For Those Who Kiss But Can't Tell

As scribes experience.

- Dr Prempal Singh

One sweet sugar babe was recounting the men she loved and who loved her. She might have been adored, loved and pursued by those who could be written about in history books, but “no kiss and tell” lassie she.

Our gal enjoyed the heat of Mumbai and decided to ask her favourite boyfriend, a man of insatiable appetite for the opposite sex, to tell her his greatest moments. “Please, you love women so much, tell me your experiences,” she asked this pasha of pleasure. “After making love with a woman like you, this is all I want,” he said, nibbling her ear. Being a man of action, he lost no momentum in speech, as he concentrated on other parts of her body, rubbing her inner thigh, caressing her back and finally the scribe swooned into a stupor of what it meant for a man to love a woman.

Remembering all the famed kissand-tell ladies who made packets revealing politicians’ kinky sex habits (London’s Christine Keeler), Pamela Border’s money-making faux pas and others reaping in fame and fortune, our intrepid interviewer decided to go to a man, whose exploits would fill many volumes of a book. Often, this exuberant playboy of the eastern world mentioned that he would like to write a memoir – with all identities protected, he said, or half the married women of Mumbai would have to leave town, commit suttee or do something drastic.

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