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This is the real incident in my life; all the characters are real except the names, including mine. Though this story I am writing happened about 4 years back, I will try to make it short and sweet.
A little introduction about me. I am 30 years old. I am from Bangalore. A decent looking, 5′ 11″ inch normal, built guy with many friends (boys) to whom I was a love guru as I used to help in their love and other things. Most tips would work as I used to give good tips and guide in a good way!
I used to listen, understand and suggest something meaningful. I respected girls and their choices and used to have a crush (admiration) on almost every girl due to their nature, character, looks, and hot body. My crush varied from Kashmiri, Punjabi, Mallu, Muslim, Malnad, Setu (tall, short, chubby) girls etc.
Frankly, I think every girl is unique and should be respected for their life choices unless it’s concerning.
All criticism and feedbacks are welcome. My email ID is @ChiruNT, and my Email ID is [email protected].
I had a GF and broke up with her a year back. It was a lonely day. For the first time in my life, I felt suicidal tendencies due to my breakup. I was madly in love. 4 years of relationship were broken as if it never happened. I had started hating girls a lot and hadn’t mingled with any new girls in this period.
I shared my love story on a website. I got a reader’s response after the story was published on the website.
She: I read your story and liked your way of writing. Your depiction of emotions, your honesty. I wanted to ask you something. Was that a real story? Please be honest.
After a couple of days, I responded, ‘Hi, Every word is true. Thanks for reading. I am not a writer. It just happened in my life. I honestly loved someone, but that did not work out. Every word here came from the bottom of my heart. Sorry, I don’t use this account anymore. So I couldn’t reply sooner. My apologies! Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you are doing well.’
She responded after a day:
She: Honestly, I didn’t expect you to respond. Maybe you are not a writer, but you care about your readers. I have a few queries if you don’t mind. Can I ask?
Me: Sure
She: Well, I wanted to ask. 1. That was more love than lust. In the end, you lost her. How did you react after that? I mean, how did it affect you?
- Are you in touch with her now? Suppose she wants to come back to you. Will you accept her?
- What is love to you?
Me: 1. It affected me a lot. I wanted to die, but somehow I managed. It was love, maybe true from my end. She decided to break up, and I respected each decision.
- Yeah, kind of. I am in touch with her. I mean, I text her sometimes when I am very frustrated. She was more than a lover to me. She was a best friend, mother, guide, everything. I will accept her if she comes back! She’s a sweetheart, yar.
- Love is nothing to me now. Before, I believed it, but not now. It’s a time waste. In this world, only money and status matter. Nothing else. People say they love, but after a few days, that love vanishes. So there’s nothing called love. Everything is just business.
If you have further questions, you can contact me on my number.
I gave her my number with the condition that she keep my identity secret. She pinged me on my number, and we started slowly with genuine conversations. Our bonding became quite strong. She was an introvert. She wanted to know more about me and my love story.
My love story was interesting (at least to me) and quite sad. My feelings were true. I was kind of suicidal. I was not able to move on with my feelings which I had for my girl. So our conversation would be around my love, moments and life that my girl and I had together.
She had so many questions. I felt she was looking for a passionate relationship with someone. As time progressed, say the next couple of weeks, she had developed a soft corner for me. And I did feel for her. I wouldn’t say I started loving her, but it was more than a friendship and a genuine bonding.
I came to her talents, her hobbies, her family and friends and her ex, who was with her best friend. Our chats were grown, and the level of trust too. Once while chatting, I asked if we could hug in messages, and she was happy to oblige.
I said I wanted to see her. Though I never wanted to see any girl at that point, I wanted to see this girl who cared so much for a stranger. I thought I screwed up. But after a few minutes, she sent her pic. Believe me. she had such a pleasant face. I felt happy to see her.
She was elegant and a genuine person who was such an introvert. I told her she was cute. I did not say much as I did not want to look desperate, and I wasn’t desperate too.
Next day.
Me: Hi, how are you?
She: Fine, You?
We had some random text exchanges for some time.
Me: Hey, can you hug me?
She: Hug…
Me: In real!
She: You would meet me?
Me: I want to. If you are not comfortable, then it’s OK.
She: Let me think about it.
Me: Would you hug me if we met?
She: Yes.
Me: I want a tight hug.
She: Why tight one?
Me: I want to hug and forget everything for a few secs at least.
She: Just like you used to hug your GF?
Me: Yeah.
She: OK, you can.
Me: Can I kiss you?
She: You want to?
Me: Yeah.
She: Why?
Me: Honestly, I have no idea, but I want to kiss you.
She: Yes, you can if we meet.
Me: OK, let me know if you will.
She: How come you are talking about kisses and hugs today?
Me: I don’t know, I just felt. Did I hurt you? I am sorry if I did.
She: No, you didn’t, but you never asked this.
Me: You are such a caring and honest person. Even 2 years after my breakup, I couldn’t move on, and you gave me hope. You kind of saved me.
She: Nothing like that. I needed this too.
Me: Will you meet?
She: What will we do by meeting?
Me: Let’s meet and have lunch or dinner with drinks at my place.
She: Hmm, OK.
Me: OK? So are we meeting? I can hug and kiss you, na?
She: Yes.
Me: Will you be comfortable?
She: Depends on you.
Me: What if I do more than kiss and hug?
She: Like?
Me: I don’t know. What if I cross my limit?
She: Do you want to?
Me: I don’t know.
She: Let’s see.
Me: Would you feel bad if I do more than hugs and kisses?
She: I may not.
Me: Can I kiss your neck?
She: Hmmm…
I was erect by now and was getting a feeling that I had lost a couple of years back. I was feeling my pulse increasing, feeling thrilled.
Me: Can we romance in chat?
She: OK.
We had an awesome romance over messages next few days. She shared her hot pics and one half-naked. When you start feeling for someone, you always try to keep up with them. She wasn’t in love with me, but I had started admiring her. She was such a nice person people die to meet once in a lifetime.
I was lucky enough to know her. After talking to her for a few days, I realized she’s an introvert. She only had selected people with whom she used to talk. Clean by heart and romantic but was not good at expressing, just like me. She preferred to stay alone, but she wanted people around her too.
She loved being pampered. But her honest talk and her opinion made it difficult to people to understand her. She was an angel on her own.
My parents planned to go out for a couple of days, and Neeti and I planned to meet at my place. I was clear that I wouldn’t have sex with her but would have a nice romance. And she, too, did not want to have sex. For me, it was a romantic date between 2 people who were more than friends.
She traveled in the metro to a nearby location and took a bus from there. I picked her up from the bus stop. I was excited to meet her as she had become a special person in a very short time. I sneaked her to my house and offered her water and tea.
We started talking in general for almost half an hour. Though I wanted to ask her to hug me, I wasn’t sure how to ask. But with some courage, I asked her to hug me, and she blushed. She said OK, and I hugged her tight and did not let her go for atleast 5 minutes.
I can still feel her heartbeat while writing this story. I asked if I could kiss her. She obliged, and we kissed! Though it took me some time to ask that it was worth it. Both hugs and kisses were awesome. Maybe for the first time after my GF breakup, I felt a little relaxed and happy.
I took her to the bedroom, hugged her tight, and made her sleep on my bed. I hugged her in tight again in a sleeping position. Believe me, guys, that feeling was one of the best I ever had.
I started kissing her from the forehead, then eyes, nose, cheeks, and ears, and licked. Her ears and neck were so sensitive. Once I started kissing and licking her ears and neck, she started soft moans. I became wild after hearing those moans. I kissed her chest, stomach, and thighs to the toe on her dress.
I turned her and kissed her back again. I lifted her top a bit and started kissing her back. Turned her over and kissed her naval. She was moaning, and that was the push I liked. I removed her top, and there she was in her black bra! Honestly, I was mesmerized by her beauty.
Her breasts were bigger, and in the bra, they looked caged. I held her breasts with the bra on and started squeezing them. I kissed one of the breasts and squeezed the other one. I couldn’t control so I pulled up the bra and started sucking her nipples. She helped me in removing the bra.
I sucked her breasts one by one, and trust me, guys, it was one of the best feelings you can ever have. I moved down by kissing just below her breast and licked, kissed and sucked till her naval. I removed the shirt and shorts I was wearing. I pulled her bottom, and she was wearing a tight black mini short.
I kissed her thighs and slowly licked till the end of her shorts. She stopped me when I tried to remove it, and I understood that was the limit. I kissed her V over that short and moved on top of her. I dry fucked her, rubbed her V over her shorts, and we romanced for almost one and a half hours.
I felt the urge to cum, and finally, I came inside my innerwear. We laid down for 5 minutes, and I went to clean up. I had bought the Vodka for her, so we had a couple of pegs again as a break! Talking to her and spending time was all magical. We had food after the drinks and kept kissing in between.
She asked if she could leave. I was not ready to let her go. I hugged her, and again we started romancing for almost an hour. Then it was time for her to leave, as it was already 4 PM. I dropped her till the metro and came back.
The same evening we chatted, and I told her I was missing her. She sent me her topless pic, which again made my day. Though she had said it was a one-time meeting again, after a few days, we met. I picked her up from her place and traveled for almost 25 km to spend time with her at my place.
The romance was intense this time too. I sucked her breasts for too long, and this time I put my hands inside her shorts and squeezed her bum. I removed my innerwear without letting her know I rubbed my thing on her bum after pulling it down a bit. I am sure it would have touched her V with my precum.
She would have felt it. I turned her and kissed her more and more passionately, and I was naked. She is in her tight mini-shorts. I inserted my hand, and she held my hand. But still, I moved more and touched her V. I rubbed her for some time. Though I wanted to do more, I couldn’t.
I did not want to break her trust and whatever I was getting was more than enough. I loved every moment with her. We met a couple more times after that too. But she started avoiding me as I got closer to her. She was about to complete her doctorate.
We met a couple more times too, but she had to study for her final exams to get her doctorate. So we gave a break. Once the exams were over, she left for her hometown. After she came, she avoided meeting me. We were getting attached.
I don’t know if she loved me, but in a way, I loved her. I always cherish every moment she has given me.
I am sure I have disappointed a few as this did not have actual sex. But every word of this broken romance is a real incident I have tried to put up in words. I felt a shortage of words to define this relationship. But I am sure many people love something true between them.