Virginity

Chapter-1
Men will be men no matter
who is he

Chapter-2
The Virginity

Chapter-3
I am a girl and used to sell
porn at school

Chapter-4
Sexual pleasure at such a
young age

Chapter-5
The Call Boy
 Chapter-1
Men will be men no
matter who is he
 I am a 25 year old

Indian girl lives at a

distant from my

parents(doing job),

while my brother is 6 yrs

younger than me

pursuing Engineering. I

love my brother very

much. He is like a kid to

me.

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 Few months back , on

some festival I went to my

home, as when you go

home after a long time u

gets very much attention ,

caring love from each of

your family member, this

happen to me as well. In

the night my mamma told

me that she will sleep with

me as she was missing me

very badly since very long

so me mom and brother

slept all together.

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 I was sleeping in

between my brother

and mother . So in the

midnight I felt like

someone is touching

me, so I woke up saw

my brothers hands on

me I thought , he still

sleeps like a 2 yrs old

baby. Putting hands

and legs on there near

person while asleep. I

let it go, and shifted his

hand from my body.

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 Soon after 10 min I felt the

same, again i woke up and saw

him sleeping peacefully. I

thought this must be dream or

false notion . I slept again

these time I felt hand touching

my boobs and squishing it, I

saw his hands on my chest

area so again i shifted his hand

but he was still sleeping but

now i was sure that he is

awake , so I kept a pillow in

between us and after 20–30

minutes again I slept, this time

he did something which is

unspeakable he brought his

hands under my T shirt and

started to touch my boobs and

squishing it.

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I could not do anything as I

Could not believe that my

loving brother is actually

assaulting his loving didi(

Elder sister). I was actually

seeing him putting his

hand under my night

pants, I was seeing him

taking my hand under his

pants touching is penis.

Than I came to my senses

and thought “ men will

men no matter who is he”

and I changed my place

and came to another bed

in another room to sleep.

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Next day in the Morning before

I woke up he left for college , I

was shaken to core , I could

not even look into the mirror as

i was thinking the same

incident again and again. He

Returned from college in

afternoon but didn’t talk with

me, went to sleep ,didn’t eat

anything , slept until late

evening , I think he must be

guilty , so till next day he didn’t

talk anything with anyone when

I thought this must be his

mistake and he is guilty now, so

I pretended like nothing

happened, made him laugh

doing stupid things in front of

him as I usually does.

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Chapter-2
The Virginity
 Early in life:I

never read

porn, never

knew what sex

was, never

knew the term

masturbation,

never cared.
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 When I was about 10

or 11, I’d experience

this itchy feeling

between my legs. One

time I tried touching it

and it felt good. Then I

started touching the

“sensitive” area more

and more. A few days

later I knew I had to

touch my clitoris, and

that was when I had

my first orgasm.

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Ever since that day,

I’d return home from

school, lock myself in

my room, took off my

undies, spread my

legs and starts

touching my clitoris.

EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Sometimes, multiple

times per day. Maybe

in the morning, every

evening or BEFORE

sleeping.

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 One thing that is sure is

that during my teens years,

even until now, hardly a

single night passed without

me reaching orgasm. I

became addicted to

orgasm. I could NOT sleep

without reaching climax.

Orgasm is the only way I

could sleep soundly. I had

tried many time to stop

masturbation, but it never

works, I gave up trying. I’ll

just submit to

masturbation.

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 My first penetration:

My family were poor. We found

one way to increase our income is

to “rent” 3 of our bedrooms to

“kids” studying in the local school.

Our family all slept together in

the master bedroom. Ever since I

was 8, we had this boy (a year

older) who live-in with us. He

slept upstairs together with his

brother. We were close. I consider

him my brother, he considered me

his little sister. A few years

passed and his brother graduated

and left our house. He slept alone

in his bedroom.

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I had a habit

of sleeping

late (my

parents slept

at 8pm and 9

pm

respectively)

to watch TV

Drama alone.

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 Many years passed,

when I was 11, he would

start getting more

“touchy” with me. Such

as touching my

shoulders, or sat beside

me, etc. He would hold

my hands when we’re

going to the grocery

store. In some

occasions, I could feel

his body

bumping/rubbing me

from my back.

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 One night, when I was

watching TV alone in the

living room, he would sit

beside me and started

rubbing his penis on his

thigh. Then he’d keep it and

act normal after a short

while. This continues for a

few nights until I asked him

what he was doing. He said

nothing. (He was obviously

trying to grab my attention,

such as turning his chairs

toward me, staring at me,

etc.)

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 I never watched porn,

but I knew that it’s like a

plug. He had something

sticking out between his

legs, I have a hole

between my leg. I knew

he had to plug his thing

into my hole. I took a

closer look at his penis,

and started touching it,

before we both took our

pants down, and plug

his in mine.

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 He ejaculated in me

when I sat fully down on

his thigh. He quickly lifted

me and pushes me aside.

I was confused.. Didnt

know what happened,

why was it over so soon.

To me, it was a very

innocent sex, first

penetration, filled with

confusion and, a white

liquid seeping out of

hole. Never knew what it

was, never cared.

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 This quickly turned into an

addiction. We are both more

affectionate with each other.

Although we studied in a

different school, we always

returned home at around

16:00. I would tip-toed to his

room, knock and enters it,

had a quick unprotected sex

(none of us knows what

condom is), and left his room

for a shower. We’re just

young kids, aged 12 and 11,

holding hands like a brother-

and-sisters in the outside, but

deep down we’re more like a

married couple.

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 Weeks passed and I

started being a bitch,

throwing tantrums around

him. My parents started

suspecting that

something was wrong

with either of us. At one

time I had to burn my

pants and underwear

which are filled with his

semen to destroy any

evidence of us having. My

parents eventually found

out that we had sex.

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 Before we could

sort out our

relation, his mother

called him to

return to his

country, probably

due to financial

issues. His Mom did

not know that we

are like a husband

and wife.

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We probably had

more than 100

sexual intercourse,

all are

unprotected sex.

And in every

event, he would

ejaculate deep in

me. I was lucky

that I wasn't

pregnant.

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 I started having random

sex with every boy I

deemed “attractive.” I’m

not picky, most guys looks

really good when they

smile. Whether it’s friends,

classmates, relatives,

cousins, it doesn't matter.

I like sex, and due to my

teenage blood, the more

the merrier. That being

said there’s usually

people watching during

sex. We were kids, I was

about 12 when I started

having FWBs.

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 I’m 29 now.

Regardless of how

many sexual partners

I have in the past, I

always thought of the

guy who took my

virginity, satisfied my

desire, and was the

closest to me. If he

didnt left, I’d

probably married to

him and blessed with

many children of ours

now…

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 Chapter-3
I am a girl and
used to sell porn at
school
I am a girl and used to sell

porn at school (not how

you think though)!This

dates back to when I was

in the 8th standard

around 14 yrs old in

around 2005. Until that

time was studying in a

mixed (boys & girls)

English medium school in

the heart of South

Bombay. I had girls and

boys who were my friends,

I knew all the cool things

(at that time) and I had

started watching porn

when I was 13.

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One of my girlfriends

had a cool phone at

that time and showed

us one explicit porn

clip. After a lot of

searching and getting

my own phone, I

became a pro porn

watcher! All my friends

and classmates were

frank, cool, outspoken,

rich and even spoiled

brats.

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Now the story starts when

my family had to relocate

from SoBo to a dainty

little suburb in Mumbai.

Unfortunately, the only

school near my house was

an ALL GIRLS school. I

hated it but had to take

admission. All the students

there were mostly shy,

introverted and hardly

spoke any English. The

school thankfully was an

English medium (on paper

atleast).

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 I used to wear a little

makeup and do my hair

and nails everyday to

school. In the eight grade,

girls were NOT allowed to

do those things. So i was

reprimanded by the

teachers and somehow I

answered back. This got

me in trouble but luckily it

also made me famous as

hell. Now I had a lot of

girls talking to me and I

had made some friends.

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 Coming to the main

part, one day during

recess, I took out my

phone secretly in the

washroom (even phones

weren’t allowed in the

school). One of my girl

friends grabbed it and

wanted to check the

games. However she

stumbled upon a porn

video and immediately

turned red with shame.

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 She said a lot of stuff

about “wrong”,

“indecent”, blah blah

but in a minute wanted

to watch more. I happily

obliged and showed

her the rest of the clip

with the sound (through

headphones). This talk

spread like wildfire and

by the end of the day I

had more girls asking

me to show them.

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This gave me

an idea. I told

them to get

their phone

and I would

send them the

video but at a

PRICE!

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I sold the videos at 50

bucks per vid. Just to

ensure that they didn’t

send it to one another,

I made up some

bullshit about how if

someone other than

me sent the video, it

would harm their

phone and everyone

would know about

them. It somehow

worked.

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 Since both my

parents worked (own

business) and I was

the only child, I had

unlimited and

uninterrupted access

to the internet and

computer. So I

downloaded all sorts

of porn movies and

started selling them

to my classmates.

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Some of the girls didn't

have a phone

themselves. So they

would pay me to

watch on my phone in

the washroom or

outside the school.

Sometimes I would

have 2 or more girls

come in a group to ask

for 2–3 videos at a

time. I was making

great money for a

school kid.

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 Few times I

watched a clip

of two with my

girl friends and

though I

was/still am

straight, there

was a little

groping and

fooling around.

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 The best part was

when I used to get

msgs from the

boyfriends of the girls

at my school and they

would also want

videos for themselves.

Once a girl and her bf

were making out in the

street while watching

porn on my phone . I

was obviously

watching the live porn

in front of me.

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Sure a few girls in my

school called me a slut

and whore. A few bfs

of the girls tried to

hook up with me. A

few girls wanted to

hookup with me. There

was this one girl (lets

call her Shewta) who

was ready to pay me

to have sex with her

just like it was shown

in a lesbian video

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 It completely

grossed me out

and I denied. I

navigated through

all that bullshit

and kept making

money off the

porn videos. I

used to spend

that money on

food,movies,cloth

es,etc.

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The expressions

on the faces of

those girls

watching porn

for the first time

were even

better than the

expressions of

porn-stars

themselves.

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The expressions on the

faces of those girls

watching porn for the

first time were even

better than the

expressions of porn-

stars themselve

This will always be my

deepest secret!s.

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 Chapter-4
Sexual pleasure at
such a young age
 11 - 12 years

I continued masturbation, i

finally could connect it to

opposite gender. Thinking of

cute male seniors at school

brought the tingling sensation

between my legs. I enjoyed it.

Towards end of 12 years, we

got a computer, with internet

access, and parents clueless

about the latest technology.

Good combination. And i

soon learned to relate my

private pleasure with sex. At

12 years, i started watching

porn. Although i found some

of it disgusting.

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 3 - 14 years

My love for porn increased.

That which used to disgust

me, now aroused me. Even

though puberty hit me

young, at age of 10, i was a

late bloomer. I had a bit of

chest only when i was

about 14. Men in crowded

bus now seemed different.

Hands and bodies rubbing

me. I enjoyed it. Esp when

some hand were fondling

my young budding chest. I

got wet.

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 15 - 17 years

My secret life continued.

Porn, masturbation, orgasm,

occational touches and

gropes in crowded bus. I

enjoyed it all. But, during

these years, guilt also crept

in. ( Finally! ) I felt guilty for

everything, for watching

porn, for masturbation, for

the one thing that both

confused and frightened me

was, how i enjoyed being

violated. It was scary, was i

that perverted? Enjoying

strange men having their

way with my body?

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 In buses, I enjoyed, I

masturbated after that

when i got to be alone,

thinking of porn, thinking of

how that person could

molest me, violate me.

After which intense guilt

followed. But the guilt

could not stop me from

watching porn, or

masturbation or feeling

good being violated. I

passed my school with

flying colors.

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 18 - 22 yrs

I got admission in reputed college

for a very reputed course. Parents

got me the then latest and first of

the kind touch phone, with

internet. (Only 3 girls in my class

had it). But money was a problem,

access to porn was limited. Also,

busy college life made me move

on from porn. I had watched so

much porn since childhood, porn

almost ceased to arouse me

anymore. I shifted to less MB

consuming alternative of erotic

stories. I still masturbated, a lot,

read a lot of porn literature. Guilt

was getting less and less as now i

felt i was an adult, hence going

through porn was not wrong.

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Masturbation was by then a

routine, sometimes even a

stress breaker. But my

personal life was going

downhill. Finally, I began to

feel the difference, how my

society made dark skinned

short girls regret they were

even born. It was during

college years I finally felt

interest in male gender, not

just infatuation like before,

but, actual yearning of

attention. But my looks

certainly did not help my

introverted nature.

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I felt down, I felt angry at

myself, I hated how I

looked, my face, my body.

I desperately tried to look

good. Put make up, wore

tight clothes. Life as the

background girl

destroyed my confidence.

I finally passed my

college, again with very

good scores. Luckily, the

orgasms, the inferior

complex, did not affect

my studied still.

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 23 year

I entered intership period. No

studies, just a work, and lots

of fun. My hardwork payed

off, i began looking a little

better. And, guys begin to

pass comments like i was

cute. But by then, it was too

late and too inadequate to

boost up my confidence.

Right from school, I was

always good in studies, i was

good in extra curriculars. But

my best friend was the class

beauty, and popular, i was

always shadowed

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 And, i was an

introvert. But back

then, it dint affect me,

as i never craved

attention, esp from

boys. But after 5

years, when i finally

did, i realised i was

the typical

background girl. Yes, i

regretted, being born

dark and short.

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 24 yrs. My life

changing addiction

By this time, i had

been addicted to

pleasuring myself. I

did not realise i was

addicted since it dind

not affect my life

much, yet. And then it

happened. My road

downhill, affecting my

studies, my relations,

my entire life.

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 I found a sex chat site.

What waited for me, was

a brutal alter reality,

packed in the most

beautiful way. Still

unaware of the reality, i

burried myself deep in it.

Chats lead to voice,

sharing pics, nude pics,

and cam. I found

strangers praising me, my

body. I was overwhelmed.

It drew me more into it.

Strangely, it helped me

boost up my self

confidence.

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 I began loving myself,

how i looked, my body.

And, when i did, i

realised, i did not care

what others thought of

me anymore. Thats the

biggest advantage i ever

had from such a site.

But, i soon realised, it

was all fake. The

beautiful words, all lies.

People simply wanted

physical pleasure, and

they did whatever to

attain it.

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 I soon found myself in the

darkside of the chat. I got

used ( people chat with me

for their pleasure, and the

min they got it, they

disappear, leaving me

feeling aroused, and

frustrated), i got

discriminated, verbally

abused for my ethnicity, i

got treated like trash, a

whore, online whore. Silly

and naive, i tried to make

friends from sex chats, even

fell in love, but all failed

miserably. I was shattered, i

cried for unworthy unknown

people at night.

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 But later on, i

realised, it was all

my fault. I let people

run all over me. i

could never say no, i

could never be rude,

and i was being

myself online too. I

let people stamp all

over me, use me, not

only online, but also

in real life.

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 And, it all was to be

blamed in my lack of

confidence and self

respect. But, by the time

i realised, sex chats had

become an addiction. I

began to be too

engrossed in them, it

strained relations with

my family and friends. I

couldn't control my

arousal. I felt angry,

guilty, because i knew

what has to be done,

but, i still couldn't.

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 Looking back

I am having an important

exam in a months time.

The chatting and

excessive self

indulgence has ruined

my studies. I have

wasted money and time

preparing for this exam. I

ended up in

retrospection mode.

Why?? And.. I

remembered what

happened when I was 10

years old.

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 The trigger

It was my uncle's

wedding. I had to travel

by car for 4 hours to

reach destination.

Wedding went well. While

returning, a certain

relative joined us in car.

Since it was crowded, i

was sitting on his lap on

the back seat, along with

my siblings. And.. that's

when it started. The

relative, in his early 20s,

started touching me, on

my thighs.

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His fingers travelled up, and

was soon in the unwanted

place, inside my knickers. He

kept playing, pushing his

finger in, but not all the way

in, maybe he was afraid I

might scream. I did not

know what exactly was

happening, I was too young.

But i knew it was wrong. But

instead of feeling scared,

the touch felt good. I

adjusted myself giving him

more access. I got wet, yes i

did. (I had had my menarche

by then) I enjoyed the first

ever sexual pleasure he was

giving me.

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 And… that's how it all

started.. and now, at 25

years, i realised, i had been

sexually abused.

Being exposed to sexual

pleasure at such a young

age, I continued what he

did. My first orgasm made

the experience even better.

Long years of self

pleasuring made me

addicted to it. And along

with it, the false praise from

chat sites, cam, it all added

to my addictions. But, now,

at the age of 25, I wonder.

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Why did I enjoy his intrusive
touch? Was him the only
person to blame? Normal
kids would feel scared, but
I enjoyed it. And i still enjoy
being violated. Was i born
this perverted? Will I be
enjoying being raped and
used? And, that fact that I
enjoy, makes me feel so
guilty. Why can't I feel
violated, like normal girls?
Do I not respect myself
even that much? I hate the
part of me that derives
such perverted pleasure.
Sometimes a voice in my
head keeps saying, i
shouldn't enjoy all this, but I
can't help it.

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 Present

I have a big exam. I

spend a lot of money,
and an entire year
preparing. But i am
consumed by my
addiction. More than
that, I am consumed by
regret and guilt, of not
studying, of being
perverted, of not doing
what is necessary, of not
being able to get out of
my addiction. And, it is
still continuing. I have no
clue how I will do in my
exam.

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Chapter-5
The Call Boy
I am a B.tech

graduate. Just

like any other

average B.tech

graduate I got

placed in the

biggest mass

recruiter multi

national

Company. TCS.

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 During my
graduation I very
well knew that
my package is
low and it would
be difficult for
me to survive in
any of the
metropolitan
cities. Days
passed quickly.
Completed my
4th year with
flying colors.

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After some 3 to 4 months of

my graduation I got my offer

letter. I was perplexed. I felt

as if everything is happening

super quick. With that

confused mind I moved to

Hyderabad for my training

period. Some how survived

the training and was on

bench for almost 5 months.

RMG would call me

whenever she wants, except

on Friday. I was really

frustrated to the core.

Frustrated with myself and

my career decisions.

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Slowly days are passing and I

started realising the effects of

my low package on my life

style. I could see my class

mates cracking some or the

other competitive exams and

progressing in their life. I was

seriously frustrated with my life

and my package. Some times I

even used to call my parents

and cry out loud saying I would

quit this job and do something

in my village to survive. Some

how they used to convince me

to stay back. Each and every

aspect of my life started

frustrating me.

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 I used to stay in a
PG(Double sharing)
which is located in
Gachibowli. People
who stay in Gachibowli
and Hitech City PGs
will know how horrible
the food and the rooms
will be. As I don’t have
many friends in this
city, I used to spend
most of my weekends
in my PG lying on my
bed scrolling down FB
or Youtube, wathcing
porn and masturbating.

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My room mate is one
weird and uncanny
human. I never really
understood him. Most
of the nights he will
not be sleeping in
the room. Sometimes
for days he would
just disappear. He
has one KTM RC 390
bike which was then
released recently.
Almost everyday is a
Friday night for him.

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 Mostly he reaches
room in the early
hours of the day like
5am or 6am only to
freshen up and go
to office. I never
really tried to ask
him about his
whereabouts and
how he was able to
spend such lavish
life. I was very much
occupied with my
own frustrations.

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 On one particular

Friday night my room

mate got drunk and

came to our room

some where after 2am.

Unable to sleep I was

just lying on the bed

and was watching

some random videos on

YouTube. I am not sure

if he noticed that I was

still awake or not. He

was chatting with

someone on Whats-

app with a mischievous

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smile on his drunk face.
 All of a sudden he
threw his phone on
his bed and rushed to
the washroom and
puked what all he
drank that night. I
was still lying on the
bed without any
reaction on my face. I
noticed some elder
women’s pic on his
mobile screen which
grabbed my
attention. I slowly
extended my hand
towards his bed and
grabbed his mobile
and started scrolling
up his whats-app
chat. For the next 3
minutes I was in an
utter shock state. I
could not believe
what I was reading.

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He was chatting with
some elder woman in
her 40s. They even
exchanged some
nude photos. As soon
as he came out the
washroom I
confronted him
regarding what he is
upto with his life. He
immediately grabbed
his mobile and
shouted on me for
interfering in his
personal issue. I kept
quiet.

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 We did not talk for
the next 3 days.
Later I apologized
to him and he too
said sorry and
things were back to
normal. Then on
one peaceful
Tuesday night I
asked him
regarding what he
was doing with the
elder woman. He
laughed and said
that I was too
immature to share
with. I insisted him
to share with me.

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 He said that he

was just trying his

level best to satisfy

her needs. ‘Gigolo’

is the word which

struck my mind

immediately and I

said it out.

‘GIGOLO’. To

which he replied -

‘Yes I am a Gigolo

by choice’.

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Then he explained me how

he marketed himself on

different websites like

Locanto, Craiglist and

even on social networking

sites and Apps with a fake

identity. He also explained

how women who are

generally not satisfied

with their sex life where

the husband is mostly a

busy business man or an IT

employee working like a

slave late hours in the

office approached him or

to put in better words,

How he managed to grab

such sex deprived

customers.

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 Only then I

realised how he

was able to

spend an

extremely

lavish life

despite getting

almost same

salary as mine.

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I was not able to get

this incident out of

my mind for the next

2 to 3 weeks. Being

an average student

with least interest in

studies I thought this

is one short cut to

earn some money. The

moment this thought

struck my mind, Dark

phase of my life has

started.

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 Initially I myself

thought that I am just

being curious and not

serious. But then I

thought why not give

a try and see. So

exactly 1.5 months

after this incident

happened, I discussed

with my room mate

and asked him if he

could help me get

some clients and

market me.

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 He instantly

laughed out loud

even before I

could complete

what I planned to

say him. He

believed that I

would be unfit for

this job as he

firmly believed

that I am some

kind of introvert.

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 I tried my level best to

convince him and in this

process I even promised

him that I would give

him 60% share from the

money I get from my first

10 clients. He finally

agreed for this deal

saying that this 60%

share is nothing for him

but he just wanted to

see to what extent I will

be able to pull this off.

That day is the last

innocent day of my life.

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 Exactly after 5 days I

got a call from RMG

asking me to report

immediately. I went with

some hope of getting a

good development

project. I was waiting

outside her zone sitting

on the bench literally.

(People who are familiar

with Deccan Park - TCS

would know this

feeling).

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I got a ping from

my room mate in

Whats-App. He

pinged me some

number and

name of a

woman and

asked me to call

him.

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 I immediately called

him. He gave a brief

introduction about that

woman and asked me

to ping her in Telegram

private chat. He also

mentioned that he

rejected that woman as

he was busy at that

moment, so he

suggested my name to

her. I pinged her in

Telegram without any

delay.

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 Me: Hi, I am

******,

******(my

room mate)

gave your

number just

now. I hope he

spoke about

me with you.

:-)

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Woman: **She

pinged my

Whats-App

profile pic** .

So this is you

right ? Your

room mate

forwarded this

picture to me.

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 Me: Yes.

**No reply from her

for the next 15

minutes**

Woman: Can you meet

me tonight @09:30PM

at my place

?**She pinged her

address**

I did not know what to

reply for a second.

Then my name was

called out by my RMG.

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 So in a jiffy I typed

“YES” and left the

place to meet my

RMG.

After my meeting with

my RMG completed I

checked my mobile to

see if she has replied

anything. Her message

flashed on the

notification bar.

“I prefer dotted

ones.”

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 I was numb for a

second. Anyway

recovered from that

numbness and called

my room mate. I felt

nervous and told him

that I may not be able

to do this and I feel

like stepping back. He

got irritated and

started shouting on

me. I tried to cool him

and finally assured

him that I will do this.

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 That evening

-Buying condoms was not

a taboo for me as I had

done that twice during

my graduation when I

was in a relationship

with my ex-girlfriend. So

bought a dotted condom

as instructed by her and

booked one Uber to

reach her address. I was

surprised to realise that

she stays just 3 kms

away from my PG in a

gated community of

Independent Villas. Upon

reaching her place I

called her.

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She: HelloMe: Yeah

Hello,

I am **** calling. I

reached your place.

I am just standing

outside your

community.

She: Oh great ! Just

say the security that

you have come to

visit Villa #13 and

say them that you

are my relative.

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***Informed the security

guards. They called her

and let me in***

As I knocked the door

with tons of nervousness

a man in his mid 50s

opened the door.

Looking at his attire I

could sense that he is

the servant. He asked me

to come in.

Upon entering the Villa I

saw the woman with

whom I was chatting

earlier this day.

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She was in her mid 40s.

Fair and fat with dark lip

stick. She was in her

sleevless nightie having

some whisky.

She offered me to drink

to which I denied gently.

We talked for some good

30 to 40 minutes about

my life and regarding my

profession. I did not say

her that she is my first

client as my room mate

already informed her

that I was 3 years

experienced.

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 As we were talking I

looked around for the

servant who let me in. I

did not find him. For a

second I thought that

this is some kind of prank

played by my room mate

to trouble me. She got

drunk as in she was

unable to speak

properly. She tried to

walk but all she could do

was wobbling around. I

some how managed to

take her to the bedroom

and almost came to a

conclusion that she was

wasted.

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I thought of leaving and

informed her that I am

leaving. She got angry

and started shouting

saying that I am a

cheat and wasted her

time. I didn’t know what

to say, requested her

that we could come

meet tomorrow and

have fun. She denied

and demanded that she

wanted to have sex

right now.

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 Left with no other

option I had sex with

her , a 45 year old fat

woman.

I slept there that night

and left her place next

day morning some

where around 10am.

I woke up at 09:30am,

collected money from

her and left the place

without even looking

back. She thanked me

and shut the door as

soon as I left her villa.

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After reaching my PG, I

started wondering how

the fuck was I able to

pull this off.

From then onwards there

was no looking back.

With the help of my room

mate I used to earn some

2 to 3 clients minimum

per month. Most of the

women I met are from

North Indian high class

families whose husbands

are out of country for

some business

assignments.

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I also met few

30 plus IT

professionals

who are very

polite and

clear about

what they

really want

from me.

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Some women would
just meet me at
some public places,
restaurants just to
talk to me and would
share all their
personal problems &
frustrations and
nothing else. These
kind of women are
those people who
don’t have any one
to share their
feelings with and
are basically lonely.
They don’t really
need a physical
relationship, they
just need some one
to listen.

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 I have even come
across some rude
clients too. Some
would ask me to do
Ass-to-mouth and all
the weird stuff. I
would do it just for
the sake of money
even though I hated
it. There are clients
who even used me for
their office works like
typing some letter,
cleaning their room
and their household
works literally like a
servant. At the end of
the day they would
just have sex with me
and let me go the
other day morning.

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 Within few
months I was
able to save
money which
is almost
double my
annual
package. I
used to invest
most of the
amount to
maintain my
body fitness. I
get myself an
over all body
check up done
for every 2
months.
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In the mean while I

finally got selected

into some

development

project. I used to

manage my time

such that there

would be no clash

between my day duty

and night duty.(You

now know what I

mean). I bought

myself a bike better

than my room mate

's. ;)Being an

outsider I never

expected that

Hyderabad women

are liberated.

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Anyways this is

my dark secret. I

never regretted

for what I am

doing. I don’t

have the idea of

marrying any

one as of now.

If at all I marry I

will make sure

that I will marry

only the one

who accepts my

past.

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