Yes, you read that right. She was friendly, she was open-minded, she was interesting.She smiled as she started. My desi I could sense something odd from her body language. A heavy sleeper, I am a 24-year-old, 5’9″ tall, dusky in complexion and a proud owner of a textile mill here in Ahmadabad which I have inherited from my father working in this field for the past 40 years.All of this started about 2 years ago. “I had a someone when I was 19, it was fun and games until I stopped having sex with him. As she smelled the tar on the butt of the cigarette, she turned her face away.“Just one drag”, I asserted as I pulled her a bit closer holding her by her waist.She stared deep in my eyes, a little bit angry, feeling my hand but then took one puff and started coughing.“Again”, I asserted, my hand still on her waist and she inhaled it this time.Quickly realizing the position of my hand, I pulled it away, apologizing and leaving her wondering about my touch
