VIRGINITY

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

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 years 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.

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. 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.

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. 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.

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.

Chapter-2
The Virginity

Early in life: I never read porn, never knew what sex was, never knew the term
masturbation, never cared. 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. 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. 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.

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. I had a habit
of sleeping late (my parents slept at 8pm and 9 pm respectively) to watch TV Drama
alone.

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. 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.)

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. He ejaculated in me when I sat
fully down on his thigh. He quickly lifted me and pushes me aside. I was confused..
Didn't 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.

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.

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. 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. 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.

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.

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 didn't left, I’d probably married to him and blessed with many
children of ours now…

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.

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.

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). 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.

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. 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. This gave me an idea. I told them to get their phone
and I would send them the video but at a PRICE. 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.

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. 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. 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. 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. 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.
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. The expressions on the faces of those
girls. watching porn for the first time were even better than the expressions of
porn-stars themselves. This will always be my deepest secrets.

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.

13 - 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.

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? 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.

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.

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.

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.

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. And, I was an introvert. But back then, it didn't 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.

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 didn't not affect my life much, yet. And
then it happened. My road
downhill, affecting my studies, my relations, my entire life.

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.

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. 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. 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. 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.

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.

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.

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. 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.
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.

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
smile on his drunk face.
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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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