Desi Sex Stories Hello everyone! I am Vihan, back after a very long time. I had written a couple of stories before, but I lost my email ID a while back. I had to create a new one and find some motivation to write a new story. So, here I am.
Today’s story is for someone I met through this website. Yes, it’s a real story. The story is about my lovely friend, Vaishu! This was a few years ago when I had written a story on tattoos and piercings.
After reading my stories, Vaishu reached out to me over Google Chat. She found the concept quite appealing—a woman being seduced while getting a tattoo.
She certainly did not entertain the idea of getting a nipple piercing. Nevertheless, she was interested in talking to me and had genuinely liked my writing.
On the first day of chatting, I proposed having a call with her. She readily agreed. My intention with her was quite clear – to get into bed with her. But I was a bit hesitant because this would be my first time with a reader. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if it was a creepy asshole at the other end.
With that scepticism, I decided to get on a call with her. I remember stepping out of my house that night to call her over Google Chat. I was a bit nervous. I would have been really pissed if it had turned out to be someone making fun of me at the other end. I called her at the pre-decided time.
The call was answered, but I kept mum. I just wanted to hear the voice from the other end to make sure it was a woman. The moment she said, “Hello,” it was confirmed that it was her. I mentioned to her that I had been a bit nervous about calling her that day.
Vaishu said, “Arre adhi sangaycha na, mi tula adhich clarify kela asta. Nervous kaay zhalas, veda!” (Why didn’t you say so, idiot!)
That was it. Immediately, on the very first call, we became comfortable with each other. That was our first conversation over the phone. She told me that she had to sneak out of her house for a walk to call me. We got talking, and I got to know more about her.
Vaishu was around 33 years old at the time. Both of us lived in the same city, Pune, but at opposite ends. She worked in an IT firm and had gotten married a few years earlier. It was a love marriage.
Me: Tuzha jar love marriage ahe tar mag tu stories var kashi? (If it’s a love marriage, then how did you end up here?)
Vaishu: Awadatat mala vachayla stories. Lockdown pasun ch vachayla chalu kelya timepass karayla. (I like reading stories. Started during the lockdown.)
Me: Accha…mag mazhya shi bolayla kahi problem nahiye na tula? (Do you have any problem continuing this conversation?)
Vaishu: Bolayla kaay problem? Apan thodi kahi chukicha kartoy? (why not? We are simply talking. We aren’t doing anything wrong?)
Me: Ani tuzhya ghari kalala tar? (What if someone finds out?)
Vaishu: Kasa kalel? Mazha navra kahi phone check karat nahi. Ani kalala tar sangen, ek koni tari friend ahe mhnun. (How will they come to know? No one checks my phone. They would know if I tell them.)
Me: Accha… mag bhetayla awdel ka tula? Let’s go out on a date?
Vaishu: Hmm… baghu… (let’s see)
I could sense a bit of hesitation on her part. I wasn’t sure whether she had the same intentions as I did, and I didn’t want to ruin the conversation by asking her anything about it. So, I decided to take it slow. I kept talking to her and indulged in a bit of casual flirting. Playing it very safe.
She gradually became more comfortable with me. She started sharing stories about her in-laws and how they came from a rather strict background. She told me that she had to wear a ghunghat while living with them.
She would also casually joke about how she would be fine telling her sister-in-law about this new online friend of hers. I asked her, “What will she think of you if you tell her about this?”
Vaishu: Kahi nahi. Changli ahe ti. Amhi sagla share karto. Ti mhanel, “Tu vahin, tu happy ahes na, mag theeke. Tula je havay te kar.” (nothing really. she is a nice girl. will understand if I tell her.)
Knowing that she was open to even telling her sister-in-law about our conversations, I could sense that she was ready to take the game up a notch. So, I decided to try my luck.
There was this one time when I had gone drinking with a few of my friends. She was out having dinner with her husband, and we were texting each other. Being drunk, I took the opportunity to tease her a bit.
Me: Navrya barobar bore hot asel tar mi yeu ka entertain karayla? (Let me know if you are bored with your husband; I am available for entertainment)
Vaishu: Tula kon mhnla bore hotay? (Who said I am bored?)
Me: Navrya brobr astana mazhya shi bolties mhnje nakkich mazhyat kahi tari jasta interesting ahe. (You are talking to me while being with your husband. It’s apparent.)
Vaishu: Hmm.
Me: Chal yeto mi Magarpatta la. Mg jauya long drive la. (Let me pick you up from Magarpatta, let’s go on a long drive.)
Vaishu: Ani kaay karaycha? (and?)
Me: Well, it’s a romantic night. It’s raining, so let’s enjoy each other’s company. Coffee piu ani chaan gani aikat ek mekanchya mithit zopuya. (We’ll have coffee and listen to nice songs.)
Vaishu: Hmm.
Me: Ani mag ek kiss to seal the night? Mag tula hava asel tar ratri sodto tula ghari, kinva raha mazhya brbr. (and a kiss to the night?)
Vaishu: No reply.
Me: Kaay ga? Yeu ka ghyayla? (Should I come to get you?)
Vaishu: No reply.
I thought she had gotten offended and that maybe I had crossed the line.
Me: Sorry, tula changla nasel vatla tar. Anyway, chal mi nighto. Ghari jaychay. Nntr boluya. (Sorry if you are offended. Need to go head home now)
Vaishu: Ghari kasa janares? Koni ahe ka sodayla? (How will you go home? do you have anyone to drop you home?)
Me: Ho, ahe. (Yes)
Vaishu: Savkash ja. Pochlas ki message kar. (Travel safe. text me once you reach home)
Me: Ho karto. (sure)
I then sent her a kissing emoji. The next morning, I woke up to a good morning text from her.
Me: Morning.
Vaishu: Kaal ghari pochlas ka neet? (Did you reach home safe)
Me: Ho, pochlo. (yes)
Vaishu: Mg text ka nahi kelas? (Why didn’t you text back?)
Me: Visarlo. (I forgot)
Vaishu: I was worried for you.
Me: Sorry. Next time pasun tula na sangta kahi karnar nahi. (Will keep it in mind to text you next time.)
Vaishu: Hmm… good boy.
I can’t express it in words, but I felt that her behaviour changed after that night. She became a bit closer and started saying things like how she worried about me. She started trusting me a bit more and opening up further.
Although I don’t think I did anything different to make her feel that way, I could clearly sense a change. In my mind, I was just casually flirting and having some fun. But her attitude the following morning felt different.
I decided to take advantage of the situation and proposed that we meet. We decided to meet at Phoenix Mall in Pune on one of the weekends.
Our conversations then turned towards what we would do when we met. She joked, “Pahile tar mi tuzha Aadhar card check karin.” (Will check your Aadhar card)
Me: Ka? Aadhaar card ka? (Why?)
Vaishu: Tuzha kharach naav Vihan ahe ka check karayla. Aplya generation madhe Vihan naav suit nahi hot. (just need to make sure your names is Vihan, sounds like a Genz name)
Me: Mg kaay ghalun yenares mala bhetayla? (What are you planning to wear to the meet?)
Vaishu: Tuch saang kaay ghalu? (Haven’t thought about it. do you have anything in mind?)
Me: Kahi nahi ghatla tar uttam.(maybe just don’t weat anything)
Vaishu: Chalel, pana lavun yete.(okay, will drape some leaves)
Both: Hahahaha.
We also spoke about how I wanted to take her to a movie at Phoenix Mall. She knew my intentions very well.
Me: Movie la jaycha ka? (Should we go for a movie?)
Vaishu: Nako. Andharat tu chaale karshil. (No need. You will get gutsy in the dark)
Me: Kasle kaand? (Gutsy how?)
Vaishu: Tech je tuzhya manat ahe te. Kaal raatri sangat hotas te. (She was referring to the drunk texts.) (the same things that you had in mind the other night)
Me: Te tar mi drunk hoto. (Trying to save myself a bit.) (c’mon that was a drunk text)
Vaishu: Haha, no… You were in your hosh-o-hawas.
Both: Hahahaha.
The morning of our meeting, we were both excited and a bit nervous. It had become a ritual for her to wake me up with a good morning text. I woke up to her text and my morning wood. I couldn’t control it.
Vaishu: Morning! Utha chala… bhetaycha ahe na aaj? (We are meeting today, right?)
Me: Ho, bhetnare na… pn atta alas bharlay… bed varun uthavasa nahi vatate. Tu kaay karties? (Yes, but I feel lazy in the morning. What are you up to?)
Vaishu: Cooking breakfast.
Me: One day we should cook together.
Vaishu: Accha?
Me: Yeah… it will be very romantic. Both of us standing in the kitchen, kneading the dough together, cutting vegetables together. I’ll be standing behind you, hugging you the whole time and stealing a few kisses during the process.
Vaishu: Sakali sakali ekdam romantic zhalay koni tari. (someone’s quite romantic early morning)
Me: Ho… ye na tu pn… cuddle karuya masta. (Yeah, I am. Come join me. let’s cuddle)
Vaishu: Hmm… ale.(sure, joining)
I was surprised that she said that.
Me: Ahh… it feels so good to have you in my arms. You make me feel so warm on this cold morning. I feel like tucking those strands of hair behind your ear and kissing your face and your forehead.
Vaishu: Bass… itka romantic zhalas tar bhetlya vr jump karel mi tuzhya vr. (stop. don’t be so romantic that I jump on you when you meet)
Me: Fakta jump nako karus… kiss pn kar.(Don’t just jump. Kiss.)
Vaishu: 😘😘😘😘
Me: Oye hoye… isi ke liye toh ruke the. 😘😘😘😘
Vaishu: Bass, chal uth ata… awar ani bhet mala.
Me: Ho, uthato… Need to iron my clothes. Planning to wear a short kurta from Zara with blue denims.
Vaishu: Oho… Zara vgere. Konala tari impress karaycha plan ahe vatata sahebancha. (Seems like someone’s in a mood to impress)
Me: Ho mhnje kaay… special date ahe aaj mazhi.(It’s a special date. Of course I have to!)
Me: Bara, tu kaay ghalnares? (What are you planning to wear?)
Vaishu: Tech. (the same old)
Me: Kaay? (What?)
Vaishu: Pana? (leaves?)
Both: Hahahaha.
We got busy with our schedules and preparing for our meeting that afternoon. The plan was to meet after lunch at around 2 PM. Around 1:30 PM, she texted me to check how far away I was.
I told her I would reach in 15–20 minutes. I reached the mall and was roaming around while waiting for her. I went to the first floor and did some window shopping. That’s when I got her text.
Vaishu: I have reached. Where are you?
Me: I am on the first floor, standing in front of Van Heusen.
Vaishu: Alech. (coming)
That’s when it hit me that I was finally going to meet her. My heart was beating faster. I was a bit anxious. Excited. There were a lot of things running through my mind. Mind you, I had never seen her before this. Every time I had asked her for a picture, she had told me to wait until we met.
The time was finally here. In a few moments, I was going to meet a married woman whom I had met through a sex stories website. This was wild!
A few moments later, she called and told me that she was on the first floor, walking towards the Van Heusen store. “I am right in front of it,” I said. “Oh yes, I see you now,” she replied. My eyes were still searching for her. Then, in a split second, I spotted her walking towards me with a smile.
She was wearing a fringe white top with denim jeans. She had curly black hair and a wheat-ish complexion. She was a bit chubby but had the right amount of fat in the right places. I walked up to her with a smile and gave her a gentle hug.
Me: Mala vatla pana lavun yenar hotis. Tu tar kapde ghalun alis ki. (I thought you were going to drape leaves around you.)
Vaishu: Hatt… chawat kuthla.(hatt..naughty boy)
She slapped my arm playfully.
Me: Hahaha… it is so nice to see you and finally meet you. Come, give me another proper hug.
This time around, I did not hold back. I gave her a tight hug, with my arms just above her hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck. People passing by probably thought we were a couple. I whispered into her ear that she looked very pretty.
She blushed and, while tucking her hair behind her ear, softly said, “Thanks!” When I hugged her tight, that’s when I realised she had big assets (both front and back). I was curious to know how big they are.
I then took her to the Irish Café, where we spent almost two hours talking to each other. We spoke about a lot of things—her job, her marriage, and my work. We behaved like two friends who had met after a long time and were catching up on every possible detail of each other’s lives.
I also got to know that she read a lot of Marathi books. I asked her to recommend one to me. I kept looking deep into her eyes while she was speaking. Every time I did that, she blushed. As she spoke so passionately about her favourite book, a few strands of hair kept falling across her face.
It was such a romantic, cinematic moment. I slowly raised my hand towards her face. She looked at me, slightly confused, but continued talking. I gently tucked the strands of hair behind her ear. Then I cupped her face with my left palm and kept looking at her.
She couldn’t speak anymore. She was blushing. Her eyes wandered around, checking if anyone was watching. She couldn’t look at me anymore. She lowered her gaze, smiling and blushing.
Me: Jauyat ka mag movie la? (Shall we go for a movie?)
Vaishu: (Looking at me, a bit surprised and excited.) Aaj nako… ushir hoil ghari jayla. Punha kevha tari jauya. (Not today. It will be late. Some other time)
Me: Hmm… theeke. Chal mag khali Crossword la jauya. I want to buy your favorite book to read.
Her eyes lit up when I said that. Excitedly, she said, “Chal, I will buy you the book as a gift for our first meeting.”
Me: Oh, so it’s confirmed that we are meeting again!
Vaishu: Veda… chal. (idiot, let’s go!)
As soon as we stepped outside the restaurant, I held her hand and started walking towards Crossword. She was smiling the whole time. I guess neither of us could believe that this was actually happening.
Inside Crossword, we started looking for the book. We were standing in an aisle that was practically empty. She was looking for the book, and as soon as she found it, she called me over and started showing it to me. I slid next to her, looking at both her and the book.
I made my move and gently placed my right hand on her hip. While she was speaking, she immediately turned her head towards me, widened her eyes, and looked at me, hinting that I should stop since we were in a public place. I shook my head as if telling her that it was fine.
No one could see us here. We were safe. She continued talking and moved a little closer to me. I kept my hand on her hip, gently caressing it without much movement, so that if anyone happened to look at us, they would probably think we were just another couple, with the guy’s hand resting on his girlfriend’s hip.
This continued for a good five to ten minutes. We decided to head home as it was getting late. She bought me the book as a gift. We were in the parking lot, saying goodbye to each other.
Vaishu: Pustak vaach ani saang mala awdtay ka te. (let me know how you like the book)
Me: Ho, vachto. Majja ali aaj tula bhetun. (Yes, I will. It was lovely to meet you)
Vaishu: Ho, mala pn chaan vatla. (Same here. felt really nice!)
We leaned in to hug each other. She was giving me a gentle hug when I pulled her closer. I heard a soft “ahh” escape her lips. I hugged her tightly. Even in the parking lot, she didn’t seem to mind it much.
She hugged me back properly. This is when I experienced her assets on my body again. Curiosity got the better off me and I became a bit bold and asked her:
Me: Ek vicharaycha hota? (wanted to ask you something)
Vaishu: Kaay te? (what?)
Me: Tuzha size kaay ahe? (what’s your size)
Vaishu: Hmm… pure zhala fazhil pana. (Saying this, she playfully pushed me.) (Enough with your shamelessness. Let me leave)
She was smiling, and I was laughing.
I asked her, “Punha kadhi bhetaycha?” (When do we meet next?)
Vaishu: Baghu, tharvuya. (let’s see. we will decide?)
Me: Next time pana lavun yeshil na? (next time no excuses. You have to wear leaves)
Vaishu: Hahaha… ho, pana lavun yein… veda. Chal, bye. (hahah sure!)
Saying this, she left. I left as well. Midway home, I got a text from her.
Vaishu: Savkash ja ani ghari jaun text kar. Also, I had a lot of fun today. I think we should meet again soon.
Me: (I was dead after reading that message.) Of course, Vaishu. Anything for you.
Vaishu: Hmm… BTW, it’s 38E. See you soon!
That was it. I was clean bowled by that text.
Me: Thank you, babe.
We continued talking to each other day and night. Conversations turned into sexts. Calls turned into video calls. Soon, we started sharing pictures with each other. Pictures turned into nudes. I discovered the wild side of her that craved something romantic and rough.
I also discovered her kinky side, which wanted to get a couple’s massage and do it in a spa. There was lots and lots more, all of which will be revealed in the next series of stories. But there is a small catch. I genuinely want to write more about Vaishu and me, and I want to do so while having her beside me.
But, as I said earlier, I lost my email ID a while back. With that, I lost complete touch with her. I also lost her contact details. Since then, I have been trying to get back in touch with her, but all in vain. This is my chance to reach out to her again. I miss her.
I know she is a reader here, and I hope she reads this story, which is dedicated to her and based on her. Of course, some parts of the story have been fictionalised, but there are enough hints in it for her to know that I am talking about my Vaishu.
So, Vaishu, if you are reading this, reach out to me at this email ID – [email protected]. I am waiting to hear from you. Yours lovingly, Vihan.