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 \u2018hand\u2019 worthy. I am going to write this in parts, as I have got a lot to tell.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Just because I endorse feminism I don’t agree on \u2018sex\u2019 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 \u2018love\u2019 or \u2018relationship\u2019.<\/p>\n
With this mindset, I usually use this common chatroom which holds multiple city rooms. I usually go with \u2018Tamil\u2019 room and \u2018Chennai\u2019 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.<\/p>\n
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 \u2018woman\u2019 who is sensible and rational. I found one!<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Me: Hi, asl? (I know this is one irritable question, the woman wouldn’t respond, but c’ mon, I gave a break for myself)
\nHer: Asl?
\nMe: Age, sex, location?<\/p>\n
Her: Stupidaana kelvi, (the question is stupid) I am from Chennai.
\nMe: Ahem. Okay (I got offended)
\nHer: Ok sorry, there are a lot of pings here. Can you give me your Gmail?
\nMe: Wow! .<\/p> \n\n
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 \u2018wow\u2019.<\/p>\n
In hangouts:<\/p>\n
Me: Hey!
\nHer: Hi Da! How do you use such sites? It’s disgusting, some nicks.
\nMe: I wonder how you trust me so much in the first place!
\nHer: yeah, but I found your Nick \u2013 \u2018iruvizhi unathu\u2019. I love that song and I felt something genuine in it. So asked your id.<\/p>\n
Me: Hmmm. I am not genuine, this is a fake id.
\nHer: Yeah obviously I know, who shares personal ids there?
\n(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.)<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Me: So appram? (So then?)
\nHer: Ennada? (What is it ?)
\nMe: Onum ila (Nothing.)
\nHer: Enanu sollu? Is it something? (What is it?)<\/p>\n
Me: Enna wink lam? (Why do you use wink smiley)
\nHer: Nothing, just hoped if you will break the ice on the actual part of our purpose.
\nMe: Haha, what’s the actual purpose? Why are you talking like a saint?<\/p>\n
Her: Ok.
\nMe: Ok, sorry. I wish to have you.
\nHer: WTF!<\/p>\n
(Just had all the heart explode, that I messed up, that I am stupid. I could feel the heat in my head)
\nMe: Sorry!
\nHer: Hahahaha!<\/p>\n
Me: Puzzled di. Are you mad?
\nHer: Why should I be mad?
\nMe: You aren’t?
\nHer: Yeah, I just loved the way you told, I would like to have you. I was nice to hear.<\/p>\n
Me: Hehe.
\nShe: Hmm, desperate aren’t we?
\nMe: Yes, everyone is. But how they show it or express is what matters.
\nShe: You know what?<\/p>\n
Me: Ennade?
\nShe: I like you so much. And I trust you.
\nMe: How come?
\nShe: You are not explicit. You are from a good background I guess. I guess you won’t pester me for my number.<\/p>\n
Me: Haha, so you think?
\nShe: So I think what?
\nMe: We can do it?
\nShe: Cha no.<\/p>\n
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.
\nMe: Ok.
\nShe: Ok listen, we can do it, give me two days time to talk.<\/p>\n
Me: (again an unexpected message) You are just unpredictable di! Love you.
\nHer: I don’t find it acceptable. We just started talking in the morning. I could already feel your kiss, that little smiley.<\/p>\n
Me: Me too, never found one sensible woman.
\nShe: That’s the only compliment?
\nMe: Only when I can see you, I can give a proper compliment.
\nShe: Smart, ok, no face, ok?<\/p>\n
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.
\nShe: Call me.
\nMe: Yeah<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
My other hand without the phone started stroking already. She cut the call.<\/p>\n
Her: Pothuma da? (Is it enough?)
\nMe: (halfway through stroking) Wait.
\nHer: Haha enada panre? (Haha what are you doing there?)
\nMe: Guess?<\/p>\n
Her: Can I help?
\nThere I cummed. That little text. I cummed hard.
\nMe: Fuck you di? Just fuck you. You make me crazy now.
\nShe: Hmm. I need it too!<\/p>\n
Me: I am fucking ready. I cannot procrastinate.
\nShe: Wouldn’t you give me time? I wanna know if I am not taking this decision because of the heat of the moment.
\nMe: I get it.<\/p>\n
She: Disappointed? Ok. Let me tell you, any conversation till you reach my place, is only in Hangouts. No numbers. Is that ok?
\nMe: I agree. But when?
\nShe: Tomorrow night?
\nMe: But why do you trust me so much?<\/p>\n
She: Sila moonjingala parthalae theriyum. (You know when you see some faces.)
\nMe: Moonji parthutta! Vera edadu parkanuma? (You saw my face, you wanna see something else?)<\/p>\n
Her: I wanna sleep with you, cuddle, I wanna make out very hard da. I am also starving.
\nMe: Yes. How to pass this day to tomorrow?<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Her: I am with a war with myself. I cannot decide da. (5:30 am)
\nHer: Can I take some time? (5:45 am)
\nHer: I wish it too much yet I am afraid. (6.25 am)
\nHer: I don’t know, I want you too but. (7.30 am)<\/p>\n
Me: Ahem.
\nHer: fuck it! I want it. I have shared the location. Come to my home, block 3, apartment number \u2026, \u2026 apartments. I will keep the door open, just come in and close the door. Ping when you have parked your bike.<\/p>\n
Me: I am on the way.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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, \u201cClose the door,\u201d nervously.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Please give feedback at \/cdn-cgi\/l\/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”771605011e191316051d02474e4737101a161e1b5914181a”>[email protected]. I am expecting your feedbacks fellow readers. And I am expecting from women precisely. Haha. Take care guys. Lots to come next, cum next.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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