Cutpurse

Clarinet was being played in the temple. The Ungodly soul was engrossed in counting his earnings. Thereabout, he sensed his victim who was buying the flowers to offer God in temple. Pitching himself rightly, he was set to pick the pocket of his victim. He Uncovered his cutter and did his job. The Rake was rambunctious. Satisfaction was blinking on his face. Edacious fellow was blatantly thanking God for his earnings.

Blush

Being overwhelmed by nymphomania, she went closer. Looking in his eyes, her desire grew. Unclothing herself, she lied in his arms.  She blushed at his love byte. Harking back, she quivered as he skived.

Allure.

  A clatter made him look aside. Lost in their own world, he saw some young guys. Laughing off every tragedy and happiness with the alcohol they sipped. Under those smiles, he sensed the wrecked emotions. Right then, he was allured. Embosoming the worries, he walked ahead, maybe to get some alcohol or struggle with his life.