" What's with your obsession with black lingerie ? , Shreya asks , a smile playing on her lips. " Everyone's got their kinky desires and I guess this is mine " , I say and slowly undress her.

It had been a hectic day at work and I wanted her so badly. I take off her T-shirt and slowly kiss her shoulder and work my way towards her neck. I breathe softly on the nape of her neck. She shudders.

She turns back and looks at me , her innocence consumed by desires. She kisses me. I kiss her back.

I struggle with her bra. She giggles and takes it off. " You always struggle with those " , She teases. " I don't know , I fumble when I'm excited " , I say and silence her with a kiss.

The lovemaking was wild. I lie back , exhausted and satisfied. She places her hands on my chest and starts tracing circles with her perfectly shaped long nails.

" Why don't you write nowadays ? " , She asks , " You used to spam my news feed with your write-ups. What happened ? ".
" I don't know , I don't feel like writing these days. Nothing inspiring I guess " , I reply.
" Don't tell me you're still not over her , She says , " It's been nearly three months ".
" 84 days "
" What ? "
" It's been 84 days since the break up " , I say.

" God , Move on already " , she says with a sigh. " You still think about her ? ".
" I'd be lying if I say that I don't. She still creeps up in my mind sometimes and drowns me in melancholy. But then I shut away those memories. Enough talking about her , You read those write-ups ? " , I ask.
" Yeah " , She says , " But most of them are sappy romances and clichéd garbage "

I laugh , " I know , but people love such stuff and it's easier to write them. All you've to do is find some romantic words , string them into sensuous sentences and you get a write-up that makes people feel happy "

I sit up and reach for the cigarette packet on the bedside table. I take one out , light it and take a long drag. She motions for it and I give it to her. She takes a puff.

So , what makes you write ? , what do you think of when you're inking your thoughts ? " , She asks.
" I think of her " , I say.
" You are a hopeless romantic , aren't you " , She teases.
" I was "
" So you aren't one right now ? " , she asks surprised.
" Nope , I mean look at us , we're friends..... "
" Friends ? " , She asks and raises an eyebrow.
" Okay " , I laugh , " Friends with benefits ". She punches my arm.

What was that for ? " , I ask.
" I don't know , I think my feelings got a bit hurt when you stated that we were fuck buddies " , She shot back.

That's what we are , aren't we ? , just two people who have sex with each other , with no commitments , with no fear to share our feelings or our bodies , a perfect no strings attached relationship with no fear of getting our emotions hurt. The perfect relationship " , I say. " Don't you agree ? "

Hmmm , if you put it that way , it seems okay , I guess I felt a little bit hurt when you objectified me , but that's what we are , aren't we ? , just objects to satiate each other's carnal desires ? , She asks.
" Yeah " , I say and take another puff.
" Dinner ? " , I ask.
" Yeah , I'm starving " , She says and puts on my shirt , ties her hair in a bun and orders Chinese takeout.
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I look at the phone. 2 AM. I turn to look at Shreya. She  is sound asleep. I climb up from the bed and make my way towards my desk. I take a pen and  paper. Tonight I write about Shreya.

KK