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#SexyTime Friday came quickly, didn’t it? Have you all been experiencing the wonder of coconut oil? Are you all looking at mustaches a bit differently? The Brown Knight has brought sexy back to the Indian male. And it’s here to stay. Please spread the word about to absolutely everybody you know. And as always, use coconut oil in moderation…


51 Shades of Brown, (BONUS) Excerpt #20 [Chapter 86]

Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba couldn’t believe how hard the kaka was hitting the fan.

On her very first day, no less.

Her lifelong dream of becoming a sultry flight attendant clad in a suggestive short skirt had been accomplished, yet she almost missed her very first flight, today of all days, due to a snafu at the Air India administrative office. For some reason, they were having difficulty fitting her first name on her official name tag, an absolute requirement according to her superiors. She offered the nickname of “Miley” but the corporate executives demanded her official name due to industry standards. Fortunately for Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba, a regional manager with roaming eyes had taken notice of her stunning appearance, and she was able to curry his favor and obtain a special-ordered name tag that fulfilled the prerequisite.

So she had run as breathlessly as she could. Through security, through the airport concourse & boarded the plane just in time to adjust her hair and hike up her miniskirt. And as she was speaking into the intercom describing the safety features of the aircraft, she saw him.

He was right there in front of her.

In flesh and blood.

How could she have missed the unmistakable aroma of coconut oil, cilantro & masala?

Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram sat in front row of the first class cabin, wearing a neatly-pressed designer suit. He paid close attention to her every movement & instruction, gently swaying his head from a side to side indicating his comprehension about an exit in the unlikely event of a water landing.

The whole flight she wanted to serve his every need. And she offered. Over and over.

Then, it all seemed to happen at once.

Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram had just successfully completed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on an ill elderly passenger in the tail section & was accepting, with humility, the blessings of the appreciative revived patient.

Suddenly, everything violently shook. The turbulence was so severe that Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba daydreamed about how fortuitous it would be if she could throw herself on the Brown Knight’s lap at this precise moment.

The airplane began to take a nosedive while the oxygen masks deployed from the overhead compartments due to a loss of cabin pressure. Yet Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram remained calm & unperturbed, despite the imminent calamity & sheer panic among those on board. The relaxed Brown Knight helped each and every passenger put on the oxygen masks as he made his way towards the nose of the plane where the moaning rookie flight attendant sat waiting.

As he approached the cockpit door, he could hear the sheer terror in the voices of the captain & first officer, both of whom were desperately yelling for the assistance of Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram.

But the door was jammed!

Oh, what else could go wrong?!” wondered Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba as the aircraft cascaded downwards towards the Indian Ocean below.

Yet, the Brown Knight didn’t even flinch. With purposeful, methodical movements he pushed three buttons on his smart watch, which accurately sprayed coconut oil along the door hinges. Due to the pressure of the coconut oil stream, droplets of the aphrodisiac lubricant sprayed backwards up the exposed legs of Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba and formed a pool on the upper portions of her inner thighs, as the Brown Knight took notice of this enticing collection, smiled, and used his Herculean strength to pry the entryway open.

As Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram regained control of the airplane, he commanded the pilot and his assistant to leave the area in order to offer privacy. The Brown Knight then turned to Dwipavatigajagaminijagadamba and whispered “Come…… to my…cock…….pit.”

As she closed the door behind her, she realized that her inaugural flight would also offer her membership to the exclusive Mile High Club.

Another dream of hers achieved…

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