My Friend meets Sunny Leone




‘Would you like to meet with Sunny Leone?’ I asked my friend over the telephone.



For a moment, there was silence, just like there’s a lull before the storm, and then he erupted in joy.



‘Are you serious?’ he asked.



‘I am damn well,’ I said.



‘Sure, I want to, wish to, it’s my dream,’ he gushed. ‘She’s my Dream Girl.’



‘She’s mine too,’ I said.



‘Tell me how can I meet her?’ he said, his voice getting dreamier.



‘Come over to my house in the evening,’ I said.



‘She’s coming to your house,’ he said, in a disbelieving tone.



‘She’s already there,’ I said caressing her head.  



‘What are you doing?’ he demanded. He sounded like a tusker in musth.    



‘I am caressing her,’ I said. ‘She is so sexy.’



‘I am coming right away,’ he said and disconnected.



In about an hour’s time, my doorbell rang and I went to open the door. He stood outside clad in a leather jacket and tight jeans and new shiny black shoes. His hair was made like a model’s and he smelt of perfume and after shave lotion.



‘Oh, you are all dressed up to meet Sunny,’ I said, ushering him inside.



He stepped in. I could hear his heart beat wildly. ‘Where is she?’ he whispered.



‘In my bedroom,’ I whispered.



He would have slumped to the ground if I had not caught him in time. ‘What happened?’ I asked surprised at his reaction.



‘She is…she is in your bedroom,’ he stuttered.



‘Yes, why, what’s the problem?’ I asked.



‘God damn it. Sunny Leone is in your bedroom,’ he said. His eyes glowed in anticipation. ‘You are a real Casanova, man. How the hell did you manage that?’



‘Not that big a deal,’ I replied. ‘She is quite submissive. It was easy.’



His eyes twinkled again. ‘What is she doing?’



‘She is sleeping. You see, she is tired.’



‘Tired?’ he looked at me strangely.



‘She didn’t sleep last night,’ I said.



‘And you?’



‘I too didn’t. She kept me awake.’



He rubbed his hands in glee. Then, he thumped me on the back. ‘Wow! That’s incredible.’



‘She too is incredible,’ I said. ‘Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go and bring her.’



I went inside the bedroom and lifted Sunny Leone in my arms. She crooned in delight. I kissed her on her mouth and said, ‘I’ll introduce you to my friend, baby.’



My friend rose from the sofa when he heard my footsteps. ‘Where’s Sunny?’



‘Here in my arms,’ I said.



‘But that’s a duckling,’ he said, the enthusiasm fading from his face.



‘She's my new pet. I call her Sunny Leone,’ I said laughing at his shocked expression.



-          NZ

24.9.2019

BN: 137      




















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