I have always felt gorgeous. Nope, not with my rosy, slightly tanned glow or the hour glass figure but because of my sucking attitude …he he he

But he made me fall weak on my knees. Yes, he was too sexy !!!!!!

I still remember the day , when our eyes met the first time…..

It was one of those days, when I felt everything went straight

The sun was shining, flirting with it’s familiar warmth. With a slight nip in the air, . I could feel the breeze touching me all over… the sweet aroma was divine. The birds chirping in their regular sweet melody and I felt fresh like a morning dew.

My hair for once looked marvelous- shiny, bouncy and straight. I had left it all open and the small amount of makeup I was wearing , made me look fresh and pretty.My outfit though not very elaborate, made me feel sexy and stylish.The crimson shade of lipstick..gave that oomph factor…Me…hun..effervescence personified !!! ;-)))

What was it…adding that extra shine ? Probably it was just about the rendezvous …and the associated feeling of élan …S I M P L Y      D I V I N E !

It was just one of those days, when everything was going for me. I was walking with a straight face from the place where I had parked my car to the Cafe, when I noticed this guy walking on the other side of the sidewalk.

Yeahhh… he did notice me too and seemed to appreciatively glance me all over my way.

Ohhh la la !!! Wasn’t that moment spelling magic… It made me feel good. Good enough that it made me sashay just a tiny wee bit, giving my hips that extra swing to say , “yeahh…I got it going dude and I know it ”

His eyes were craving for more as I was caught up in trying to keep the sashaying going as I flashed him a shy smile . As I was trying to do both these things at the same time, projecting an aura of hotness with my demeanour… thud thud !!!!!!

What was it….???

Was my toe caught over in that bitching pair of sexy , thong styled, high heel sandals in the uneven sidewalk ??? As I pitched forward ungracefully , was I stumbling for a few feet and dropped my bag …as I watched my belongings spew out and roll on in a maze……

“Open the door Baby…wake up !!!!” ….I could hear Ma shout blatantly as I was shaken from my rosy short stint with ‘His’ dreams.

I still couldn’t forget ‘His’ face though…….

“Ek Ajnabi sa chehra …rehta hai meri nazar main !!!!!!!!!!!!!!...........” I try waking up, humming the sexy number

«  Uhhhh !!!!!! Kunal again                         ~```````~~```````~~~ like a whiff of oxygen…

Making my mornings sweet……………..the sweet nectar still flowing !!!!!

Thud !!! Thud !!! ….

My Ma’s incessant wake up calls fail, as I still lie cozily on my warm bed, recollecting his picture perfect, 440 watt , dimpled hot smile…….

As I recall, Ria’s sexual banter on phone last night ….

“He is too sexy....we smootched each other deeply

He is a Casanova Baby !!!…He has asked me to join a gym

What do I do…??? Tells me …I have no breasts”

Ria showed me his pics the other day. She is a plain Jane and met Kunal on this website.
I can’t seem to get over him though…

My mind is in a dillemma

“He is not mine…” I console myself while my other, evil self speaks…

“ No breasts ….hmmm????” …

“Come over here …dude !!!” ….I felt like whispering it softly in his big ears.

“I’ll make you go head over heels…This is something right up my alley”

Ria ‘s words seemed to have ignited some interest for him in me….may be a fire for his rapturous love

“Whatte mismatch !!!!!!!”…I thought

                               Ria is cool

                  but

                                K:u:n:a:l