Sexual wellness expert Neil Dosanjh from Guptt.in suggests that sex isn’t the original sin, guilt is.
She carries burdens like flowers; says that scars are just rough kisses from the universe.
I kissed you under the mistletoe
Silently, secretly, afraid to let our cover blow
But we had to do it, it was Christmas time
I was yours and you were mine
Growing up as neighbours, we spent all of our time together: in school, in the evenings after, after dinner at either her house or mine.
I have no doubt that the moment I laid eyes on you; I felt a never-before experienced connection – a connection over which I had absolutely no control.
Out of the blue he quizzed, “Have you ever tasted an avocado?”. “Never… why do you ask?” I replied, amused by the question’s randomness.
People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.
To answer that question, what does it mean to be bisexual? Does it mean that I am confused? You see I’m one of those people who need his shit figured out.
In my room on the terrace,
I spend hours shifting in my self.
moving my breasts along my body,
adjusting my eye and putting it
near my lip.
I lean back, aiming for a better view. She is beautiful, in an unconventional sense.
It is so exciting to see the kink space finally gaining visibility in India, irrespective of these events been seen as “underground”.
Our conversation had lulled soon after she had told me about last September.
Normativity here is not simply about whom you are having sex with (man, woman, genderqueer, trans*, etc) but how you are having sex.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
Growing up, my ideas about friendship were formed as a result of watching endless reruns of the sitcom Friends, and my ideas of love and romance came from Shahrukh’s various onscreen avatars.
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
A clichéd plot with a wonderful presentation
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.