I heard his voice as I ran the tap water to wash my face. Not the voice I cherished—the one that promised me all his tomorrows—but the appeasing, ...soothing voice. The ass-kissing voice drifting through a closed door. I never wanted to hear that voice again. I knew as soon as he came back into the living room that he was going to ask me to leave—to give him time to smooth things over—with that same voice. That voice, only turned toward me. It made me sick. I didn’t speak. Just nodded. I’ll go. He. He gave me some extra welcome “sahib app kiyon preshan hoye phone kar dete main sab cd app ke ghar per le aata” and offered me cold drink and chocklet for my son. Each sip of the drink was forcing me to think the pains my wife must be getting now by this cd shop owner and his friends. I was nearly reaching to my house I saw that black car is dropping my wife in front my house. She is wearing man’s shirt and lungi with coutious speed she entered house. I took little more time to reach house to. Reading everyone’s cheating stories made me write my dark life story too. The stories I’ll share about my married aunty, perfectly real. It’s not fictional at all. I know it’s a sin; but who cares when it’s fun? :)I’m jasneet(name changed) from Delhi I’m still in my college and I’m living a really good life. I’m fucking my female friends from last 1-2 years. Ldkion ki kammi bilkul nhi hai muje and me boht sex krta hun. Relationships se dur hi rha hun or ye friends with benefits vaali life enjoy. ANOTHER EYEFULBeside the road,The peacock fansHis tail, full of eyesLike the sequinsOn my shemale gown.THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOUS PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my.