Read in Call Boy Sex Story that men are also courtesans in this world. In fact, a tawaif can be a man or a woman, rich or poor, uncultured or educated.
I am a courtesan.
There is no need to be surprised. In the world, not only women are courtesans, men are also courtesans. In fact, a tawaif can be a man or a woman, rich or poor, uncultured or educated.
When someone is born, it is not stamped on his head that he is going to play the role of a courtesan. Her fate and circumstances force her to become a courtesan. Some do it for money, some for fun!
But someone like me gets trapped by promising marriage and getting trapped in the affair of love.
Such is my call boy sex story. I too once had dreams, aspired to touch the sky. I used to be very proud of my beauty. I felt very good when girls talked to me. Anyone would be attracted to my looks. At that time it seemed as if this world was only mine.
In such a situation, at a turning point in my life, I met that girl… who became an important character in my life.
It is said that deception is always beautiful. Similarly, that girl was very beautiful. Very beautiful, full of youth. If you laugh, it would feel like apocalypse has happened. If you take a look, a person will become exhausted without asking for water. She was like this only. The name was also very cute. Her name was Prachi.
Once I met Prachi, her gaze hurt me. Today for the first time I felt that instead of injuring someone, I had injured myself. One of her pictures had hypnotized me.
She was still looking at me when my eyes met hers. I don’t know which moment it was, which shadow had cast a spell on me that I just kept looking at her. She also kept her eyes locked on mine.
Then I felt a push from behind and my trance was broken. I saved myself from falling. Then there was a loud sound of laughter in his tinkling voice.
I protected myself and looked at her… then seeing the dimples forming on her pink cheeks, I felt as if I had become an idol again.
Now I was standing properly. She disappeared from my sight while looking at me.
It was a park. Where I met him for the first time. After she left I had lost my senses.
I kept searching for him for about an hour. But she was touched like no other.
Two days later I met her again at the same place.
As soon as I saw him, I felt as if a dead body had come to life. The held breath has come back.
I moved closer to him without any fear. She was sitting on a bench. I went and sat near him.
I was constantly looking at her and it seemed as if her eyes were attracting mine.
I told him- Hello..
She blinked – Un..huh…huh..hai..lo.
The attraction of her trembling lips almost killed me. We did not talk and I extended my mobile towards her. He looked at my mobile for a moment and dialed his number on it. One moment a dialing tone rang in her purse and now both of us had phone numbers.
I said- My name is Gaurav.
She looked into my eyes and said – Hh…yes, it’s okay.
I asked- In what name should I save the number?
‘Prachi.’
I was happy just hearing his name.
Then things started happening. He expressed his pain. Listened to her husband’s story of her troubles.
I was already in love with Prachi. As soon as I heard all this, meetings started happening.
If fire and coal meet, how long does it take for the flame to erupt? The same thing happened… a lot of sparks flew and a massive fire broke out. Both the candles burned like moths in the fire of love, as if there was no limit to this love… and even each other’s mother-in-law was not greater than love.
We had physical relations… he gave me every kind of pleasure… or I don’t know, he took every kind of pleasure from me.
Then where there is love, there are also expectations… Then the expectations started increasing. Unwanted and unheard desires arose, but when the opportunity came to try it, its reality came in front of me.
The lie behind the pretense of love that he had created on the pretext of getting married, slowly started coming out.
Gradually the rest of his love stories also began to be understood. Every dream of mine, which I had decorated… I saw it breaking before my eyes.
He had also created a very good drama to bring me closer. By pretending to be indifferent to her husband, she had also assured me that she wanted to leave him as soon as possible and come to me.
I was thirsty for love, I believed everything she said and fell deeper into her embrace.
My desire to please her every day, to have her every moment, and to attract her attention all the time, made me completely useless. But I endured everything without any sorrow, with just one consolation in my heart that in a few days she would be mine.
But what happened later was whatever you had imagined about this story.
One day he flatly refused to marry.
She said that she had many desires and did not want to be bound by marriage. I am a flying bird and I like to fly in the open like this. You can’t tie me.
When he said this… the ground beneath my feet slipped. I got mad and started wandering around.
I kept hearing her praise the husband whom she used to abuse in front of me. Whereas she used to want to talk to me day and night, now I had to fight for her even for a single moment.
Now she said – I have other responsibilities… I can’t talk to you the whole day, right?
Hearing this, I also let him go. I started seeing my love being unfaithful.
One day when I could no longer bear the anger, I told her everything and narrated it to her a lot. I even threatened to tell her husband about my relationship with her.
He threatened me in a very murderous manner – If you want to spread defamation, then spread it. But this defamation will not be about me alone, it will be about you too… And as far as my husband is concerned, you are not my first stupid lover… Even before this, someone had said the same. Tried to do it. My husband knows everything…and he doesn’t care.
Hearing this from him, my condition became like if you cut, there will be no blood.
He told me to forget the dreams of marriage, both of them together enjoy the joys of youth. What is your problem?
I was a victim of love, I even accepted that illicit relationship. We trampled each other’s bodies a lot. She used to meet me on the same pretext. She may be a liar, but she was showing love.
This meeting was limited to only once a month. Understand that the patient got oxygen only once a month.
Now I started living for that one meeting of the month, but the desire to meet her and make her mine forever did not go away in my heart.
But gradually he also changed, apart from meeting, he also stopped talking to us any other time. She started getting closer to the husband towards whom she was so indifferent that she would not even touch him. I just kept watching helplessly.
Now she too was feeling the pinch of my company and my love. The glamor of the world had started calling him. She would stay out all night… and do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t even ask him who he was with and at what time. If I had asked, I would have been abused.
And her attraction towards men started increasing. She would keep talking to others for hours, hiding from me. Whenever she met me, she would give me the excuse of being busy.
There was a time when she used to call me first thing in the morning… now she doesn’t even talk to me for weeks. The meeting was just an excuse for me to meet her. I insisted on meeting her a lot, because apart from her I had stopped touching anyone. But his thinking was not like that. That’s why she started refusing.
Earlier, she used to call me to meet her at home whenever her husband went out, now she doesn’t tell me even if her husband goes somewhere for 2-3 days.
And suddenly one day I realized that I had become his mistress. …I have become one of its courtesans.
So what is the life of a courtesan ? Months of preparation to meet one’s beloved for a moment and worrying about following his wishes on everything. There is also a desire for a courtesan. To find love, to get married, to settle down, but that is not in his destiny.
A courtesan gets physical happiness… but there is a hope of getting love for two moments and even more, which is never fulfilled. A courtesan also considers his love as his wife, but he does not have the freedom to express his rights, nor the right to be angry at his lover’s infidelity.
If a courtesan gets angry, no one consoles her…they kick her away.
Sir, no one has time to even listen to the cry of a courtesan… he has to forget his sorrows at every effort and do whatever he can to make his lover happy. Because her boyfriend has many others besides her.
The amount I can tell about myself is less. Cry your sorrow, the more I cry, the less it will be. But the truth is that I have become used to it now. Only death can remove the thought of him from my heart.
Because of my immense love, I have accepted to become a courtesan, but this does not mean that I do not cry remembering my broken dreams.
To whom should I complain, sir, if she gets angry, my breathing will also stop.
Now this is my life, no one can save me from this and where should I go after being saved?
I have given him my all, now I have nothing to give to anyone else. If by mistake he reads all this and leaves me, then I will die that very day. Although I am a courtesan, there is true love in my heart and with that pure love, I consider Prachi as God and worship her.