Giving Up Porn
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It was late at night and I was sitting in my room, doing some work on my computer. Suddenly a door opened and someone walked in. “Raj bhaiya (brother), you are not asleep yet,” She asked. “No, I was just finishing my…” I replied. At the door was a pretty fair-skinned woman wearing a green color sleeveless silk night-gown. It was short and barely covered her legs. I scanned her from top to bottom. Even in the night time she had red sindur on her forehead and mangalsutra around her neck. “Do you want anything?” I asked her. Although my intentions were right, I chose my words poorly. “Yes. I needed your help with this thing. Ajay, your brother and I are going on a trip to Goa tomorrow. I was hoping if you could help me book a hotel room there. I have never been to that place and I fear all the rooms might be sold out. After all, it is weekend time,” she said. There was a lot more that she said but I couldn’t pay attention. While she kept on talking about her plans for the trip, she went on to lock my door, then walked to me and sat on my lap. At that moment I was wearing my boxer shorts and a normal T-shirt. So I could feel her soft thighs touching mine. “What are you doing, bhabhi?” She interrupted me by placing a finger on my lips. “Please call me Pramila.” She said staring into my eyes. “I won’t be seeing you for the whole next week. Let’s make up for that shall we.” She said and went for a kiss. She slipped me her tongue and we had a lot of exchange of saliva. We kissed and she leaned on me pressing her big breasts against my chest. I felt her erect nipples touching me which meant that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Quickly she unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my dick inside her warm pussy. She was like a professional lap-dancer as she moved her hips to pleasure me. I could only hold for a couple of minutes before I ejaculated inside her. Before leaving she kissed me again saying, “I’ll be happy to carry your child.” She walked towards the door. But instead of unlocking the door she turned. She unbuttoned and her gown slipped and fell on the ground exposing her perfect naked body to me. “How about another round?” she said smiling at me. I watched her walk towards me again while being naked. At that moment she was wearing just her mangalsutra that seemed to be stuck in between her huge melons. Usually, this is supposed to scare men, stopping them from having sex with someone else’s wife. Instead, it excited me even more. – “That’s how yesterday I had sex with my elder brother’s wife,” I confessed. “But you don’t have a brother,” said Riya. “Yes. That’s what makes it a perfect fantasy. I can do nasty things to her still things won’t be awkward between us the next time we meet, because she doesn’t exist,” I said with excitement. At that moment we were sitting in a restaurant having our lunch. This young attractive woman in her formal white shirt and grey pants is Riya. We met a couple of weeks ago and soon were are about to get engaged. She suggested that we should meet whenever we have time to get to know each other. Now, I don’t know how our conversation led to this, but somehow she found out that I write fantasy sex stories. So she insisted on tell her every time I wrote a new one. “Have you heard of sexting?” she asked with hesitation. I was taken aback by what she was saying. “Yes. I know,” I replied. “Maybe…” she still was feeling awkward but said it anyway, “Maybe we should do it sometime.” She tried not to make eye contact when she suggested this. I was excited by this proposal but I was not sure if she was. “Are you sure? This is just the third time we have met for lunch,” I said looking straight at her. “Yes, after all, we are getting married.” She said smiling at me. At that moment as I watched her blush, I found her the most attractive. Fair skin, cute face, and long black hair that gently rested on her shoulders. After lunch, I was very happy. So much so that before departing I went and kissed on her cheek. I was excited by this proposal of sexting. I got to be honest, I never did this before. So I checked on the internet to be prepared for the night. All this was like a dream come true. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I am missing something. “Why would she all of a sudden bring up the topic of sexting?” Then suddenly it hit me. Riya was trying to make me stop writing sex stories. Since the first time I talked about it, she said she was supportive but her eyes told a different story. She didn’t like me thinking about these fantasy women of mine, especially my sexy bhabhis. Perhaps it was too much to confess how much sex I had with my beloved Pramila bhabhi. Not just in my room, but in a hotel, in a park, in a car and one time at one relative’s wedding. There are some secrets that we should tell no-one, not even to our wives. Certainly not to the person whom we are supposed to get married to. So the next time we meet, I wanted to be totally honest with her. That happened the next day, the same place for lunch. We quietly ate our food and finally were having our dessert. I asked her about her work, she asked me about mine. We talked about our families but nothing more. I noticed her playing with her caking being bothered by some thought, so I asked. “Is there something wrong?” I asked. “You didn’t text me back.” She replied. That was true. She was the one to initiate sexting the night before. I tried talking naughty at first but soon I got bored. I got to be honest here, sexting is not as fun as writing a fantasy sex story. Maybe because I am not good at sexting. I like getting lost in the flow of stories, getting lost in the fantasy world that I have created at that moment. Staring at her naked body, feeling her naked soft skin, smelling her sweet fragrance, tasting her lips and feeling the heat of pure passionate sensual love. “Sorry. I got busy in some work,” I lied. “Oh, okay,” She said. Then she went back to eating her cake. We went quiet again. But I was planning something, to be honest with her. I was just trying to find the right words before I spoke. I noticed something odd about her outfit. She was wearing the same formal dress, but she had left a couple of top buttons of her shirt open. I could see a slight hint of a cleavage a black bra. She was trying to seduce me. As a matter of fact. I always found her attractive, but never sexy. Also to be honest her breasts weren’t as big as some of my fantasy women. But I appreciated her effort. “Riya,” I called her. She looked at me as I spoke. “Let me be honest here. After hearing this if you want to call off our wedding. I can understand,” I said holding her hand. “I love to write sex stories. I have been writing for over a decade now. You see, I have been through some tough times in the past. Traumatic painful times that I had to endure all by myself. Sure I have my big family, but there was none who could understand my problem, let alone help me with it.” “The only thing that kept me going was these sex fantasies of mine. I have been single my entire life until now. My relationship with the stories is much stronger than you think. So just because I am about to get married to you does not mean I will simply stop writing these stories.” As I said all this I could see tears growing in her eyes. I did boldly say that she can call off the wedding if she wanted. But I was scared as I didn’t want her to do that. I was eagerly waiting for her to say something. But she didn’t. She said just this, “Tomorrow, 8 pm Grand hotel.” And then she walked away. – I didn’t get even a single text from her. Grand Hotel is one of the expensive places in the city. “Why does she want to meet me at such an expensive place just to break-up with me?” I asked myself. It was a weekend so I prepared for the date. I wore a nice suit and went to the hotel. It was ten minutes past eight still I was sitting alone in the hotel’s restaurant. Riya had already booked a table for two. I waiting while sipping on the complimentary wine. Then all of a sudden things changed. At distance, a couple of tables from me, a woman was wearing a sexy sparking red sari with a black low-cut sleeveless blouse. Staring at her deep cleavage I noticed her golden mangalsutra. The only problem was that I was unable to see her face. At that moment she had bent down to pick up some cutlery fallen on the floor and her long black wavy hair covered her face. My eyes were wide open and locked onto her. I didn’t care if Riya walks in and catches me at this moment. I was tempted to go and feel her perfectly flat exposed belly. Then she stood up. Watching her my jaw dropped. I swear I felt wind blowing and romantic music in the background. It was Riya. She had come for the date dressed as a sexy married woman. At that moment I was speechless as I saw her walking towards me. I was not alone there, many men around shared the same feeling. “But today I am a lucky, man,” I said looking at the other men jealous of me. “Ri-ri-r…” I stammered while standing up. I went to pull out a chair for her. “Please call me, Pramila.” She said while giving a kiss on my cheek. Then instead of sitting opposite me, she took a chair next to me. At that moment I was mesmerized by her beauty and raw sex-appeal. When we sat down, she gently moistened her thumb licking it and wiped the mark of her lipstick from my cheek. Meanwhile, I kept on watching her. The red sindur, bindi on forehead, black eyeliner around her eyes, dark red lipstick and golden mangalsutra stuck in her cleavage. I was confused as to where to focus on. While I was still lost sitting next to her, she placed an order to the waiter. “Honey, do you want anything else?” she asked. When I didn’t respond she went ahead and touched me to get my attention. I shook out of this dream saying, “No… nothing… thanks.” At that moment touched me on my dick. She continued to rub over my erection while the waiter repeated the order. I knew that pervert waiter knew what Riya was doing to me. Once done reading the waiter looked at me and winked, “Anything else, sir?” “No, go away!” I yelled. She was being too aggressive with her approach. I am pretty sure other people were watching me while she talked to me. She had kept her one hand on the table holding mine while the other was teasing my erection. I was not being able to think about anything else except for that moment. Even in the air-conditioned atmosphere, I was feeling hot. Following that she went on to unzip my pants. “Bathroom!” I interrupted her. “Excuse me for a moment” I stood up pulling my zipper. As I walked to the washroom, I was unable to make eye contact with other people who were smiling back at me. I know what they were thinking. When I stood in the loo, a foreigner was peeing next to me. Boldly he said, “Lucky bastard, you got a hot piece right there!” he said and placed his hand on my shoulder. I pulled back and went into a toilet cubical. Sitting on the pot I was confused about what to do. That foreigner, before leaving the washroom, said to me, “I’ll pray for you brother. Tonight, fuck her brains out!” he made a fucking sound. “There is only one solution to this,” I realized. So I masturbated. When I walked out I was shocked to see Riya standing inside the men’s washroom. She pushed me back and walked in with me. “I’m sorry. My husband has been calling. We have to cut short the date and finish with a quickie.” She said dropping my pants. “Aw. So cute.” She teased looking at my shrunken penis. In my defense I just masturbated. “Let’s fix this shall we.” She said unhooking her blouse and bra. I was seeing her breasts for the first time – a perfect pair. She grabbed my hands and pressed them on her tits. Normal it would have taken me at least 20 minutes to get hard again, but not that time. My junior was back in attention in five minutes. Things were going very fast, but I was not in control. She pulled up her sari and sat on my lap. She guided my dick right inside her pussy. For the first time after many years, I was feeling the warmth of a real pussy. A hundred times better than the be a fantasy of mine. “Come on bhaiya, why do I have to do all the work?” she said mischievously. So grabbing her by her hip I started fucking her. I was close to climax as I could feel my dick pulsating. Suddenly she stood up. “Not yet.” She said gently kissing on my lips. “How about we move this action upstairs.” “Upstairs.” I was shocked. No matter how desperate I was for sex, the rooms of this five-star hotel are very expensive. “One night will cost me a month’s salary,” I said to her. “Don’t worry. I have my husband’s credit card,” she said. I was confused. We got decent and walked out of the washroom one by one. When the waiter arrived with the food Riya said, “Could you please send the food to room 609?” She said handing him a note of a hundred. Earlier when Riya was picking up the fallen cutlery she stole the card key from an old couple sitting at the table. So we went up and had sex. Since the waiter walked in on us while we were in an awkward moment he suggested us to pay later. Still being naked we had our tasty dinner. Done with our food when she started kissing me again, that’s when the old couple walked in. They were shocked to see us having sex. But were nice enough to let us get dressed and leave the room. We quietly snuck out of the hotel. I had the best date of my life. I was really surprised to see this wild side of her. It was as if I was with a different woman. And, just like that, I was cured of my porn obsession. “God! I hope not.” End Please do tell me what you thought about this story on my email [email protected]. Also my sexy bhabhis. If you are reading this, please help me get better at sexting.