Mere liye sexuality, sexual orientation aur sexual inclination bahut mysterious terms hein. Over the years, I can’t put myself into any box. I don’t get fu*** neither have I liked to f**k. What I like is the idea of romancing a man… a straight man. Yeh sab kuchh mai Shanaya ke liye bhi bol sakta hoon. Some may call Suchin’s transition to Shanaya an act of cross-dressing. But for me, it’s more than that. It’s about transformation. It’s about creating my alter ego that is 360 degrees opposite of who I am. Shanaya is high-maintenance and very snooty unlike me. Sometimes even I don’t recognize myself when I become Shanaya for my little wild adventures.
Baat koi 2-3 saal pehle ki hogi. Mai aur Paras, jo ki Pune ke bahar Pamela ban jata tha, mere sath tha. Is baar adventure ke liye humne isbar Jaipur chuna. It was end of the September to garmi bhi zyada nahi thi. We booked a suite to stay for next 2 days. Jab mai sham ko so ke utha to Pamela mere samne khadi thi. She told me ke uska hook-up pehle se hi fixed tha. This was something surprising to me. Paras didn’t tell me this while we were planning our first night out in the pink city.
Paras ke jane ke bad mai udaas hoke apne bed pe baith gaya. The area we chose for our stay was quite posh, so from my window, I could see hotels shining through. After watching NDTV Good Times for a while, I got bored. I went back to the window to kill the boredom. There was one hotel opposite me jiska gym uske 3rd floor pe thi. Kyunki ka front transparent glass ka tha, I could see guys pumping their arms with bench presses while some lifted their mid rift to check their abs in the mirror. Though not clear, I could see them moving and giving their best to pump their chests. Something inside me switched on. Maine apna duffle bag khola and my transformation began.
After 45 minutes of work, Shanaya was looking at herself in the mirror – a soft-skinned, Burnett who fancied dressing up expensively. I took some photos aur unko Shanaya ke dating account pe dala. Time passed; Good Times abhi bhi on tha and I almost lost hope. Isse pehle Shanaya phir se Suchin banti, ek message aaya. This was from a straight man who was hunting for slim girls with sweet lady garden (ahem! You know what I mean).
“Magar mein wo nahi ho jot um samjh rahe ho,” I chatted with a man who couldn’t wait to prove his masculinity to a stranger. After a while, the guy who was 6’2’’ understood who I am and what I was looking for. I don’t know if it was my way of conducting me as a KSMIN KALI or him being horny, the person who was shown a few feet away from my stay wanted to meet me.
I dressed up and used my BRAHMASTRA – my gem-studded underwear down my favorite crop-top with zip at the back. Also, I have been taking good care of my skin for a while to be manhandled by some rough hands in Jaipur. The bell rang!
“Hi, I am Aman, we chatted a while back”.
“Hi,” I hesitantly greeted him.
Aman andar aaya and sat on the couch. He had a gym bag hung on his wide and wild shoulders. He told me that he was training in the nearby gym. Jo mujhe jante hein they know how much freaky I am with hygiene. Magar, Aman ke body se aane wale BU mujhe bha rahi thi.
“Am I smelling? Maine sauna bath liya hai gym mai. Magar, you know I have been training really hard for the last few days, so I might be a bit smelly anyway,” he smirked – a smile I could die for.
“No, no. I like it. I like everything in moderation.” Though nervous, I tried to sound naughty.
“You know I find you more attractive than your pics. And, forgive me if I sound little nervous. It’s my first time to try something like this,” Aman ne apne beard ko touch karte hue kaha.
“Aww, don’t worry, come here.” – I comforted Aman the way I could. I gave him a hug! Initially, it was soft, but soon his rough, gym-trained hands started gripping me. Dekhte hi dekhte Shanaya apna control khone lagi. She started biting her cherry-like lips. Aman ki ankho mai ek azeeb nasha tha. Ek sharp jaw line aur super thick beard ke beech Aman ke expressions aise the jaise ke wo pehli baar sex karne ja raha ho.
Aman unzipped my back and started kissing me like a curious teenager. The passion was so deep that I almost passed out. Kisi tarah maine apna hosh samhala. Mere hath seedhe Aman ke chest se takraya. Aur fir… hath chest ke deep center se hote hue seedhe uske pants pe.
“No, it can’t be!” I wondered in my head. Has he put something in there, how could this be so wide and big?” mere hosh se ud gaye. Magar isse pehle Shanaya kuchh soch pati, Aman took his shirt off. Shanaya tried hard not to be amazed. Aman ki perfect V-shape body was too good to be real. He had some hair but in the right place.
Jaise hi mere hath Aman ki jeans ki zip pe pade, a monster was unleashed! It was at least 8.5″ and in any case 5″ in girth. Too amazed and surprise, I took his shaft in my hand and slapped it against my cheek. I kept doing it until I realized it was real indeed. Aman was too impatient to let it go like this. His hands were all over my body – “Tum kitni soft ho. Like a baby!” seems like he was into Shanaya too.
Ab Shanaya ki fantasy poori hone hi ja rahi thi. We drenched ourselves in the bathtub. Aman kept kissing me like a control-freak. Now, I was at the task here – I had to suck this new-found monster. Aman was too horny that he had to kiss me, again and again, to stop unloading his “TESTOSTERONE” in my mouth. Finally, wo ghadi aayi jisse Shanaya hamesha se bachti thi. Aman asked me to sit on his RAMROD. I was so deeply passionate about it that I tried, but the tip of his TOOL was itself too big that it couldn’t happen.
Aman didn’t give up. To make him forget a pu**y hole he was hunting for, I adjoined my soft toes in a way that it created an illusion of a tight, lady garden. From the other edge of the bathtub, I just started enjoyed it before I felt something warm in the water – it was Aman’s cum floating in the tub. First thing first, it was the thickest cum I have ever seen.
Aman liked me and did not leave after unloading an amazing amount of TESTOSTERONE. Hum dono ne kuchh waqt ek hi bistar pe kiss karte bitaya. Aman ne mujhse agli baar apne bageeche mein usko dakhil karne ki permission mangi. I laughed.
No judgments but Aman was too groomed for a masculine gym freak. Mere andaza poori tarah galat nahi tha. Usne bataya ke wo Barmer ki royal family se hai and if ZAMEENDARI was not abolished, he could have been a prince. After a while, Aman got an SMS and he left after kissing me like crazy. He asked me to stay in touch.
Wo din hai aur aaj ka din hai Aman aur mein fir dubara nahi mile. I never visited Jaipur again aur na hi usne Aman se chat karne ki koshish ki. Perhaps, Shanaya was Aman’s fantasy too. And fantasies are too precious to be turned into a habit.