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Hi readers, this is Arvind from Chennai. I am 26. I don’t wish to tell the usual figure sizes or the origin of the story as it is usually done. All I could assure you all wonderful readers is that the story is unique and ‘hand’ worthy. I am going to write this in parts, as I have got a lot to tell.
I am from a family with a strict mother and a cool father with a sister who has settled abroad. I work in Chennai, apart from my hometown which is Coimbatore. I am that type of guy who would really get wild on getting to know about the abuse of women.
Just because I endorse feminism I don’t agree on ‘sex’ being alienated. Sex is the other starvation. I have starved for sex like any other Indian guy who masturbates till you find one woman to fuck their brains out. Yet don’t misuse ‘love’ or ‘relationship’.
With this mindset, I usually use this common chatroom which holds multiple city rooms. I usually go with ‘Tamil’ room and ‘Chennai’ room to try my luck. You know, it is very hard to find a sane person in such rooms. If you find something genuine, then it is a guy.
If you find a woman, then it is an asshole in a woman id. Still, if you find a woman, it’s a trans guy. If you still find a woman, she wouldn’t share her Gmail id. Omg, if you still find a woman, it’s rare finding one ‘woman’ who is sensible and rational. I found one!
There goes the conversation, after pinging so many nicknames, so many offlines after a good start in conversation, I found this one. The angel of my dreams.
Me: Hi, asl? (I know this is one irritable question, the woman wouldn’t respond, but c’ mon, I gave a break for myself)
Her: Asl?
Me: Age, sex, location?
Her: Stupidaana kelvi, (the question is stupid) I am from Chennai.
Me: Ahem. Okay (I got offended)
Her: Ok sorry, there are a lot of pings here. Can you give me your Gmail?
Me: Wow!
Guys this is true, she did ask my id first. When I was thinking about how to talk to her, make her know that I am genuine. I didn’t misuse or pursue her for her number. Because I know that I am afraid to share my number. When she asked my id, I felt ‘wow’.
In hangouts:
Me: Hey!
Her: Hi Da! How do you use such sites? It’s disgusting, some nicks.
Me: I wonder how you trust me so much in the first place!
Her: yeah, but I found your Nick – ‘iruvizhi unathu’. I love that song and I felt something genuine in it. So asked your id.
Me: Hmmm. I am not genuine, this is a fake id.
Her: Yeah obviously I know, who shares personal ids there?
(Again wow! I thought she is going to be offended for not sharing the original ID. Man, she is the one which I can put all my efforts.)
Ok, here it goes. As we continued I made it as genuine as possible and gave her answers about myself which are not fake. I told her some information I can’t share. Because I was so insecure and so was she. We get to know each other. She is a married woman with a kid who just started going to school.
Her husband works for a power plant in Erode. Her name is Ashwini. We continued our chat for the first day while me being at work. I was sneaking to hangouts all day and she is at home getting time for me between her chores. Her husband comes once a week.
I admired her sensibility. She was an angel. She already genuinely cared about what I ate, even before knowing my work and intentions. After knowing about each of us, I was still hesitant to break the ice. Because I didn’t want to miss a woman like that.
Sex is something that I need later. First is the starving for a proper conversation. So this is how I broke the ice. The chat which could make you use your hands. Sorry if I bored too much already.
Me: So appram? (So then?)
Her: Ennada? (What is it ?)
Me: Onum ila (Nothing.)
Her: Enanu sollu? Is it something? (What is it?)
Me: Enna wink lam? (Why do you use wink smiley)
Her: Nothing, just hoped if you will break the ice on the actual part of our purpose.
Me: Haha, what’s the actual purpose? Why are you talking like a saint?
Her: Ok.
Me: Ok, sorry. I wish to have you.
Her: WTF!
(Just had all the heart explode, that I messed up, that I am stupid. I could feel the heat in my head)
Me: Sorry!
Her: Hahahaha!
Me: Puzzled di. Are you mad?
Her: Why should I be mad?
Me: You aren’t?
Her: Yeah, I just loved the way you told, I would like to have you. I was nice to hear.
Me: Hehe.
She: Hmm, desperate aren’t we?
Me: Yes, everyone is. But how they show it or express is what matters.
She: You know what?
Me: Ennade?
She: I like you so much. And I trust you.
Me: How come?
She: You are not explicit. You are from a good background I guess. I guess you won’t pester me for my number.
Me: Haha, so you think?
She: So I think what?
Me: We can do it?
She: Cha no.
I was disappointed with this. I thought this is some other woman who would have the option of just getting high over chats and be done with it.
Me: Ok.
She: Ok listen, we can do it, give me two days time to talk.
Me: (again an unexpected message) You are just unpredictable di! Love you.
Her: I don’t find it acceptable. We just started talking in the morning. I could already feel your kiss, that little smiley.
Me: Me too, never found one sensible woman.
She: That’s the only compliment?
Me: Only when I can see you, I can give a proper compliment.
She: Smart, ok, no face, ok?
I got ready in the office. I rushed to the restroom, unzipped my pants, kept the cam towards the wall. I was already semi-hard.
She: Call me.
Me: Yeah
Ok let me describe this, I didn’t even touch my dick. Yet it got flushing hard. She showed her neck and her cleavage. It was a black t-shirt top. Presenting her curves. The best shape I have seen so far. As she was walking, the little tremors shaking her cleavage made me hard.
My other hand without the phone started stroking already. She cut the call.
Her: Pothuma da? (Is it enough?)
Me: (halfway through stroking) Wait.
Her: Haha enada panre? (Haha what are you doing there?)
Me: Guess?
Her: Can I help?
There I cummed. That little text. I cummed hard.
Me: Fuck you di? Just fuck you. You make me crazy now.
She: Hmm. I need it too!
Me: I am fucking ready. I cannot procrastinate.
She: Wouldn’t you give me time? I wanna know if I am not taking this decision because of the heat of the moment.
Me: I get it.
She: Disappointed? Ok. Let me tell you, any conversation till you reach my place, is only in Hangouts. No numbers. Is that ok?
Me: I agree. But when?
She: Tomorrow night?
Me: But why do you trust me so much?
She: Sila moonjingala parthalae theriyum. (You know when you see some faces.)
Me: Moonji parthutta! Vera edadu parkanuma? (You saw my face, you wanna see something else?)
Her: I wanna sleep with you, cuddle, I wanna make out very hard da. I am also starving.
Me: Yes. How to pass this day to tomorrow?
I rushed back home from the office. She had told she would come online at 8 am after she sends her kid to school. I came back home hoping to have it, the best thing I can do, the best thing I want. I trimmed my hairs. I slept well. I took leave. I woke up at 7.30. And opened Hangouts. She had left a message at 5.30 am.
Her: I am with a war with myself. I cannot decide da. (5:30 am)
Her: Can I take some time? (5:45 am)
Her: I wish it too much yet I am afraid. (6.25 am)
Her: I don’t know, I want you too but. (7.30 am)
Me: Ahem.
Her: fuck it! I want it. I have shared the location. Come to my home, block 3, apartment number …, … apartments. I will keep the door open, just come in and close the door. Ping when you have parked your bike.
Me: I am on the way.
I rushed towards the location. It was 5 km away. All the way, all my thoughts were rational, trying to convince what I am doing is right. People do so many things, and I am just having sex. I rushed. I reached the parking space. I climbed the lift lobby. I struck the floor number.
I waited nervously for that 10 secs the lift went. I got down the lift and I looked at the door number. I found the apartment. I saw the doors open a little. I rushed in. The first image I saw her, arranging the sofa cushion. I looked at her, she said, “Close the door,” nervously.
She was beautiful. She was looking young. She was in her t-shirt, wearing a skirt. She was shaking. She looked into my eyes with a smile. The next word she uttered, I rushed her to the wall. To be continued in the next part.
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