Nocturnal Excursion to Kikila

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Dark hour already has its turn up on a routine when we drove off for the revelry. The night was supposed to be bright with twinkling stars and flashy moon but timidly had their visages concealed behind foggy sky casting a vast shadow over the place. Dimmed, but most splendid moment was the silent night with huge twin folk lights set alight and replenished Red Panda in hands constantly sipped and quaffed, and lips inevitably tuned to rib-tickling gibberish. Kuenga sir, as usual, relentless with his erotic comicality but fits of laughter he had us on and that was sporadic joie de vivre he put us through. On other hand, like the sound of vessel goes flat as it gets filled, Sonam turned dumb as she gradually emptied the bottle but cute little smile kept sparkling on her countenance shaping her pinky cheeks into exquisite chubbiness which left Kuenga sir enamored (LOL). In contrary, Kezang, usually timid in nature, lost her real sense and vociferously so frenetic she was turned into with every nip of red panda, and there revealed her hidden talent  singing at her top voice. Unlike the two, drunk as the lord but imperceptible, Dechen is appreciated for her imperviousness no matter how huge the quantity she gulp (but fortunately she didn’t weep that moment that she often does when she gets blotto).
Enjoyment was at peak and Kikila in its fine convivial disposition, I was too high in the festivity with them. Amatory nature I displayed, sensually talkative and shameless, the discourse digressed not an inch away from eroticism. Gladly, all of us are of same feathered birds…. There was then passing and dribbling of ball on the hill in dim rays of light which otherwise might be perceived as psychopathic act in the eyes of by-passers (but it was a whale of a time for us and the life so full of excitement). Somewhat imbalance, wobbling and tumbling off, the play was no lesser pleasure than the world-cup. After hours of cheerful moment, with gradual revival out of the state of intoxication, skin could feel the chilling touch of breeze so we hit the road back but to the place swamped with hundreds of people to witness nude men in the act of religious flourishment. Of course, the nude dance was for all, but more pleasure, I believe, women must have derived of it while watching comparative variety of dangling masculine erogenous part (… Ha Ha…. Sorry about the erotic words) but I did enjoy too as much as my three female friends did. That was hell of a thing I have never seen before and it was so much of fun to witness.

Night was wonderful and my heart was replete with enormous joy which led me into peaceful slumber for the rest of the night. Pleasure sure was for all of us but my heartiest gratitude to those people in my companionship, particularly Kuenga sir, for the night worth spent. 

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