Read in call boy sex stories that men are also prostitutes in this world. Actually, a tawaif can be a man or a woman, rich or poor, uneducated or educated.
I am a prostitute.
No need to be surprised. In the world, not only women are prostitutes but men are also prostitutes. Actually, a tawaif can be a man or a woman, rich or poor, uneducated or educated.
When a person is born, a stamp is not put on his head that he has to play the role of a prostitute. Her fate and circumstances force her to become a prostitute. Some people do it for money, some people do it for fun!
But people like me are trapped in the web of promises of marriage and love.
This is my call boy sex story. I too once had a dream, a desire to touch the sky. I was very proud of my beauty. I like it when girls talk to me. Anyone will be fascinated by my looks. At that time it seemed as if I was alone in the world.
It was in this situation, at a turning point in my life, that I met a girl… who became an important person in my life.
Some people say that deception is always beautiful. Similarly, that girl is also beautiful. Very beautiful and full of youth. Laugh, it feels as if the world has ended. If you see, people will get tired if they do not ask for water. She is just that. This name is also very cute. Her name is Prachi.
When I saw Prachi, her eyes pierced me. Today for the first time I realized that I am not hurting others, but myself. One of his photos mesmerized me.
When my eyes met hers, she was still looking at me. I don’t know which moment or which shadow cast such a spell on me that I kept looking at it. His eyes were also fixed on me.
Then I felt that someone pushed me from behind and my trance was broken. I saved myself from falling. Then his clear voice burst into laughter.
I saved myself and looked at her… and then I saw the dimples on her rosy cheeks, and I felt like I had become an idol again.
Now I am standing on my feet. She looked at me and disappeared from my sight.
That is a park. Where I met him for the first time. After she left I lost my mind.
I was looking for him for almost an hour. But she became emotional like never before.
Two days later I saw him again at the same place.
When I saw him, I felt as if a dead person had risen. The breath I was holding came back.
I approached him without any fear. She sat on the bench. I went to him and sat next to him.
I kept looking at her and her eyes started attracting my gaze.
I told her – Hello..
She blinked – Um..haha..hai..lo.
The allure of her trembling lips almost killed me. We didn’t talk and I passed the phone towards her. He looked at my phone for a moment and then dialed his number. Just then the sound of dial tone came in her purse and now we both had our respective phone numbers.
I said- My name is Gaurav.
He looked into my eyes and said- Okay…yes, okay.
I ask- Under what name should I save the number?
“lucky.”
I became very happy just hearing his name.
Then things started happening. He expressed his pain. Listen to her husband talk about his troubles.
I have fallen in love with Prachi. After hearing all this the meeting started.
If fire and coal meet, how much time will it take for the flame to erupt? The same thing happened… lots of sparks flew and a fire broke out. Both the candles burn like kites in the fire of love, as if this love has no limits… Even each other’s in-laws are no bigger than love.
We had physical relations…and he gave me all kinds of pleasures…or I don’t know, he took all kinds of pleasures from me.
Where there is love, there is hope… and then hope begins to grow. Unwanted and unheard desires emerged, but when the opportunity came to try them out, their reality became clear to me.
The lie of love that he had created on the pretext of marriage slowly started coming to light.
Gradually the rest of his love story starts to make sense. Whatever dream I cherish, I see it shattering before my eyes.
He also made a really good play to get me closer. She pretended to be indifferent to her husband and assured me that she wanted to leave him as soon as possible and come to me.
I was longing for love, I believed everything he said and fell into his arms.
My desire to please her every day, to have her every moment, to get her attention every moment, made me useless. But I endured all this without sorrow, with only one consolation: in a few days she would be mine.
But what happens next depends on how you interpret the story.
One day he flatly refused to marry.
She said that she has many desires and does not want to be bound by marriage. I am a flying bird, I like to fly in such open places. You can’t tie me.
When he said these words… the ground slipped beneath my feet. I got angry and started roaming here and there.
I listened to my once abusive husband being praised in front of me. She used to yearn and night to talk to me, but now I have to fight for her even for a minute.
Now she says- I have other responsibilities…I can’t talk to you the whole day, right?
Hearing this I also let him go. I began to realize that my love was unfaithful.
One day I couldn’t control myself so I told him everything and a lot more. I even threatened to tell her husband about my affair with her.
He threatened me in a very cruel manner – spread defamation if you want. But this slander will not only be against me, but also against you… And as far as my husband is concerned, you are not my first foolish lover… Someone else had said the same thing before. Tried to do. My husband knows everything…but he doesn’t care.
As soon as he said this, my condition became like this, if you bite, there will be no blood.
He told me to forget my dreams of marriage and let us enjoy the happiness of youth together. What questions do you have?
I was a victim of love and I also accepted an illicit relationship. We often trample each other’s bodies. She used to come to meet me on this pretext. She may be a liar, but she is showing love.
This meeting is limited to once a month. Understand that the patient gets oxygen only once a month.
Now I am looking forward to meeting her this month, but the desire to meet her and make her mine forever has not gone away from my heart.
But gradually that also changed and he did not talk to us except when we met. She started coming closer to her husband whom she was very reluctant to even touch. I just watched helplessly.
Now she also feels the pressure of my presence and my love. The attractions of the world started calling him. She would stay out all night…doing whatever she wanted. I couldn’t even ask who he was with and when. If I had asked, I would have been abused.
Her attraction towards men starts increasing. She would talk to other people for hours and avoid me. Whenever she saw me she would make the excuse that I was busy.
There was a time when she would call me first thing in the morning…now she doesn’t even talk to me for weeks. This meeting was just an excuse for me to get to know him. I insisted on meeting her regularly because now I had no contact with anyone else except her. But this was not in his mind. That’s why she started saying no.
When her husband went out, she used to call me to meet her at home, but now when her husband goes out for two or three days, she doesn’t tell me.
One day suddenly I realized that I had become his mistress. …I have become one of its prostitutes.
So what’s life like as a prostitute? Months of preparation to meet a loved one and worrying that everything will go as planned. And the desire for prostitutes. Finding love, getting married and settling down was not his destiny.
The prostitute achieves physical pleasure… but hopes for two minutes or more of love, which can never be achieved. The prostitute also sees his girlfriend as his wife, but he does not have the freedom to express his rights, nor does he have the right to be angry at his girlfriend’s infidelity.
If a prostitute gets angry and no one consoles her… they kick her away.
Sir, there is no time even for the screams of the prostitute… She should try her best to forget her sorrow and do everything to please her lover. Because her boyfriend has many people besides her.
I can tell even less about myself. Cry your sorrow openly, the more I cry the less I will cry. But the truth is that now I have got used to it. Only death can erase her thoughts from my heart.
I accepted to become a prostitute because of my immense love, but that does not mean that I will not cry thinking about my broken dreams.
To whom should I complain, sir, when she gets angry, even my breathing stops.
Now this is my life, no one can save me, where should I go to escape?
I had given him everything I had and now I had nothing left to give anyone else. If he had read it all wrong and left me, I would have died that day. Although I am a prostitute, still there is true love in my heart and because of this pure love I consider Prachi as God and worship her.
If this happens to any of my friends, please email me and let me know what to do.
