My Dirty Little Secrets

De: Sanjib Sinha

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Jacky had secretly fitted a spy camera inside his toilet pan to watch his lady guests peeing. He had used a costly computer for that sick purpose only.
What an irony! Jacky had recovered a laptop that had been used only for watching pornography.
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Sarika could not remember any face. She could have described his dangling dick vividly. She got so excited to think that she was going to ride that dick again.
She missed the chance forever. She sighed. They thought Sarika was still in fear of death.
When she reached Bandra, waiting for Sarab Mehta, she felt so horny. Now the fear of death made her desperate. She crossed her legs, uncrossed it. If they were not here, she would have tried her mobile vibrator to reach a quick orgasm.
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A tall, beautiful girl burst in hurriedly and looked out for someone. She glanced around the room. There was something in her appearance that made the difference. She came in with an air of confidence that usually a well dressed, good-looking woman had. Male heads turned to watch her as she was searching for them. She was around thirty.
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She tried to turn back but couldn’t. Two strong muscular hands had already gripped her throat in a way she didn’t utter a sound.
It didn’t take much time.
She swished her hands frantically to get rid of the deathly clutch. But the attacker was much stronger than her.
Her lifeless body fell silently under a huge banyan tree.
Her pricey wristwatch, the gift from Rajat, was lying beside as wrist-band was pulled apart while she was trying to resist.
It was still showing the time of death – eleven thirty-two. The impact of struggle made it stop forever for her.
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And there is lot more to come. A hard-boiled, chilling erotic thriller.