Concupiscence - Issue#9
Back from the break
I have been guilty of not posting regularly in the past, especially in the months when I was caught up with work (the thing that pays the bills) and with life stuff. The worst of those gaps had been when I didn’t have the motivation to write, or nothing interesting happened that was worth writing. Well, it’s mostly more of the first, since, almost anything can be interesting, if told in a certain way.
I am not much of a traveler. I am creature of comfort, with all sorts of things and people to do at home (at least, in the same city). So, this vacation was the sort that I took to break out of the rut. Where I went, was not a tourist-y place. It was one of my first criteria. There this place, which I refuse to name, which is like any other place in India, except it was without broadband internet. I had not packed my laptop, and I stayed away from mobile internet too. Barely used my phone, except to check-in with Nidhi now and then. She has been extremely supporting in all this.
There were no places to see, and I stayed in a one room kitchen, for a month. It was cold. Well, at least colder than Bombay. It was quiet. There were monkeys and peacocks on the roads, a snake bite kit in the room and loud bird noises. No dogs around though, the guards at the compound gate were diligent about that. So, what did I do all day?
I wrote on paper, with a pen. I have not written this much with my hand in over a decade. I never had the best penmanship and a decade of non-practice meant that my hand pained after even 15 minutes of writing. And in 15 minutes of writing, I could hardly get through a scene in which the girl was taking off her bra. Writing with a pen was more deliberate, but it also meant that my imagination was way faster than my writing. I can type as fast as I can think, but I write very slowly.
The result? I would get all too excited after writing a paragraph, and ended up jerking off to something that was only on my mind and not on paper. There were no visual aids of course, because porn required internet. Solitude that heightens the voices in the head.
I was back in the city last Wednesday. When I’d left for the vacation I had thought that I’d write an issue that Thursday, but I didn’t have anything to write about in this space, after a break of hyper-stimulating subreddits with naked women and cum glazed faces. I couldn’t think of any listicle that I could write, or a gallery of pictures that I could post.
Fiction Content
I wrote 40,000 words last month. That’s not a lot, considering that it was over a period of 30 days. And that’s just about 1300 words per day. A single part of my multi-part stories would be 4000 words long. So, that’s not much, but it’s certainly a head-start.
Reeti was the first character that I wrote about. Reeti is a young village girl and hers is a story about a lusty journey. I must confess, I have never lived in a village. I don’t consider it as a privilege, because there are a lot of conversations about India that I don’t get to be part of. Whatever I know about an Indian village comes from second-hand sources — from colleagues, from books, from Hindi sops. So, writing about a character like Reeti was challenging. I had to quickly transport her to an urban household to maintain some semblance of realism.
I strongly believe that desires of men and women are not very different whether, they are in a small village which isn’t on Google Maps or living on the 21st floor in Bandra. When the clothes are stripped away, and the door is closed, and it’s just the bodies. The deficiencies and surpluses of privilege withers away. Yes, there are different social structures. The social structures tell us what we can and cannot have. But, all that is fluid and with a population of 1.3 billion, you’d be hardpressed not to find someone with a set of desires that you are looking for.
Here’s a rundown of upcoming stories and characters —
Reeti to Rita
Reeti to Rita is a story of innocent lust. She was only 19 when she was married off. It changed her life, and it took her some time realize how large the scale of changes was. Reeti is a sweet girl, clueless about the desires that had always been inside her. There are so many things that she didn’t even know that she could feel. It’s always exciting to write about a young character — everything is a surprise, everything filled with a rush. It’s a story of incest, it’s a story about things going out of control, it’s about getting more than one bargained for and all in all, it’s a story about sex. I have posted the Part 1 and Part 2 of the story. I will shortly be publishing the Part 3. Rest of the story though, will be available as an ebook. I am yet to put together the book so, the book may never come to fruition. But, do you think it’s better for the story to be as a book, where a reader can have more coherence, rather than following a series of links?
The Truth
This is a rather short story. While writing this, I felt like I spoke in a voice which is different from what I am used to writing in. It’s a story about an urban couple (I know, I was binary about choices of where the characters are from). Ahana and Dhruv are a couple in their early 30s. The story is more about their marriage, and the things that happen to married couple, even when they love each other very much.
Against The Will
Sometimes, things are done to us against our will. Non-consent and reluctance are fun only in stories though. This is a story about that. The story is about a fictitious place called Golampur. The story is about a few families in the village. It’s about a young girl, being married off because her father couldn’t pay her debt (inspired by a Hindi sop which I used to watch on the TV during my vacation, drunk on whisky and high on cigarettes, Faltu), it’s about a father who is doing everything to be the man of the house, it’s about a man drunk on money and lust, it’s about doing things that aren’t always right, but they feel good. I have not finished this story yet, and I don’t know where all these characters will go, and the things that they’d have to do against their will.
The Society
It’s the urban mirror of Against The Will. The theme is different though. We spend years, living inside a compound, with hundreds of families living in inside a wall, never really knowing each other. The Society does not have a unique setting. I have read many erotica stories about neighbours fucking each other, and things as such. I felt like I have something to contribute to the run of the mill cross-flat fucking. I have written little about it. Unlike my other works, Against the Will and The Society will have an ensemble of characters, rather than a focus on just one woman or a couple.
Non-Fiction Content
The other day, someone had DM-ed me on Reddit, asking if any of the stories are real (after I posted Reeti to Rita). While answering him (presumably), I realized that it has been more than 3 months since I did a non-fiction post! My last one was about Vani, and its last part was published in end of August! Well, technically the posts about Shreya were non-fiction, but they were not as fleshed out as my Escapades stories are. As I write this weekly post, I am working on a post about Disha. I had met her in the beginning of the year. She left an expression, especially because there was an overlap between the time we were dating and when I started writing After a Good Date.
And then, there’s The Wild Indica. Right before I went away for the vacation, I had gotten in touch with u/arora_chef, but I hardly got to talk to her during my vacation. And frankly, with her, there’s just too much to write! I may or may not be meeting her soon. I am really curious to see her getting fucked by this guy with a really big dick (her words) that she talked about so much. I think she has made a few posts in which she’s riding him. I don’t know when my schedule will allow that to happen or if it will happen at all. But, I am pretty sure I will soon be posting about a new 27 year old Redditor, who has been posting on Reddit just to make her boyfriend hard.
That’s all for this issue! I hope I finish typing the words that I have written, and hopefully you like those. I will leave you with a picture, which I came up with when I was thinking about lust and the countryside.
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