Body of Words - 2
The Evening
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This part is somewhat of an independent read. However, I’ll strongly recommend you to read “Body of Words — 1” before starting this. Since u/vanilla4banana has plenty of erotic content of her own, I didn’t think it was necessary to generate art for her.
Previously
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The idea was simple — Yashna and a friend of hers (that’s what she had told me about Arun) were planning to visit Bombay for a weekend.
“I haven’t traveled just for fun in ages!” Yashna had said.
“Come to Bombay then. The weather isn’t too bad, and I can show you guys around,” I suggested. It wasn't the brightest idea for someone from Delhi to come to Bombay for a vacation. There were far better places to spend time with a "friend." Vacationing in a hill station beats dealing with the sweaty and dense crowds of Bombay any day.
“Are you suggesting we meet up?” Yashna replied. By then, we had moved to Discord, a much better platform for texting compared to Reddit.
“Yes,” I replied simply.
“Where would we be staying? At your place?”
“My place isn’t comfortable enough for three people. Besides, you guys probably would prefer a room of your own. I don’t have two rooms.”
Yashna responded after a couple of minutes, “Why would we need a room of our own? There’s nothing that you haven't seen. And, I'm not going to tell you which clip it is, but you have seen me having sex with him too.”
I chuckled. Of course. “Okay. But, I think it’s better if you guys check-in to a hotel. It will be a more comfortable couple of nights.”
It was late, close to 1 AM, and I was yet to finish editing a chapter of "The Fourth Wheel." It was a heady mix of things. I was reading about Sumera exposing her 18-year-old pussy to Avesh, and I was talking to an 18-year-old Yashna who was telling me that she was okay with me watching her have sex with her friend in front of him. Nidhi was already asleep in bed by then, and I didn't want to wake her up because I wanted some private time, so I decided to cut the conversation short.
“I can only commit to this weekend. Plan it, and let me know by tomorrow evening,” I texted her.
When I woke up the next day, she had sent a short text, “Let’s do it!”
On the morning Yashna and Arun were to arrive in Bombay, I was waiting at the Starbucks at Arrivals. I had never seen Yashna, and she had never seen me. Yes, we had each other's numbers, but I couldn't see her WhatsApp profile picture. That was probably because she had never saved my number, and I hadn't saved hers either. So, she wouldn't have been able to see my profile picture either. She was supposed to call me when they entered the Starbucks.
I had driven to the airport because catching a cab from Terminal 2 is a tiring task. I arrived around 10:45 AM, which was when their flight was supposed to land. I figured I'd have a strong cup of coffee before they arrived; we had a long day ahead of us.
"We've landed," I received a text from Yashna around 11 AM.
"I'm at the Starbucks. You'll see it right after you walk out," I replied, putting my phone away.
If I said I was pretty chill about it, I'd be lying. It's easy to blame uncharacteristic decisions on such things. I was tired, drunk, down, and horny. Asking a girl like Yashna to meet me had undertones and layers to it. Yes, I had seen a lot of her, like thousands of other men. Yes, I had watched her explicit content and fantasized about her petite 18-year-old body. There was something attractive about the casual and distant way she talked about sex. But, let's face it—when I was arranging to meet her, I had met her on Reddit, a place known for scams and trouble. There I was at 1 AM, inviting an adult content creator to "show her around the city."
You probably won't believe me, but I didn't actually want to have sex with Yashna. She was too young for me, and I knew her from the time when I did "The Wild Indica." My purpose was to document what she did, not to be a part of it. Then again, why would I want to show her around Bombay? Yes, the weather was great this time of year, but other than that, it was the same traffic, the same crowd, and the same concrete jungle.
Every time a couple walked into Starbucks, I would glance at them, trying to see if the girl was Yashna. Yes, that meant imagining every girl who walked in with fewer clothes. Let's not dwell on that.
When they finally walked in, it didn't take me long to recognize them. It was the face that gave it away, which was strange because the only time I had seen Yashna's face was in a picture where she was measuring the length of a penis against her face, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face.
Yashna was wearing a loose beige sweater-top and a pair of black jeans. I was surprised by how young she looked next to Arun. Arun was taller than her, probably a couple of inches taller than me too. He was looking around and noticed me staring at them. He tapped Yashna's shoulder and gestured towards me.
I smiled and raised my hand. It would have been awkward if they weren't Yashna and Arun.
They had two carry-ons and two slim suitcases. She had packed light, with barely anything to wear (which I found out later). As they walked towards me, I took a deep breath and exhaled.
Yashna had a broad smile on her face and said, “Hi.” Her voice, the first time I heard it, would stay with me forever. A little shrill, but with a playful undertone. I hadn't imagined her voice to be that way, especially after watching her explicit content and reading her explicit writings.
Yashna was overdressed for a Bombay autumn. She wore a grey woolen turtleneck sweater around her petite frame. Her jeans completed the casual yet put-together look. Despite the bold and raw persona of vanilla4banana, the girl who extended her hand was sweet and innocent.
I shook her hand and then turned my attention to Arun. He gave off a protective vibe, smiling at me with inquisitive eyes. I wouldn't know what Yashna had told him about me or the reason they had come to Bombay until I sat down to have a drink with Arun. But that's a story for later.
Before we sat down, Yashna unbuttoned her sweater. Despite my commendable efforts, my eyes lingered on her as she peeled off a layer of clothing, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath, loose and casual.
"So, what will you two drink?" I asked.
As Yashna and Arun checked into their hotel, I settled into a plush sofa in the lobby, scrolling through my phone and checking Google Maps for our estimated time of arrival at the first destination. Bombay had a relentless energy and plenty to offer, but at its core, it was a megacity. I didn't want us to spend most of our time in cabs, stuck in slow-moving traffic, and struggling to reach crowded places. Yashna and Arun probably knew all about it.
Instead, I wanted them to experience the raw energy of the city. According to my simple itinerary for the day, we were starting with the bustling lanes of Colaba Causeway, where we could explore an eclectic mix of street vendors, trendy boutiques, and historical buildings. It wasn't just a shopping destination; it was an immersion into Bombay's pulse. Lunch was planned at a nearby quaint café, known for its fusion of traditional and modern flavors.
The late afternoon was reserved for the Gateway of India. I anticipated that Yashna and Arun might not have seen the sea often. The sea can be humbling, a reminder that your problems mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. From there, a leisurely stroll to Marine Drive by sunset would offer them a panoramic view of the city's skyline, a blend of gothic architecture and modern skyscrapers.
My phone pinged, and I received a notification from Yashna's text.
Yashna: We'll be quick. We want to change out of these clothes.I looked up and saw them walk away. Yashna and I exchanged a smile, and I returned to checking my phone, waiting for their return. After a while, I approached the reception desk and inquired if there was an available room in the hotel. The receptionist's smile flickered for a moment, perhaps due to my earlier interaction with Yashna. He must have been curious about the situation, my role in the couple's visit, and why I was asking for a room. After a brief pause, he confirmed that there were rooms available.
"Should I book one for you?" he asked.
"No, thank you. I'm not sure about it," I replied.
I returned to the sofa and waited in quiet contemplation.
The ping of my phone broke the silence. It was Yashna again, but this time, she had sent photos.
I was accustomed to receiving photos from Yashna. Sometimes, she would send a simple photo of herself in bed, her pants pulled up to her crotch, revealing her thighs with marks left by the men she had been with. Other times, she would send photos with her mouth wide open, her tongue stretched, tempting as if she were awaiting someone to ejaculate into her mouth for her to swallow. Occasionally, she sent photos from her sessions with her partners, often adorned with semen, either on her belly, chin, or cheeks.
However, these photos were different. In these photos, she was posing in front of a mirror in the hotel room. She had stripped down to her bra and panties. I could see Arun in the background, out of focus but unmistakably half-naked. Countless men had seen Yashna's nakedness, or rather, the online persona of vanilla4banana. Yet here she was, in her innocence, playfully smiling in the mirror selfies.
What stood out the most in these photos was the presence of her face. Each image captured her expressions—a soft smile, a mischievous look, a gaze that seemed to hold a world of stories. These were not just images; they were glimpses of Yashna, revealing a vulnerability and authenticity that was rarely shown online.
Arun, subtly present in the background of each photo, contributed to their intimacy. His presence was not overwhelming but served as a gentle affirmation of their bond. He was part of her world yet allowed her the space to shine.
In these images, Yashna appeared as a young woman exploring her identity and relationships in a world where the boundaries between the public and private were constantly blurred.
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It was close to 8 PM, and all of us were pleasantly drunk, or at least, I was. Arun was drinking slowly, sipping only his second drink in the last hour. I, on the other hand, was on my fourth, and Yashna had just finished her third. We were at a cozy bar in South Bombay, the type that played chill music instead of forcing everyone to dance.
Yashna was seated beside me on the sofa, while Arun sat across from us. It had been a little awkward when it first happened—holding a woman's hand in the presence of another man who was intimate with her. But that's what Yashna insisted on doing. She initiated it first on Marine Drive, and then, when we found our seats, she slid over to my side, pressing her body against mine while Arun settled in front of us.
I stole a glance at Arun, attempting to detect any traces of jealousy, but all I saw was indifference. It seemed like he had witnessed such interactions before. I would later discover that he was the one responsible for editing Yashna's videos, creating clips of her engaging in various acts, and he did this for every encounter she had. But more on that later.
When Yashna had come down to the hotel lobby earlier, she looked beautiful. She had changed out of her jeans and into a black skirt and a white top. The top had a deep neckline, showcasing a beaded necklace she wore. Her hair was tied back in a single braid, giving her a more composed appearance. Looking at her, I couldn't help but wonder if she wore the same pair of lingerie she had sent me photos of.
At the restaurant, she sat beside me and laughed frequently. Yashna and Arun shared inside jokes that I wasn't privy to. However, whenever she laughed, she playfully slapped my thigh.
"Would you like another drink?" I asked her, discreetly touching her wrist under the table.
"Are you having another?" she inquired, leaning against me with her face close to mine.
I nodded and gently squeezed her wrist. I could have done it openly in front of Arun, but knowing that it was a hidden gesture added a thrilling element.
So, we ordered another round of drinks.
While waiting for the drinks to arrive, I excused myself to the smoking area.
"I'll come too," Yashna chimed in.
Outside, as I lit her cigarette, I watched her delicate fingers holding it—a hand I had seen countless times wrapped around various objects. Maybe it was the alcohol, but my thoughts began to intertwine. In that moment, I felt a little lost, unsure of what I was doing between these two individuals. Yes, Yashna was an adult content creator, and yes, the guy she had brought with her was her regular partner, who clearly knew her well. It was evident when Arun asked her if she had sent those photos to him. Arun handled her requests, payments, and overall management.
He was evidently protective of her, guiding her through the city even when she didn't need guidance. Yet, he was fine with her leaning against me openly. Chances are he knew that she had sent me photos from their hotel room.
"You're much quieter than I imagined. You type a lot, yet say so little," Yashna said, exhaling a plume of smoke. She coughed slightly, indicating that she wasn't a regular smoker.
"You're much sweeter than I imagined," I replied, lighting my own cigarette.
"Ouch!" she playfully slapped my arm. "I thought you'd say sexier."
I chuckled at her response. I thought for a moment before steering the conversation in a more profound direction.
"The photos you sent me from the hotel...what were they for?"
"You didn't like them?"
"I did. But Arun was right there," I asked, moving closer to her.
"Yeah," she took a careful drag of her cigarette and continued, "those photos were for a custom request. Someone wanted images of me in my bra and panties."
"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed that they weren't taken exclusively for me.
"I sent them without my face, of course," she added. I watched her smoke her cigarette, struggling but trying her best to embody the image of a girl who sells her nudes for money.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" I asked her.
"I'm tired. Maybe, we'll just go back to the hotel and sleep. We had planned to record, but I think we'll do that tomorrow during the day," Yashna talking about sex with the same casual tone I had come to expect from her.
"Do you never fuck without recording it?"
She looked at me, puzzled, tilting her head slightly while glancing at her almost-finished cigarette. "No," she replied, shaking her head slowly. "I can't remember the last time I did that."
"Seriously?" I asked, taking her cigarette from her and making sure to touch her fingers. I extinguished it and then did the same to mine, grabbing another one for myself.
Yashna seemed lost in her thoughts, trying to recall the last time she had felt a dick inside her just for the fun of it and not for content.
"There are days when I fuck with four different men, swallowing their cum," she said, looking at me with a mischievous smile. "You know, my longest streak of swallowing cum was 73 days. It only ended because I got sick and couldn't go out." There was a certain pride in her voice.
I chuckled, "And today? Have you swallowed any cum?"
"No, we didn't have the time," she said, glancing at Arun.
"Well, you still have many hours before the day ends. I'm sure you won't have to break your streak today," I remarked, smoking my cigarette. "You're on vacation; treat it like one."
Yashna looked at me and smiled. She placed her elbows on the table in front of her and leaned over. The dim lighting in the smoking area accentuated the innocence in her eyes, a stark contrast to the explicit online persona of vanilla4banana that I had seen and indulged in.
"What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" she asked me.
It was a seemingly simple question, but one that was complicated to answer. I had no plans for the evening or the entire weekend. After they left for the hotel, I would likely take a quiet ride back to my place, scrolling through Reddit, commenting on my posts, or searching for new content to post. I might type a few thousand words along the way, just to pass the time, words that might never see the light of day. In a way, Yashna and I were alike—always in search of content, always looking for the next thing that would captivate our audience, whether through her body or my words.
However, I had come to enjoy their company despite the initial awkwardness of holding her hand or being touched by her in front of Arun, who, for all intents and purposes, was her boyfriend. I realized I had been silent for too long.
"I don't know, probably just head home and sleep," I replied.
"Really? You don't have anyone to fuck tonight?" Yashna asked bluntly.
I smacked my lips and smiled at the brashness of her question. Maybe it was time for me to be equally candid.
"Well, I canceled my plans when I saw those photos you sent from the hotel room. I thought I might be seeing even less of you soon," I said, glancing around, then slipping my hand inside her skirt, touching her panty.
She flinched and immediately straightened herself. "What are you doing?"
I grabbed her assand pulled her closer to me. For the first time that day, I reciprocated her intimacy. Her ass, which I had seen naked so many times, was finally in my grasp. I had seen her play with butt-plugs, so I knew how it looked. Yet, as I squeezed her buttocks through her panties, it felt intimate.
Her arms were raised and folded, creating a distance between us even in that embrace.
"What are you doing?" Her question was now more deliberate.
"Invite me to your room," I said as I stubbed out my cigarette, placing my other hand on the small of her back. At that moment, I might have noticed curious eyes on us had I looked around, but it didn't matter. In that moment, it was just the two of us, even in that bustling area, even with Arun nearby.
Yashna parted her lips. They were moist and quivering. I continued to squeeze her ass, but this time she pushed me away. I let her go and leaned against a small table in the smoking area.
"I don't do this," she finally said, looking down at her feet. At that moment, she appeared to be the college girl she truly was, as if she had been reprimanded for failing to complete an assignment.
In that moment, I made up my mind. I had to fuck with her. I needed to break through whatever barrier existed, preventing her from being herself—a girl who loved being seen.
I let out an audible sigh and said, "What do you think will happen in that room?"
She looked up, her eyes uncertain. She adjusted her skirt, running her hand down her back to ensure it was straight.
"We both know what will happen," she replied.
I shook my head and shrugged. "Nope. I don't know. If I knew what would happen, that would be boring. I don't do boring."
I retrieved my pack of cigarettes and pocketed it. Yashna thought we were leaving and started to move. But I stood in her way and said, "Tell me, what will happen?"
She smiled nervously, her smile clashing with the vanilla4banana persona I had seen and engaged with.
"I'll talk to Arun," she said, touching my arm.
I glanced at her touch and stepped aside. Yashna tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and started walking. I followed closely behind her, watching her ass—the same ass I had groped not long ago.
We reached our rooms around 9:30 PM at night. Yashna and Arun walked up to their room first, while I checked into a separate room. The hotel staff gave me a curious look, as they didn't see any luggage or a small carry-on with me.
"When will you be checking out, sir?" the receptionist asked.
"Tomorrow, after breakfast," I replied, handing over my card and ID.
My phone buzzed, and I received a text from Yashna.
Yashna: 1251Me: Why don't you guys come to my room? The sheets will be un-creased.
"Sir, here's your key card. Breakfast will start at 7 AM," the receptionist informed me with a practiced smile.
As I rode the elevator to my floor, I texted Yashna.
Me: 1013
Yashna: Okay. Let me know when we should be there.As I exited the elevator and walked toward my room, I couldn't help but smile at the twist of my words and the change in context. Initially, the plan was for Yashna to invite me to her room, but here I was, inviting vanilla4banana and her boyfriend to my room. I used the word "boyfriend" loosely.
As I write this, I realize that I know much more about Arun than I do about Yashna. He is the guy who has always been there for her, watching her get suck dicks, filming her and editing videos of getting fucked from behind by men twice her age, and even browsing through the dick pics that men send to her for rating. Despite all of this, he stands by her, naked and aroused, recording her and pleasuring himself, all because of that smile—the smile that Yashna gives after draining a man of his cum.
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She's a gem. Been following her and her customer too. Honestly she's a key to success cause after getting in touch with her my most of the problems got solved itself. My mom used to tell me that right girl is not less than a goddess(not a kinky one). She is lucky for me in every way.