Preity Randhawa
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Deep and passionate... is there any other way to be?
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The house that was never safe
There was a house. Not the kind people drive past and admire. Not the kind with warmth spilling out of windows at night. It stood like any other, but inside, the rules were different. The air was thick, brittle with the unspoken. The walls were too thin in some places, too thick in others. Doors slammed without reason. Voices rose without warning. And silence — that heavy, punishing kind — was sometimes worse than the noise.
By Preity Randhawa6 months ago in Humans
Nowhere to go
Sometimes discomfort just shows up. No warning, no cause you can clearly name. It’s just there — a heaviness, a hollow feeling, a quiet ache you can’t place. It settles in your chest, or behind your eyes, or in the way your thoughts start spiraling. It doesn’t matter where it lands. What matters is, it doesn’t leave.
By Preity Randhawa6 months ago in Humans
Involvement With A Married Man
Ok Ladies, So you're with a married man? But when he goes home to fuck his wife, is that classed as cheating? The first line was to catch your attention: however, I genuinely write this article - with no intention to harm anyone - just to warn you and (remind) you of the dangers of being with a married man.
By Preity Randhawa4 years ago in Confessions
Oral Stranger
The first night I saw him I never knew that the experience I would have with him – I would never forget in my whole life. Saturday night, mid-July, he was walking past – him with his friends, me with my friends. London Bridge. The night was young, just past 8pm, the sun was just setting and the breeze from the River Thames was caressing my hair ever so gently. He looked at me as if he knew me. He smiled at me as if he knew something I didn’t. I ignored him. I just wanted to dance tonight with my friends, no men.
By Preity Randhawa6 years ago in Filthy
Giving Into Him
All the ladies wanted him at work & I know he had even had his way with some of them, but he didn’t want those that wanted him. He wanted the good girls. He wanted me. I knew because I had been watching him for so many weeks. When he came to sit next to me at our office meeting, I felt the heat from his body as I tried to focus on what our Executive Director was saying. I felt his breath on my neck when he spoke. He knew before I knew that some part of me wanted him. But he also knew I wasn’t one to give in so easily. This man was class. But I knew he only wanted me because he wanted what he couldn’t have. That’s what drew him to me. Still he never tried too hard he knew when the time was right it would happen. He had already fucked 3 of the other women in the office who were drooling over him. I wonder what he had in him, I wasn’t about to find out. Or so I repeatedly told myself.
By Preity Randhawa6 years ago in Filthy
