Friday, January 06, 2017

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 6 (1/1/2017)

31st December, 7 PM. Like every year he was busy discovering new girls at a pub. Playing with women's heart was his favourite hobby. His eyes never failed to locate hot girls. 
"Hey, baby! your place or mine?" He enquired a gorgeous damsel. 
"Of course mine! Room 349 at La'Meridian. 11.30 PM," she said and left.
Having reached  La'Merdian at 11.30, he stood perplexed as he saw the keys on the door of Room 349. 
After 5 minutes, he opened the door and saw police officers raising guns at him.
"Where is the Black money?" 
The gorgeous damsel was an income tax officer.



Written as a part of #FridayFotoFiction

Read  One Night Stands from the previous years.
1. One Night Stand on 1/1/2009 - The guy and the innocent girl
2. One Night Stand on 1/1/2010 - The guy and the fiery girl
3. One Night Stand on 1/1/2011 -  The guy and a random girl
4. One Night Stand on 1/1/2012 - The guy and the other girl
5. One Night Stand on 1/1/2013 - The guy and the hot girl


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Saturday, January 19, 2013

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 5 - 1/1/2013

 Disclaimer - Strictly FICTION,EROTICA ALERT!!

It is 31st December, the last day of the year. This is the day when people attend churches for the last day mass so that the New Year brings them luck. You see youngster’s, especially flamboyant guys dancing with semi clad girls at local clubs. This is the day where you find police strolling on streets every hour to prevent heinous crimes. You get to see lust, love, kisses and sex. Caste no bar. He doesn't cares for any religion or community. He changes girls like his trousers. He sleeps with different girls every night. Poor girls fail to see the fiend in him. He doesn't believe in the concept of marriage. He is nameless; doesn't prefer to reveal his identity. He changes his names just like he changes girls, every night - Tarun, Ramanujan, Niketan, David, Paramjeet and the list goes on.
"Where are we going?" she asks him, giving him a naughty look.
"To the place where love resides," he replies her.

She hardly knows him. One day they both meet each other as strangers and cupid smiled at them. Cupid doesn't strike his arrow on his heart, for he knows -his heart was filled with one million girls, their hopes that reside on his beating monster. 
They both walk upstairs of Hotel Le Marine at 12.25 AM, the time when people don't cease to get tired dancing all night. He smiles at her as he opens the door of Room Num 349. He pulls her in and rushes to the bathroom to get fresh. Meanwhile, she dances around the bedroom as her eye wildly scans the architecture of the hotel room. She is amazed and looks at the wallpapers of the hotel room. She touches the wall and writes her name with her fingers. It’s the first time she has ever visited a hotel room. She hails from a middle class family, a daughter of a Contractor. He gets refreshed   and looks at her as she lies on the bed. She gets up as soon as he observes her from the bathroom.  He leans against the wall and stares at her. She is sitting in Indian style, her tender legs neatly folded and fingers drawing patterns on the silk bed sheet. She is wearing a western outfit, a tight sleeveless top and equally tight jeans. Her tight sleeveless top is so tight that her nipples are viewable. He leers at her and he learns about her nervousness. She still remains firm on the bed like an obedient school going girl. She thinks he is going to preach philosophy. He unzips his backpack and removes a video camera, a Sony Cyber shot.
"Yours," she asks him.
"Yes."
"I got it as a Diwali gift from my millionaire grandfather," he smiles at her.


Her phone rings. "Maa," she says and continues, "Shh!" she gestures him.
He nods his head and checks his Sony Cyber shot.
"Maa, ammi bondhu der saathe bahire achi.Tumi chinta koro naah," she says to her Mother.
"Hmm, thikachey," she replies.
"Maa amar bishwas koro," she argues with her mother.
"Hmm, achha thikachey." Her face turns serious and ashen.
"Ammi ekhon aar choto neyi,pore kotha bolbo," she slams her phone on the bed in anger.
Her parents live in Bhilai. She works in St George's hospital as an assistant nurse.
"You seem angry," he asks her, fidgeting his camera.
"She advises me. I am not a school kid," she tells him.
"I know what’s right and wrong," she says. Tears well on her eyes; he stretches his hand to wipe the incessant tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, Niketina," he consoles her. 
"Hmm," she stifles a sigh and washes her face. She comes back from the bathroom, neatly wipes her face with the towel.
"Can I turn off the fan?" she asks him. "It’s too cold," she tells him.
"Sure, you do that," he agrees.
She sits on the bed in Indian style, this time like a grown up girl.
"Make yourself comfortable, sweetie!" he tells her.
"Yes, this tight jeans!" she says him, pointing her jeans.
"What?" he asks.  "It hurts me," she tells. She bends forward and stretches her arms to take the water jug. This act reveals her black bra and her pink nipples peeping out of it. He wants to capture this view on his camera, but refrains. She asks him to pass her the thumbler. She carefully transfers the water from the jug to the thumbler and sips it.
"What do you think about me?" he asks her.
"You are nice," she says, earnestly.
"Hmm."
She should have spoken to the million girls who shared his bed every other night. The innocent Piyali’s, ferocious Misbah’s, obedient Parizad's, Tomboyish Marissa's, Religious Deepali's and Stone hearted Tanpreet's. The taciturn Niketina seems to be the latest entrant in his never ending list.

He turns on his Cyber shot and raises in front of her as if he is going to interview her. He looks at her through the video camera. "What is your name?" he asks, recording her every activity.
"You know na," she mumbles.
"Tell na.”
“I want to hear it one more time,” he jeers.
"Niketina," she smiles as he shoots her video.
"I love your name," he mutters.
He touches her sleeveless top with his right hand holding the video cam. She seems resilient, removes his hand and winks at him. He captures her, when she brushes her strides away as they irk her, trying to reach her eyes.
"You are a naughty boy," she laughs.
"Even the other girls say that," he winks. 
"Which other girls?" 
"Tell, Tell," she pesters him.
"I was just kidding," he sneers. He tries to reach her cuppy curves, shielded by her black bra. He jabs it with his fingers. She shudders. "Shh!" she gestures. She feels a chill running down her spine.
She lies next to him. "Show me," he asks, his video shoots her every action.
"Chi...no ways." She turns serious. She seems to be a rebel, a defiant girl who never gives up easily. He cajoles her, tries his best. He is a charmer, who mastered the art of seducing girls.  Finally, she succumbs but asks him to shut off his camera.  
He nods his head and places his camera over the tea poy. He humps over her. She shuts her eyes and giggles. He unbuttons her jeans and tries his best to pull it down. He feels jubilant as he removes her jeans. He neatly folds it and places it on the table.
"Your legs smell fresh," he says as he licks her right toe. He writes "N" on her sole and she moves her legs aside. He moves up, removes her tight sleeveless top and smiles at her. "You look like the FTV girl," he winks.
"How Cheap!" 
"I was kidding," he says and smiles at her. She now lies on the bed with her naked legs crossed. She reveals her black bra and her lacy panties.
"The fragrance of a woman drags me." He moves closer to her. She sleeps , her body outstretched and flat on her stomach, revealing her huge tight buttocks. She tilts her face as he moves close to her.

"Feeling Sleepy?" he casually asks her. "No...Never," she responds back. He runs her fingers wildly on her back like a thirsty man walking on a desert. He stops, when is fingers reach the bra line. He unhooks her black bra and kisses her back.
"I wish I could draw a beautiful   painting on this brown canvas," he whispers onto her ears. 
"Then draw," she replies him.
"Guess what I am writing," he says and his fingers run over her back. He writes on the brown canvas as he promised her.
"Niketina, I love you," he writes on her back.
"Tell me what I wrote," 
"Niketina, I love you." She says, smiling at him. With a swift of a second, he moves down and pulls off her lacy underwear. She lies on the bed like a new born baby. She closes her eyes and covers her face with her soft hand. She now sleeps facing the ceiling exhibiting her succulent breasts. Her enormous breasts, full, round, soft, tender, succulent, was ready to explode its secret energy.
"Randhir!" she says as he licks her nipples, which turned hard by then. He licks her around the perimeter of her pink nipples, a pearl in the ocean. He gropes her breasts infact tries to hold her. He curses himself as all his attempts to hold her breasts turn futile. He realizes that they were too large for her age. She completely undresses him as he lolls on the bed revealing his entire body. Her eyes soon touch his lips; his lips kiss hers. He nuzzles her nose with his and butts his head with hers.
"Ouch!" she exclaims.
He licks her succulent breasts before his eyes scrutinize her vagina. "Virgin girl!" he sighs.
"I love the smell," he says to her to which she smiles. He is amazed how clean and hygienic she was. The sight of her clean, neatly shaved pubis gave him the clue. She shivers. 
"That’s clitora." His index finger touches the rim of her vagina.
"I learned Biology in class 12th," he laughs as she allows him to touch her private. He inserts his finger inside as his other hand holds her flang. Soon, she is scared at the sight of the mighty tiger ready to exploit the closed, dark cave. "It’s going to be a brutal assault," she thinks, frightened and nervous. The tiger protests at the view of the closed cave. It tries hard, harder and ever more harder. The ferocious tiger had roared and explored many such caves before. The tiger roars and finally it makes way into the cave. The girl screeches and screams. 
“Please go slow!” she requests.
“It hurts me,” she pleads "Shh!" he warns her.
The tiger steps into the cave and there is deafening silence for a moment. The girl could feel his sweats on her luscious breasts. She holds him tight and spreads her legs to facilitate the ferocious tiger. The tiger makes entry into the cave and starts his hunt. He faces enormous challenges as he treads through the dark cave. He fears, moves in and out of the cave. He hears long moans and pauses; throbbing heart beats and feels the gush of blood through her veins. She bites her lips as the tiger treads through the cave.
"God save me!" she cries. He covers her mouth with his hand. The tiger roars inside the dark cave. It soon gets tired and makes a silent exit. He comes out ceremoniously, jubilant with a loud roar. There was a long silence that marked the victory of the rebel tiger. Its haughty approach, feeling of pride is visible as it inaugurated the dark cave before any other Tiger could. He soon kisses her entire body, everywhere leaving no place behind. He starts with her eyes, nape, her spine line, her thighs and her calf. There is complete moment of bliss.
He soon gets up, stands like a naked chivalrous knight,his shaft swinging like the pendulum of a clock. He places his hands on his hips and invites her.
"No, no way," she hesitates. Finally, she surrenders and goes to him. This time, it was her assault on the roaring tiger, to take revenge and exploit it. She bends down and kisses his tool tip, her lips lick his prepuce.
"Cut!" The director said.
"It’s fucking crazy to be a porn director," Markus Luther, a prominent name in the American adult film industry laughed.
"One Night Stand is going to be a fucking hot porn movie in the history of Indian Porn Industry," he tittered.
"Great shot Harshika and Gotham," he thanked the actors. The girl still stares at the monster tiger and sneers. The tiger acknowledges back with a roar and dares for the second assault. Harshika and Gotham exchange their phone numbers; they get dressed up and vacate the room.
“It’s still hurting me,” she winked at him.
“Your place or mine,” he winked back at her and they laughed.


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Saturday, January 07, 2012

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 4 (1/1/2012)

One Night Stand Post actually marks my blogging activities every year.My blogging year starts with the ONS posts.
Read the previous parts,
and now I present you 1/1/2012 - ONS - The Man & his changed girl

Monday ->Piyali.
Tuesday->Misbah
Wednesday->Parizad
Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet
Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls every night.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.


"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.


"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.
"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.
He held her close to his body.He caressed her hairs and started kissing her nape voraciously.It was a dark night and the place seemed to be deserted as most of the people were busy enjoying the New Year.He grabbed her firmly and made love with her.
The morning sun shone brightly and brilliantly through the bedroom window. He got up and smiled at her.

'Thanks for the night babe,' He said.
She smiled back at him.

'So did you like it?,' He curiously asked her.

'Yes, I loved it,' She blushed.

'It was my first sex after my gender sex change operation and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it,' She smiled.

He was bewildered and could not accept the fact that he actually slept with a shemale.



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Sunday, February 06, 2011

229.One Night stand on a new year night 3 (1/1/2011)

click to read part 1 and part 2 of the one night stand series which  starts my blogging year ;)

Monday ->Piyali.
Tuesday->Misbah
Wednesday->Parizad
Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't cared for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls everynight.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was  a kind of flirt who never ceased to impress young girls.He never followed the concept of marriage.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.

He held her tightly on his arms.The world was busy celebrating the new year and they both were stranded alone in a dark room.
He moved closer to her and she moved away from him.Little she knew that she was going to lose her virginity.The innocent girl was grabbed firmly by the rogue.He tickled her.He kissed her alluring cheeks.Soon later ,their lips locked.She gave him everything , her body and soul.He caressed her long hair and kissed her nape.He got what he was looking for.

The next morning .She was lying on the bed with no clothes .He got dressed up.He was about to leave.

"Where are you going?," she asked him with a gentle smile .

"Why leaving me alone?" she asked.

He removed his wallet and throwed 10 hundred currency notes at her face.

"Thanks for the night babe ," he left.

It was a brand new year and she was lying on the bed thinking of the guy who just betrayed her.It was indeed a bad start to a new year....

"Bas kya Sahab," she shouted at him.
"What !!," he was bewildered to see her getting dressed up.Most of the girls who fell prey to him often used to weep  and this reply from the girl made him change his perceptions.

"Sirf 1000 se mera kya hoga Sahab, 500 jyada do na," she winked.

This made him realize that she was a different breed of girl whom he picked up this year. In 2009,he ravished a poor innocent Indian middle class girl who ultimately went on to commit suicide because of this beasts cruel activity.In 2010,he selected a fashionable girl from a metro city who clearly understood his intentions and taught him a good lesson.And this year ,he met a beautiful face wearing a mask which meant something else.

Monday, January 04, 2010

189.One Night stand on a New Year Night! - 2


Monday ->Piyali.
Tuesday->Misbah
Wednesday->Parizad
Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls everynight.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.
"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.

He held her tightly on his arms.The world was busy celebrating the new year and they both were stranded alone in a dark room.
He moved closer to her and she moved away from him
"What are hell are you going to do to me?," She said with a straight face
"I'm going to show you heaven," He tried to kiss her.

He tickled her.He kissed her alluring cheeks.The girl kissed him back.But by then she clearly understood his intentions and stayed away from him.

"I love you," He said.
"Oh is it! do you really love me or my body ,"she said.

"You're a bloody asshole,fucking loser ," she said.
He strangled her and grabbed her firmly as if he was going to rape her at midnight. She kicked him hard and ran away.

"I may not be the same whom you were looking for and I know what you did to that girl last year, you fucking loser," She said and left the place.

He sat on the bed and her words remind her of the innocent girl with whom he played one year ago the same night.
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You can read it here
It was not a feminist post to be honest.It was actually a straight forward post of things happening in Urban cities and I wanted to share it with my readers.I was amazed by the way few people commented.I'm going to paste few of them.But before doing that you've to read the previous post which was written on 1st Jan 2009.
Comments on that post
1.Neha said...

The girl should hunt him down and kick his Fu***ng ass!! And then make him incapable of doing anything to any girl (or guy) any time!!

What a loser!!! Fu***ng chu**** saala!!! It's because of such bas***** that the whole male clan gets a bad name!!

PS: I am NOT a feminist!!!

2.mona said...

God, Stephen.. that was such a shocking and hard-hitting post!!

I don't know what to say.. I believe the girl should really teach the boy a lesson... if she leaves him he will go on ruining more lives... and most importantly not feel guilty about it herself.. mostly girls are so busy cursing themselves that they drown into pools of guilt and end up spoiling their own lives...

Reality is too gruesome to accept sometimes... truly!!!

3.Aarthi said...

Bad post..no doubt!! :x

And as far as my view is concerned, i think the girl should never forgive him..she has to teach him a lesson.. real hard kick on his DI**!!(
Sorry guys for using such words..)

But i think for such bastards.."TO BE HANGED TO DEATH" is the punishment!!

And Ste, once again, a very bad post for a brand new year!

4.Shruti said...

hmmm...on the contrary.. I liked it!! It happens everywhere and every year!!

Well, in the first place, that girl shouldn't have gone with him if she didn't know him that well!!
And otherwise..the girl should make sure that that son of a bi*** is raped by gays in the middle of another new year party...

5.joiedevivre said...

its an open end..or i shud say d hard reality of what we call as life...

6.**ThE SiLeNt SouL** said...

Ste..nice 1. Nt at all awful, but jostling.......to the core. Ppl lk dat guy shud b packed in their own pride and thrown in d waste of their money...

Good post. No issues abt the starting of a new year...even i have smthng kinda on d negatv frnt(BUT REALITY) on my page...but thats fine ....

7.Rashi V said...

I agree with all said above... Just teach him a lesson and forget him! A different girl every night? How about no girl ever?

Waiting for your feedbacks..

Till next time.

~TSW~

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

One Night Stand on a New Year Night!!


Monday ->Piyali.
Tuesday->Misbah
Wednesday->Parizad
Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't cared for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls everynight.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.

He held her tightly on his arms.The world was busy celebrating the new year and they both were stranded alone in a dark room.
He moved closer to her and she moved away from him.Little she knew that she was going to lose her virginity.The innocent girl was grabbed firmly by the rogue.He tickled her.He kissed her alluring cheeks.Soon later ,their lips locked.She gave him everything , her body and soul.He caressed her long hair and kissed her nape.He got what he was looking for.

The next morning .She was lying on the bed with no clothes .He got dressed up.He was about to leave.

"Where are you going?," she asked him with a gentle smile .

"Why leaving me alone?" she asked.

He removed his wallet and throwed 10 hundred currency notes at her face.

"Thanks for the night babe ," he left.

It was a brand new year and she was lying on the bed thinking of the guy who just betrayed her.It was indeed a bad start to a new year....