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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.

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White Sheets

There was something so appropriate about hotel rooms. Non-committal. Sometimes adventurous, sometimes depressing. Bedsheets soiled by one only to be washed and reused by another. So many stories must be woven into its seams by now. Of lonely people. Of strange escapades. Of unions and partings.


What did I love about you? Was it love? I thought I loved you. But then again I know, I loved who I thought you were. Not who you really are. As much as I hate accepting it, I wish you really were that person I thought you would be. I wish you weren't so brutal.I wish you weren't "too hot-too cold".


I want my lips to be sure, in the darkest night, of the many paths that lead from the nape of your neck to the arch of your foot and every dip and turn that lies between

Across The Universe (Part 2)

Now that I look back I don’t even know why we separated. It was not as if we hadn’t been with other people, in our relationship. I had been seeing Mitchell for over a year now. But Trope … was just bad news.

Across The Universe (Part 1)

It takes a little getting used to you know to see that no one really cares. Some people continued eating throughout the whole fiasco while others just stared blankly. But I was still coming to terms with the fact that Terry had just shot me.

Beyond The Blub

I’ve got curves, you see. Call them love handles or whatever. But yeah, I’m sure I’ll turn into a sleek geek soon. Low carb, high fiber, low sugar, high water. I’ll do those 8 diets a day and turn into a hot hunk soon. Plus the fitness center – the tread mill, the machines whose names I don’t know, the hot gym instructor, the sauna and the pool next door – that’s inspiration enough to turn me into one gym-rat.

Control Be Damned

It begins in your hotel room. I don’t know why I have this fondness for them. I suspect it’s because they’re cut off from both our worlds and the familiarity that floods our senses every day. I like it because in my head, it becomes an island of our own. A clean slate where we can write just our memories without anyone else forcing their way into them. It’s a setting that ties our fantasies together.

Surf My Couch Or Crotch

The heat had tired our bodies out, but not our minds. Our conversations revolved around life in India and Singapore, our origins, being queer and also the effect of globalization on travel and tourism. His penchant for the Hindi language, Bollywood and the Muslim boys peeing outside the slums or in front of the local train tracks were enticing.

Kiss Me Already

Kiss me already, because you can’t stop leching at me Kiss me already, because you can’t keep your hands off me Kiss me already, because I need to stop fidgeting around

Tiny Story : What Is The Big Deal?

Across from her desk were the desks of Accountant Mr.Paramasivam and Steno Mrs.Susheela. “Good morning” smiled Paramasivam. “Good morning Ma’am! How are you?” Lakshmi smiled back.

Gaysi Girl

She introduced me to wonderful new things; In the hope that I would be distracted and start a new innings. But her witty and funny lines; Made her to me all the more divine

Wine, Wait, Those Moments…

“Just a few moments, wait, finish the wine” I tell myself. It is funny. After waiting for days and being patient, these moments of keeping my hands off you while you are right in front of me are unbearable. Your eyes are doing most of the talking while you’re trying to fill in a few sentences to break the silence.

I Don’t Think We Should Have Sex : Ashu

Ashu. Gaunt features, a fair skin that accentuated his eye-brows and uneven spread of facial hair, Peshwa ‘Bali’ on his left ear’s cartilage, some uneven teeth across luscious, yet sort of dry lips and a naturally sweet smile, earthy shades of color on the semi-Indian clothes he wore, simple white cotton undies. Ashu was an attractive bottom – to the extent, he wouldn’t even do anything during sex except kiss, so passive that the top would have to do all the hard ploughing.


Amidst all the noise, all the crowd and all that hypocrisy, I saw you and I saw a cigarette fall. Boys getting drunk, dirty dancing, sex on the floor. Fake smiles, fake body language, fake accents, fake laughs and fake opinions. All to get laid.

Blackberry Blues

My BB misses you so badly nowadays Cannot accept you’ve moved on to another phase My Gmail account feels no better Sad that you no longer wanna write it a letter

An Ode To If Only

If only my tears would dry a bit quicker My heart would surely cease to feel sicker The fear, the anguish, the pain and sighs Would wither away, perish, extinguish and die.

When Life Dies and Death Awakens…

I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t remember when I rolled on to my back. Or when my eyes opened. Or how long I had been watching the fan. Or how the rivers of sadness had carved their route from eyes to ears. A steady stream. Unceasing. I weakly asked the mind to build a dam, stop the flow. But the mind only listens to the strong. That is the law. “She doesn’t love you anymore....” I closed my eyes keeping the wetness within.

Something Like Love

No baby stay where you are We’ve come this way but only so far, This is where I draw the line And tread carefully so you stay on your side

Rules [Part III : Finale]

Shifting forward in her seat, Dee gave Jane enough room to wrap her legs around her. She then lifted Jane and moved so that she lay on the seat. Dee looked down at Jane fondly and brushed her hair out of her face, tracing her jaw with a finger. She bent down and kissed her, grinding into Jane. Jane matched her thrust for thrust and moan for moan. Grabbing Jane’s waist with both hands, Dee started to trace a line with her lips, starting from her neck, across her stomach and down to the waistband of Jane’s pants.
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