Hello, Dear Readers. I am Aayush, 30 years old (well, almost) and I live in Kolkata. Well, I work a decent job, and I’m staying alone right now. I have had a long relationship with someone. But that person was asexual, and hence, most of the sex I got was out of pity or very uncomfortable/non-intimate.
But that was the truth of my life. I have never been disloyal. Anyway, after my ex got married off by her parents due to caste differences, I was rather lonely. I did try swiping on Tinder or Bumble but the matches would never materialize.
Whenever I would feel something progressing, the other party would suddenly ghost. Then, I would lose interest. I was clear in my head that I needed someone who would match my sexual wavelength. So this was a few months ago when I had just come out of the relationship.
Being mentally traumatized, I had built up walls around me. It isn’t easy to believe for me now the kind of state of mind I had in those days. Sometimes, I would feel low and start crying. Sometimes, I would skip work and sleep all day. And sometimes, I would watch porn and touch myself to orgasm.
Yet I felt so guilty about even having an orgasm. I even went to therapy, and maybe that helped. Anyway, one day, when I was roaming around in Axis Mall, I bumped into one of my friends, Sonali Roy. I had met Sonali during a summer training program in Kolkata when we were in college.
We belonged to different colleges. But she sat with me in the program. We were allotted a common project in the training, so I developed a bond with her. She was more of a buddy. We could talk about life in general. I would encourage her as she was very talented.
After passing out of college, I got placed and I somehow lost contact with her. And here she was! In my city! After so many years. “Hey! Aayush!” She screamed when she saw me and came running to hug me. I felt so elated. I was meeting someone after so long who did not remind me of sad times.
“Hey, Sonali! Long time!” I said in a low tone, patting her back. She was there shopping for daily needs at Spencer’s on the ground floor of the mall. As she was alone, I suggested that I drop her. She agreed, and we sat in my car.
Conversations flowed about how life had been and what we were up to. I told her about my situation, and she consoled me. She said she was frustrated with her private job and was preparing for a government job. I told her that she would easily get one as she was damn talented.
She had appeared in an exam or two before. However due to workload, she had not been able to clear any, so she had become doubtful of her abilities. I reassured her and asked her if we could eat dinner together. She agreed, and we ate at a restaurant near her flat and then I dropped her home.
I came back home and was lying down to sleep. I realized what an awesome evening I had after so long. I wasn’t feeling anything romantic towards Sonali. I was just thankful to god for sending in a friend whom I could confide in and share all my woes.
I picked up my mobile and typed her a message: “Thanks, Sonali! I feel alive again.”
A few minutes later, she replied with “Always there for you, buddy,” and a hug emoji. I smiled and slept.
Days passed by, and we started chatting over WhatsApp. It was weird since I never called her. I felt more expressive when I texted her. Even she was more comfortable typing, I realized. So, chatting with her became a routine after dinner.
Sometimes, it would be the early hours of the morning the following day. Usually we never talked about relationships in general. I never asked her about her personal life, and neither did she. It was an unspoken arrangement and that’s what I loved about this.
One day, she suggested we play the “This or that?” game over text. She would ask me to choose one of two options, and then I would ask her. We began with things like “Tea or Coffee?” “Summer or Winter?” “Cars or Bikes?” etc.
After an hour or so into the game, I don’t know what prompted me, and I messaged, “Indian Porn or Foreign Porn?”
No reply came for a few minutes, and the blue tick showed that she had already read it. My heart was beating out of guilt. I felt I had gone a little overboard this time. I was cursing internally when suddenly my phone beeped: ” Indian” she had written. And a message later: “Yours?”
It was a strange feeling, friends. I had never asked a girl such a thing, but here I was discussing it with Sonali. I knew this conversation would lead us to expose our deepest, darkest secrets if not controlled. But maybe I was horny and lonely and maybe even desperate.
Whatever you call me, I replied, saying,” Mine is Indian too because it’s relatable, though the quality could be improved.” with a laughing emoji. She sent in a laughing emoji as well agreeing with the statement.
I decided to get more into it and asked her if she masturbated. I know this is a stupid question but given my past relationship, this was just as valid. She replied, “Oyee!” And angry emoji. For a moment, I thought that this was going to end there. And badly.
But then she messaged, “Everyone does buddhu!”
“Really?” I shot back.
“Yes!” She retorted. “But it is not as satisfying, I guess,” She added.
“True! It’s never satisfying!” I wrote with a sad emoji.
“Oye! Don’t get senti, yaar! It’s fine! All your desires will be satisfied by your wife,” She wrote back.
“I wont get married. I am out of that shit. But yeah, you get married soon so that you get your desires satisfied soon, miss!” I wrote back.
She went into eerie details. “I don’t know if guys really know how to satisfy a girl, Aayush. My elder cousin told me that her husband never went down on her. So I really don’t know.”
“Sad, Sonali! But don’t you worry! I will make sure your husband goes down on you so much that you have a river flowing out of you into his mouth. I will tell him,” I replied.
“Dude! That’s so kind of you, Aayush. You are so considerate. Your wife will be lucky,” She wrote!
“So will be your husband. And don’t worry, I will tell your husband to drink from your river, even if there are jungles around it. Just as I prefer,” I knew this was a bit too much. But in my heart, I had lost the difference between wrong and right. At this point, I was typing whatever I felt like.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind the jungles?” She asked.
“Really, Sonali, I would just go down on her and would, in fact, love it if she were hairy down there. I would breathe from between her thighs to inhale her smell and lick her all over her womanhood. That’s my fantasy, yaar.” I just blurted in a message.
“Thats! That’s hot!” she said.
“Are you masturbating?” I asked her blankly.
“No stupid,” She replied, probably lying, going by the time taken to reply to texts. I was aroused. But not yet masturbating. It was hard to control. Though it was giving me guilt, I couldn’t help but fantasize about Sonali. She wasn’t too tall. She was five feet one inch tall and had a very average body, to be honest.
But when I closed my eyes, I realized her breasts were full, and she had a nice cleavage. Her fair skin complemented her curves. Her shapely ass protruded when she stood in front of me on the mall escalator. I could not help but imagine her naked. I wished she had hair covering her soft wet pussy.
At that moment, I wanted to eat her up. I wanted to tell her to sit on my face so that she could orgasm hard just in my mouth as I would eat her out endlessly. My tongue wanted to feel the contours of her pussy lips, and I wanted her smell in my breath!
“Don’t lie,” I teased her some more. Then we decided it was enough and that we should sleep. I agreed and put my phone aside to sleep when suddenly her message came, “Listen, Dont Masturbate Too Much!” and a wink smiley!
This is the first part of a true story. If you like it, please hit me up at [email protected]. It will really motivate me to write this further.