Sex Chat,’Booby Girl’ and the ‘Explosion’….!

  • SumoMe

 u a girl??

for sex chat contact  me.. I’m male,name **** chatterjee….

I received this e- mail yesterday night (November 1, 2011, 11.40 pm to be precise). No, don’t get me wrong, I am not going to start a lecture on the deteriorating moral health of ‘gen- next’ Indians nor am I thinking of writing an essay on the deep pits of (moral) turpitude that our country has fallen into.

Why does some random guy send me a mail requesting for sex chat all of a sudden? Neither have I got myself registered with some desi porn site nor have I published any erotic material in my blog till date. Who is this Chatterjee? Obviously, he must be some nerd who hasn’t had the opportunity to touch anything feminine till date. Or how could someone be so desperate in these days of 3Gs and sex torrents
when even a 12 year old school boy finds shooting an erotic MMS with his GF as his favourite pass time? Anyways this guy reminded me of my sex hungry teenage years, the nineties. So here goes nikhimenon into the flashback mode.

Dad had just bought a brand new HCL PC(the machine was supposed to help me in doing my homework, assignments, projects et al and thereby help me become a better student and a successful individual) with a vsnl (bsnl was ‘vsnl’ at that point of time) internet connection. In those days, the internet was slowly making its presence felt in India. Everybody had heard about it yet no one knew what it was really meant for. Some equated this with the cable tv while some compared it with the ‘wireless set’, which the local police men had access to. Anyways everyone knew that it was something big, really big.

It didn’t take me long to realise the true potential of the net. Then one fine morning, this ‘sex chat’ thing got my fancy. Someone in my class had ‘done it at home’ and he kept boasting for the whole week on how he hooked up with a girl through ‘yahoo chat’.

I still remember how thankful I was to the ‘ yahoo‘ people for starting a chat room that was big enough to cater to the wide and varied tastes of the desi perverts. But I soon understood that my dreams of a never ending ‘virtual sex life’ were as pointless as SRK’s 150 crore super hero dream. Of course I did indulge in sex chat (and managed to get a few consolation wins-read wet dreams– initially) but pretty soon I found out that the girls who sounded ‘hot’ and tried to ‘arouse me’ were not girls at all but similarly frustrated desi men. The few ‘real’ girls that I actually managed to talk with were either nerds who were interested in discussing’ really important things’ like Global warming, the mating patterns of the polar bears , the probable consequences of y2k in the Indian I.T. Industry and stuff like that or unattractive and extremely goody- goody babes who would talk only about their life, their culinary skills and on how they manage to keep their parents happy by getting up early in the morning, brushing their teeth, avoiding bad talk with guys and blah blah. To add on to my woes, there were this sex bots, which totally fool you by starting the chat as if they were some really good looking females. Then one fine day, this interesting conversation happened. Someone who called herself the ‘booby girl’ was on the other side.
Me-Hi

boobygirl369 – Wat’s up honey?

Me – Asl, M/F?  (‘m so desperate, I know!)

boobygirl369 -What ‘re you up to these days, sweetie?

Me – You from India? What’s your age?(A 16 or 17 year old girl, ideally a desi. My expectations have no boundaries)

boobygirl369 – (As if it didn’t see my last query)-horny, sweetie.m Sandy.Wanna sex chat?

Me – (Wt..do you think I am here for?) – ya.shall vhav sextalk?

boobygirl369 -Wanna c me naked? wanna c my big boobs?

Me – (This girl really knows how to arouse a boy, I feel. The thought of seeing the greatest expanse of female flesh, – that too of a desi– ‘live’ for the first time in my life was making me mad. I feared I was going to explode)- YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

 

For the next 10 mins there is no reply. This is too much. Where has the hottie gone leaving the 15 year old me-‘the half naked -ready to explode boy’ all alone in the middle of the night?I asked myself staring at the computer screen as though a hornbill waiting for the monsoon. Beep. I see my yahoo messenger chat box once again.

boobygirl369 – Sorry,yahoo doesn’t support my webcam.Visit hotgirlsforu.com/payandproceed.Only $420 for 30 mins of service. Use pay pal/visa/mastercard.

Damn! Was I talking all this time to some automated machine/(sex)bot that gives horny messages just to attract traffic to some American porno site?(which even asks for a credit card for their service!) Did I unbutton myself only to see this stupid message flash on my computer screen? I was shattered. The time was 2 am. Could hear someone knocking at the door.

Nikhi,haven’t you slept yet? What are you doing staying awake at 2 ‘o’ clock in the night?‘-The silence of the night made Dad’s voice sound even louder. The knock was getting stronger. F***!

The next day, when I returned from school there was no PC in my room. It had found a new place in the drawing room along with a small note written in Bold letters which read something like this-

NO COMPUTER AFTER 10 PM’.

Nikhilesh Menon

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