream and he had said "Khud Khushi". From her little experience on the forum, she knew that its haves hidden meanings. "Khud" means "self" Arnav was notoriously selfish and "Khushi" means her name (she smirked) but it also means, happy, glee, delighted, pleasure!
   PLEASURE.
   Self-pleasure! = Khushi Khushi!
2. She had also seen that face of his before' this was his "kaarra" face. yes karra face! ... So did that mean his karra face looked his ...?
   
3. Mature IF fiction reading told her that men always scream, sweat, breathe heavily when they...when they...
   

The rusty wheels in Khushi's doormat, sorry, dormant brain begin to move as she put 1.). 2.) and 3.) together ' *IPKKND suspense music* and then it clicked.

Arnav Singh Raizada possibly, 50/50, perhaps, maybe just prematurely ejaculated.

She yelped, jumping off the bed. One half of her mind flattered that her zipper being opened by mere 2cm was his undoing whilst another part of her was furious at this no-sex-no-passion companion DM had chosen her.

____________________________________

TO-BE-CONTINUED by the explosive Chameli MentalExotica

pls leave cmmntz guys nd lyk or else I will kidnaps her to Landooons (she'll be more than willing) and then no update for 45/21/11 days. "Samjhi tum!"

Chameli Anthem time!

ASR Rox (his own world)

SaRun Papers (tabloids be spreading rumours)

ArShi Scissors (Cut it! The blaady "S" in the middle, it's ArHi "dammit!")