TRUE LOVE OH BABY TRUE LOVE
By Ashok Rajamani
Lakhan knew he wasn't supposed to fall for monsters anymore. Well, not since that embarrassing incident of 1987, at least. But he couldn't help lusting after the one in front of him. The beast was, he believed, obviously male, although there was no discernable bulge. He was lusciously dark, the result of deep-chocolatey South Indian genetics, with, of course, long hours toiling in the hot Indian sun, Lakhan assumed. His face was as delicious as his build, with full lips and wide-set black eyes framed by thick charcoal eyebrows. His nine arms were muscular, sexier than the arms of any two-armed man. The horned tail was to die for. With his lengthy nose and prominent chin, both geometric in their sharpness, the beast's face was as angled as Lakhan’s was round.
Lakhan’s intense desire for his object of lust stopped abruptly when his object of lust charged towards him, his claws stabbing, his mouth drooling, growling and roaring.
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Ashok Rajamani is a writer and artist residing in New York City. He is a member of the Authors Guild, New York Writers Coalition, and South Asian Journalists Association. His memoir, "BRAIN KARMA," will be published by Algonquin Books in 2011. For more information: www.ashokrajamani.com.
By Ashok Rajamani
Lakhan knew he wasn't supposed to fall for monsters anymore. Well, not since that embarrassing incident of 1987, at least. But he couldn't help lusting after the one in front of him. The beast was, he believed, obviously male, although there was no discernable bulge. He was lusciously dark, the result of deep-chocolatey South Indian genetics, with, of course, long hours toiling in the hot Indian sun, Lakhan assumed. His face was as delicious as his build, with full lips and wide-set black eyes framed by thick charcoal eyebrows. His nine arms were muscular, sexier than the arms of any two-armed man. The horned tail was to die for. With his lengthy nose and prominent chin, both geometric in their sharpness, the beast's face was as angled as Lakhan’s was round.
Lakhan’s intense desire for his object of lust stopped abruptly when his object of lust charged towards him, his claws stabbing, his mouth drooling, growling and roaring.
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Ashok Rajamani is a writer and artist residing in New York City. He is a member of the Authors Guild, New York Writers Coalition, and South Asian Journalists Association. His memoir, "BRAIN KARMA," will be published by Algonquin Books in 2011. For more information: www.ashokrajamani.com.
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