Daily-Diaries-Of-My-Lady-Chat-Friends 01.11.2014

Daily-Diaries-Of-My-Lady-Chat-Friends

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Ruchi: She is on line most of the time but in ‘Busy’ status. So I never disturb her, since she is a student. She changed her status to ‘Available’ just when I was about to log out to go to duty.

Since she didn’t appear for a long time, to refresh memory, she is one of the two girls who are into incest, or rather, immersed in incest. She, Mom, Dad and Brother fuck on the same bed. Now her cousins, Dad’s and brother’s friends are also fucking her.

She enjoys lesbo with Mom, unlike Ankita (second incest girl who is the youngest and horniest girl in my lady friends. Though Ankita is fucked by more number of cocks she doesn’t really enjoy lesbo with Mom. Riz grudgingly admits that Ankita will overtake her since she started early, at Ankita’s age Riz was fucked by only Boy friend) 

I asked Ruchi if she was busy? She said, Little, she is studying hard for exams.

Anything exciting? Yes, they went to Kulu Manali for 4 days with friends and their families, Her parents swapped. Was she there? Of course. I regrettably had to leave. I pleaded with her to tell the story tomorrow, She said she will, I asked her to see blog posts. She assured me that she will see.

Julie:  She asked me why there is nothing about our love in yesterday’s post. I apologized, I was very busy and had to complete blog post quickly. She was fucked once in cunt. Again missionary? No, doggy.

I asked her did she still murmur my name during fucking, she says sometimes she can’t control, though she is trying hard.

I again pleaded with her to convince hubby for 3, 4 sum and have best of everything. She said her hubby is too good and would never agree to such things.

I told her when I chatted with him (one day Julie went to city and left her mobile with him), I asked him if no  lady colleagues or customers tried to seduce him, he said few lady customers did but he was reluctant since they were trying to lure him to waive off their loans. So, he stayed clear.

I told Julie if there is no risk to his reputation he would be game for 3 and 4 sums and she could have 4 sum with her city friend and her boy friend.

She is very enthusiastic and wants to go and ask him straight away, he was waiting for her to finish chatting to fuck her. I told her to broach topic gently.

She left after reminding me that her love for me would remain same and our plans for marriage and elopement would not get affected.

Yesterday she made me chat with her friend. Her friend told me that she loves me madly and that I should marry her. Did she tell you my age? I asked her. Yes, you are 25, married and have 2 small daughters, she said.

I asked her to give Julie again and asked her, why did you lie about my age? Tell her correct facts and ask her advise.

But you are 25, darling, your mental age is 25.muaaahhhhh,I don’t care about your age. I love you, I will tell her,, byyee, she logged out.

Today she said she told all facts and her friend is still backing her.

Ok dear, love you, muaaahhhhh. I will chat with her tomorrow again. Does she love your hubby and wants you out of the way? I asked,

No, no. she is a very good girl, Julie said and logged out.

Mrs SM: She inquired about my friends.

Julie? I asked.

No, all, she said. I told her all are fine.(I don’t use coarse words when chatting with her but here I will use)

I told her about my friend in college who used to fuck his Aunt where he was staying. We had some code words. Kissing was Idly, boob squeezes- vada, boob sucks -upma,, cunt licking , cock sucking- Poori, Quick fucking – Dosa, Leisurely fucking- Full course lunch.

So daily morning, we asked him what he had for breakfast and he would tell us.

His Aunt was very horny and would ask him to fuck her in doggy when her husband went for shower or was doing pooja. She knew how much time they had. He introduced her to us when we met them at  movies. We were too innocent and thought she would be offended if we made passes at her.

When I told Mrs SM this, I asked her if her kitty friends were my fans.

Yes, they love your posts and stories, they daily read, she said.

Can you ask if any of them would have breakfast with me? Not lunch, I asked.

Why you do with so many friends, why do you want my friends also, she demanded.

I cannot convince you that I am not  a womanizer? I asked.

No, I know you are a womanizer, she said.

I sighed and wished her good night and logged out.

That gave me a thought, why not write my auto biography also? My experiences or lack of it? It is a tough decision.

 Like Mrs SM, all readers must be thinking that I fucked all my lady friends and is it better to encourage that myth or is it better to tell the truth?

If I reveal that I am not a womanizer but a faithful husband (well, almost, with few stray incidents) will it affect readership? Will my fans stop reading since I am not what they imagine me to be?

I think an artist’s art speaks for itself and not other aspects. Lata, Asha are not great beauties but that has no bearing on the crores of fans’ adulation. Rajnikanth’s simple and deglamourized look has not fazed the fans.

My intention of telling about those legends is to prove a point that an artist’s art stands alone or  I hope it does, in my case.

My  sexual Auto biography

I was born in a typical Middle class, orthodox, religious family. I led such a protected life that when my seniors ragged me in college were shocked by my ignorance.

One senior put his finger on Katy Mirza’s boobs and asked “What are they?”. Those days debonair magazine used to publish nude pics of busty ladies, never showing nipples or cunt.

“Breasts, sir” I said. He gave a clump on head.

‘You are not imported from London. We don’t know English. Tell Telugu name” he said menacingly.

I kept on reciting names I read in classical books and library books and kept receiving thumps on head.

I told “ Vakshojalu” “Stanaalu”, kuchaalu” “Channulu”

Ragging senior called all his friends and exhibited me like a rare object.

“See, this fellow doesn’t know telugu name for these”  he said again showing Katy’s massive boobs.

‘Impossible.He can’t be so dumb” they said.

“He is acting” few said.

Finally they told me they are called “Sallu”.

Another senior put his finger on Kathy’s cunt and asked what its name was in Telugu.

I knew, I told “Puku”.

It was not due to my smartness. Once I went with my uncle to buy vegetables in market. He asked a lady price of brinjals. He asked her to give at less than half the price she quoted.

I was shocked “Uncle, how can you ask her? Before she shouts at us let us leave” I urged him.

“If she doesn’t give at my price I will tear her cunt apart” he said loudly ( “puku chimpesta”)

My seniors were suspicious that I was acting, I knew puku but not sallu? Impossible to believe.

Such was my innocence.

There are several reasons for my not turning a womanizer, as Mrs SM suspects.

Make no mistake, it was not because of lack of libido or interest. I had such perpetual, painful hardons in my youth I used to be jealous of men who walked on roads with shirts tucked in.

It is not necessary for a cleavage or a bare midriff to cause erection, it lady going in front shakes buttocks or doesn’t wear a bra, my mind’s eye would strip them and I had a hard on.

It was embarrassing. Masturbation didn’t help either.

Once we went to a temple, we had to take a dip in the pond. I wrapped a towel and went in. My cousin sister was standing guarding my cloths. I took three dips and wanted to come out, then I realized I had a massive hard on. So many ladies were taking bath with their tits and nipples tantalizingly close. I was waiting desperately for hard on to diminish, started thinking about maths sums etc. nothing helped. My cousin sister was screaming, how long I would take. I rushed out with my tent and my cousin sister was red in face as she handed over a towel.

So first reason for my not becoming a womanizer was due to influence of a story I read in my teenage. Movies and stories have a good impact on impressionable minds.

This story was written by Raa. Vee. Sastry.

The story goes like this. One teenager takes a prostitute to the beach and fucks her on the sand dunes in moon light.

Then he writes…… What I have done is not a sin, God intended men and women to enjoy sex. But what I was going to do is a sin. I was trying to put a price to a priceless, precious thing, a gift from God. I felt ashamed as I gave her two rupees. I thought she would scream, shout at me. She just laughed, ruffled my hair, kissed me on cheek, there was affection and love in her eyes and she walked into the darkness.

I could never “purchase” fucks after reading that. Not that I am stingy or don’t want to spend.

I spend lavishly on parties, vacations and for anything that fancies me.

Even if I was tempted to try, it was snuffed by a movie called “Gupt Gyan” India’s first sex educational movie.

We were very excited and went clandestinely to second show movie and sat in a dark corner and waited impatiently for movie to start. We wanted to see boobs, cunts, fucking etc .

We were dazed when we came out of the movie theater. I have not seen a scarier movie. The movie showed boobs, cunts, cocks etc but all were diseased, grotesque and repulsive. The movie warned horny youth what lay in store if we didn’t control urges.

AIDS epidemic effectively killed any urge to fuck strangers. Those days condoms were also flimsy.

I wanted to fuck willing ladies like my friend was fucking his aunt. But there was no net, no facebook, no email. For all practical purposes, women were staying on planet Venus, unreachable.

After college, I joined a profession which took me to all continents and many countries in the world. I have sucked boobs, licked cunts and got cock sucked by women of different countries but never dared to fuck. I was particularly tempted with one Brazilian lady and Vietnamese.

Then Of course I got married and conscious is the biggest enemy of a womanizer.

Tomorrow I will tell how and why I have started writing stories and why I am unable to fuck my lady friends, though they invite me.