Concupiscence - Issue#11
About a Scandal
Last week has been exciting. I finally managed to make sales on the first book that I put together - Untying the Knots. I have entirely given up on getting the book up and running on the Indian Kindle Store. There maybe something silly that I had missed. I’ll soon be completing the manuscript for Reeti to Rita, and hopefully I am able to correct my mistakes when I publish it on KDP. As of now, as a work around, I have published my book as a product on Gumroad. I have made two sales by emailing the book directly to the donors on my Buy Me a Coffee page. Gumroad route is much easier, and if you are looking for a complete read about Manan and Ishita, Untying the Knots: A Decadent Story about Sex and Freedom should be a fun read.
An Evening with Girls has been a hit! When I started writing it, I thought it would be one of those stories which will be a slog. In fact, I started writing it in the draft of Issue#10. Eventually the story got longer, and it ended up being a link in Issue#10. Two parts of the story are out. I am pretty sure, I will need two more parts to tell the story of Gurleen, Anvi and Nargis.
While I am in touch with all the three girls, I talk with Gurleen and Anvi the most, more with Gurleen and Anvi. I sent Gurleen the first two stories. She didn’t like how much time I spent talking about her thick thighs. And she told me, that she was unfazed when I had asked Anvi out for a smoke. I believe her. Oh, and she liked the NightCafe illustrations about her, but told me that my profile picture (which is also a NightCafe illustration) is much hotter than me :-(
Writing Reeti to Rita has become difficult. I’m at the fourth chapter, and I am already way off the handwritten pages. It is taking more time that I had thought it would. And frankly, An Evening with the Girls is much too fun to write about at this point.
The Wild Indica has been very empty. All my leads for interviews have gone cold. I spent a week, interviewing a Redditor, but then decided not to write about her, because of an obvious red flag. She would not send any pictures other than the ones posted on her profile, not even pictures from her everyday life, with face cropped off. There can always be an innocent explanation for this, however, more often than not, I think it’s somebody posting from a stash of pictures of their exes, and with commendable photoshop skills for the verification pictures. For anyone reading this, if you know some genuine Redditors (brown), who are interactive in the comments at the least, do give a shout out to me.
Asking India
r/India was probably one of the first subreddits that I had joined. I think it’s the first subreddit that is recommended when you sign-up at Reddit. However, I have hardly been active on the subreddit. Last week though, I asked two questions. The first one was about this saffron controversy in Besharam Rang and the second one was about the consumption of erotica.
Both of these questions got ample traction. About Besharam Rang, there was a consensus that it was a non-issue. While I like the song, and it has been stuck in my mind, a lot of the commentators found the beats mediocre, including the choreography.
The second question, which I think is more relevant, if you are reading this, was about people still reading erotica. As it turns out, there are a lot of Indians who love erotica. The common complain was that the sex stories in Hindi were sub-par. People loved the stories in their regional languages. People love stories with build-up, and a detailed sex scene rather than sentences like ‘I inserted my dick inside her pussy’. The question was not about promoting this newsletter or any of my work, but I couldn’t resist referencing my work. It was a lot of motivation to know that there are so many people out there, who prefer reading erotica over porn.
About a Scandal
The other day I was having drinks with a few of my friends. We were catching up after a long time, so there was a lot to talk about. Most of these guys have been married or been together with someone for a couple of years. I don’t mind being the odd-ball. While they know about my promiscuity and fickle relationships, they have no idea that I have been writing about sex for months.
I mention all this, because one of my friends, Jitesh, told me about a scandal in the society he lives in. Jitesh has been married the longest among us. From a nice Gujrati family, he is the only one of us who doesn’t drink, but still hangs-out with us. A sweet guy, but he has a weakness for gossip. I know him since college, and he was one of the first people to tell me about Arunika and her reputation in college. He hasn’t changed much, even after a decade.
So, the scandal. In Jitesh’s society, there are strict rules against renting apartments to single women and men. There were strict rules against renting apartments to ‘unmarried couples’ (this is one of the most Indian phrases ever, in very close competition with ‘good name’). So, the scandal was around these rules.
A couple in their early 30s had recently moved into the society, Ritika and Rohan. They befriended an older woman, Sneha. Sneha is in her late 30s, recently divorced. There was a rumor that she fucked other men, because her husband was impotent from being an alcoholic. That happens often. Sneha wasn’t a tenant, so the rules for her were different. She lived alone, and soon got very close to Ritika and Rohan. One thing led to another, and soon they were fucking. According to Jitesh, Sneha always looked like someone who was starved for sex (his words, not mine). So, he thinks that it was Sneha who seduced the couple, by wearing tight salwar suits and going to their flat thrice a week.
How did everyone know so much about the three? It’s easy to keep a secret when only three consenting adults are involved. But when you add 5 more? Now, that would be a problem.
There was another couple, well, mostly a girl. Aradhana. Young and timid, she had recently started working. Aradhana’s husband, Kisan would be seen entering her place now and then. The rent agreement was in the name of the married couple, with a legit looking marriage certificate as a proof.
The only catch was, Kisan was gay. Jitesh told me that he always thought there was something ‘wrong’ with him, even though he had met Kisan only in passing. Even at that instance, Kisan was with a taller guy, who was very handsy with Kisan.
Aradhana and Kisan were indeed married. It was a marriage of necessity. They worked in the same office, and they both had a terrible time looking for roommates. Kisan was not openly gay, however, every roommate he stayed with, eventually deduced that his ‘friends from work’ were actually men whom he would fuck. These peeved out straight roommates, would soon decide to part ways with Kisan. Kisan couldn’t afford a flat on his own, unless he added a couple more hours to his commute.
Aradhana, was new to the city. Coming from a family with feeble means, she had responsibilities. She sent most of the salary to her family in Bhopal. With the rest, it was difficult to sustain in Bombay. She too had difficulty finding roommates, but Jitesh had no theory about why it’d be difficult for her. According to him, Aradhana was a cute and short girl, quick to smile, and dressed in ‘sober Indian clothes’. Whatever the reasons were, Aradhana and Kisan got married. They didn’t tell their families about it, of course. They got themselves registered, and found a place in a ‘decent’ society, which was close to their offices.
Kisan was active on LGBTQ dating apps. In the first couple of months, he refrained from bringing any men to his flat. However, security guards soon started seeing Kishan come back home, with a new guy every other day. Jitesh was certain that Aradhana watched them having sex, and that she was a victim in all this. That Kisan scammed her into a sexless marriage, and ruined her life. There’s no way of knowing the truth in this.
All this would have still been fine, if Rohan didn’t end up matching with Kisan on the app. Rohan hadn’t seen Kisan in the society compounds. It was only after when Kisan started driving that he realized that they lived in the same compound. Rohan and Kisan spent the night. It is said that Kisan and Rohan kept hooking up for weeks. Aradhana and Ritika knew each other, but Aradhana didn’t tell Ritika about their husbands intimate meetings and their hours-long love making.
Things were going smooth, with everyone getting what they wanted. Jitesh was disgusted with how all these people lived with themselves, knowing that their spouses were sharing their private parts with others.
So, how did Jitesh knew so much?
Because of a video that was posted by Praveen. Jitesh showed us the video. Praveen, and two other guys lived in an apartment on the same floor as Aradhana. Praveen had a crush on Aradhana, and didn’t care that she was married. In the video that was posted by him, which was edited in the way of a True Crime documentary, Praveen was bold enough to say that Aradhana didn’t ‘look’ like she was happy in the marriage.
The documentary didn’t clarify how they managed to install a camera in Aradhana and Kisan’s bedroom. But they used a lot of footage from the video. The first clips showed Kisan sleeping alone. Aradhana and Kisan did not share a bed. The voiceover (by Praveen) declared that he was right in deducing that Aradhana was not getting the pleasures of marriage.
The second clip, which Jitesh could not look at, showed Rohan and Jitesh kissing and undressing each other. The clip jumped to a time when they were both naked. Kisan was on his knees, sucking Rohan. The next cut showed Kisan bending over, to let Rohan take him from behind. The third clip showed them rubbing their dicks together, when Aradhana walked in. The couple who were rubbing their dicks together, didn’t seem to care that a girl had walked in. Aradhana too, seemed to have come to the room to pick up her laptop.
The voiceover continued in a menacing tone, expressing his disgust at the very act of two men fucking. The voiceover was horrified to see Aradhana having to witness her husband being fucked in the ass by another man.
The plot thickened when these jobless guys managed to install a camera in Rohan and Ritika’s bedroom. They wanted to see if Ritika was unhappy too. The voiceover was surprised to see the first clip, which showed Ritika riding her husband. The video didn’t censor her naked tits, bounce as she bounced on her husband’s dick. She sucked him too, just as Kisan was sucking him.
And then, there was the clip which involved Sneha too. Sneha, who was a sensation in the society already, being an extremely fuckable divorcee, was seen to be eating Ritika’s pussy, while Rohan fucked her from behind. The video didn’t censor Sneha’s naked body either. She was darker than Ritika, obvious even in the low quality pictures that these guys managed to record. But the older Sneha was much more expressive in the way she threw back her ass onto Rohan’s dick.
The video concluded by telling the members of the society to be aware of these ‘sins’ in their very own society.
At the end of the story, Jitesh was sad. There was an FIR against Praveen and his two roommates. Kisan and Rohan had lodged it. And, despite the entire scandal, there was no case that could be registered against Ritika, Sneha, Aradhana, Rohan and Kisan. Jitesh shook his head as he rued the legal system, which punished guys like Praveen who did the ‘right’ thing.
You might be wondering, why I am friends with Jitesh. Well, even though he had gotten the entire story wrong, without him I would have never heard of scandals and rumours. After all, without that small seed of rumor about Arunika, I would have never thought that she was an easy lay. And without him, I would have never heard about this ‘scandal’. The story warmed my heart, except for the tragedy of being recorded without consent, and to have their breasts and dicks out in public without wanting to do so.
That’d be all in this issue. Before the next issue, I should be able to publish the remaining two parts of An Evening with the Girls and maybe even get around finishing Reeti to Rita.
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