Such a long journey...(5)
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Posted:Jul 31, 2007 9:29 am
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What a wonderful discovery it was! But the momentous occasion left me with anxieties as well ‒ though it was so pleasurable, was something wrong with me? Why did that sensation arise, in the first place? Why did it have to happen this way? These anxieties didn’t last long, and I found myself indulging in the rubbing act several times a day…sometimes, friction is actually good, especially in masturbation and in sex ‒ too much lubrication makes the cock slither hither and thither…I’m sure you would agree. Friction, though, is not good in relationships, but that’s another topic altogether.
Meanwhile, my forays into bookshops increased. In particular, Gangaram’s on MG Road was a favorite bookshop. Those days, it had a few shelves for erotica. I would spend hours there, till I was given suspicious looks by the bookshop owner! I didn’t have enough money to buy any book, so standing there and reading with my cock jutting out, waiting to burst through my pants, was all I could do. Everything I read in those books fueled my imagination…I always had a difficult time positioning my erect cock in such a way as to make it look less conspicuous. I must have surely looked funny! Every time I read those books, I returned home to rub myself to a few explosive orgasms.
Another source of excitement was the film poster. Though Bangalore in the early eighties was still conservative, we had a few theatres screening ‘A’ certificate (Adult Certificate) movies. Invariably, these movies had some raunchy dances thrown in, with some sexually explicit dialogues ‒ that is what made the censors give them the ‘A’ certificate. In any case, since I could not gain entry into these theatres, I focused my attention on the posters, stripping in my mind the already skimpily clad women…the cock, of course, was always erect.
Back to the rubbing! In due course of time, I happened to read about masturbation in some magazines ‒ the opinion seemed to be divided. There were those authors (I could wring their necks, if I met them today!) who opined that it was bad and would make us impotent before long…there were others who said that masturbation would shrink the cock and make it shrivel away. These articles upset me very much and I began to have guilt pangs every time I rubbed myself to sexual nirvana. At one point, I started marking on a secret calendar the number of days I abstained from rubbing. I was smug about my holding powers. I remember I counted five consecutive crosses one day ‒ wow! Five days without experiencing that paroxysm of desire! I was surely on the right track, I thought ‒ my cock wouldn’t wither away, and I wouldn’t become impotent, after all! But the body has other ideas. Pretty soon, my plans for abstinence collapsed, and I was back to that relentless rubbing.
A few months later, I read in the Reader’s Digest that masturbation was anything but wrong. Most men and women did it; it was a natural part of growing up…what a relief that was, coming from a respected magazine! Out went the calendar and with it, all the vows of abstinence.
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Now, for some titillation of a different kind!
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Posted:Jul 28, 2007 8:20 am
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While I will continue to write my story, and engage you with my reflections, here's a post that is meant to titillate you in a different way...read this story and help the king!
Once upon a time, a clever and well read scholar arrived at the court of a king. Among his various sexual accomplishments, the visitor was an excellent chess player. Before long, he had defeated the best of them in the court. The king was very pleased with this achievement and asked the scholar what reward he wished to receive from his royal hands.
"Sir, it is very simple. I need women to keep me going, and play great chess all the time. The pleasures of the body are as important as the pleasures of the mind."
"Agreed," said the king. "Now tell me what you want, and it shall be granted."
"Sire, listen carefully," said the scholar. Since I have defeated your best chess players, let me measure my requirements for women through this great game itself. Let us number the chess squares first."
The king counted all the squares and said, "64. Now what?"
"Sire, give me one woman for the first square, two for the second, double that for the third (i.e. 8, ), double that for the fourth (i.e 16) and so on. This will well and truly satisfy me..."
Now, how many women does that amount to? Should the king agree to this demand? The Prime minister, who was privy to this conversation, exclaimed, "Sire!! Do not give in to his demand...if you do, not all the women in this populous empire will be enough to satisfy the scholar!"
The king found it difficult to understand the prime minister. What should he do? Agree or disagree with the demand of the scholar?
Happy thinking!
Alchemy...
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Traveling again...
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Posted:Jul 27, 2007 11:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2007 9:27 am
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Hi, I may take a break for a while (depnding on availability of internet facilities), since I will be out of town for the whole week...will be going on an assignment to the northern most part of the country...remote mountainous himalayan terrain...thats some 3000 km from home!
Some of the beautiful snaps that you have been seeing here are from the district called Kargil (state of jammu and kashmir), where I will now be going.
Later, I hope to just upload a photo blog, with some breathtaking photos from my travels all over the country.
Meanwhile, do visit my blogs and share your views...
I have a thought to share:
"I soon realise that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance within." (Lilian Smith)
Ciao,
Alchemy
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Such a long journey...(4)
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Posted:Jul 27, 2007 1:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2007 1:59 am
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I started searching for fornicating dogs from that day. Sometimes, I would spot them in the distance, in and out of the bushes…quickly, I would remove my cycle, pedal furiously to catch up with them, and follow them wherever they went. Often, there would be many dogs, all trying to climb that single bitch…they would bare their fangs at each other, growl, fight (like dogs!), tear, scratch and bite each other, while their cocks were in various stages of excitement ‒ all for that one female who often stood petrified in the middle…my cock would stiffen, and I often endlessly waited for the mounting to begin…I found this kind of coupling strangely exciting to say the least.
As the days passed, more and more girls passing by attracted my attention. It was all building up...
Finally, one evening, as the family was having dinner, I lay in my bed, having had an early dinner that evening. On an impulse, I turned over on to my stomach, and started rubbing my cock against the mattress, which I imagined to be a bitch in heat. I became the dog. Against the backdrop of the dinner table banter, I rubbed and rubbed like a in heat...Soon, I began to feel that primeval sensation which spread outward from my groin, a sensation only the human has known, a sensation for which we are ready to go to any length, a sensation which has driven me and scores of others to Affairlook and to all kinds of places, a sensation which…blew me away, as my bum hole contracted hundreds of times in a frenzy, and my cock twitched and spasmed ‒ I had arrived. Ha…
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Such a long journey...(3)
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Posted:Jul 26, 2007 12:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2008 2:21 am
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You will have noticed by now that I have changed the title of this article. The title just popped up in my mind as I thought ‘It has been such a long journey…’ I was not only reflecting on my journey as a sexual being, but on life’s journey as such. ‘Such a long journey…’ anyway sounds a little more poetic than ‘Me, here and now…’
Let us move on from those earliest impulses that I experienced…in many ways, they sowed the seeds for my later outlook. By the time I was in grade 7 (12-13 years of age) we shifted our home, and moved to another part of Bangalore city ‒ a new residential area that was just coming up. Bangalore’s green belt was still around where we now stayed ‒ there were the long stretches of green. Cows and sheep grazed in the field, and there were not too many houses around.
One morning, as I was getting ready to go to school, I saw the dogs ‒ one of them (presumably male, I thought!) had climbed up the other from the back, and was thrusting furiously…they were at some 40 feet from our house, in the bushes nearby. I stood still, almost transfixed. I looked closer. The dog’s red penis was being frantically thrust inside the bitch's asshole (or so I thought…!) while she kept barking, and he, with his tongue hanging out…I was rudely awakened by my mother’s call for breakfast, and so had to get back inside. When I finally left for school, the dogs were stuck (yes, literally!) with each other ‒ it looked as if their asses had been glued together! What on earth was happening?!
This first time experience intrigued me. It excited me as well…something in me stirred, and in my subconscious, I must have mimicked those thrusts ‒ doggie position, folks! I suppose most of you love it…crotch rubbing against soft, fat bum cheeks, ball slapping the crack…hmmm…
I discussed this at school with some friends. Most of them had seen it too. They had no explanation why dogs behaved this way. They only enjoyed pelting stones to separate the fornicating creatures.
Again, like the explicit penpal ad I saw in my father’s collection, the ad that changed something in me forever, the doggie scene heated up my hormones further.
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My first week with Affairlook!
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Posted:Jul 25, 2007 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2008 2:21 am
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Gosh! Its already a week into my membership with Affairlook, and I have already started counting the days left before the membership closes...
A lot has happened in this one week -- sorry, no action between the sheets as yet (and it would be wrong to think that anything should happen so fast!)...(take it slow, dude!)
One thing is for sure -- my entire world has gone topsy turvy and I have taken a temporary holiday, what with my surfing this site for several hours a day to make sense of it...in this time, I must have seen hundreds of pics, hundreds of dicks, boobs, pussies...so much that I started craving for something not so explicit!
I have made friends with some really interesting people, and hope to build a long lasting association with all of them...a few of them indeed are quite extraordinary -- they think, they write, they explore...this is what attrcats me to them...some others are plain humorous, while many more have only shown parts of their anatomy, not giving me or any newcomer a chance to understand any more of them...
What seems to have worked quite well is the blog...all that writing I've done seems to be attracting some kind of attention...going by the tally (which is nothing compared to what the experienced bloggers get in terms of readership), it looks as if there are interested readers out there...in return, I have started going through some of their blogs -- interesting, funny, arousing...since I like to write, blogging will be my mainstay...my article activity, however, has not begun seriously, and I intend to do something about it soon...
What has not worked well is the chat part of it...nobody, it seems, is interested...I've been on chat rooms several times, but no response in spite of paging...is something wrong with the way I do it?
I'm sure I have not explored all the possibilities with this outrageous but honest site...I love the openness with which people express themselves here...
So, thanks folks, to all those who keep visiting...keep coming back, as I have lots to share...! My dream is to meet some of you someday!
Alchemy...
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Such a long journey...(2)
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Posted:Jul 24, 2007 1:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2007 9:07 am
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As mentioned earlier, my exposure to some very explicit descriptions by members of a penpals magazine got me very excited, no doubt, but the discovery did not stay with me for long...it got submerged inside me even as I was growing up. there were other changes that were taking place, which would determine my path, my search...
When I was nine or ten years old, I could sense that I was beginning to get attracted to the opposite sex...in particular, I remember how I would gaze at some some advertisements in family magazines that my mother got home...wherever there was a woman in any ad, selling anything, I would wonder how she would like, without any clothes on...mentally, I tried to remove the clothes from the ads! I also remember how my cock sometimes stiffened when I did this. Oh! How the mind works and sets up the entrapment...!
I remember another experience very clearly -- conversations with my cousin, who would often come home and stay with us during summer...he was a couple of years older than I, but we got along very well...I remember that we discussed girls, and were excited about what was happening in our lives then. We would fantasise as -- we played cricket without any clothes, and with our girlfriends...the girls would get hurt, and we would then rush to help them out...and then get to see them up close...One of our conversations centered around 'exchanging' girlfriends -- swap! At that young age, we talked innocently about swapping!!
Sometimes, my cousin and I roamed around in the only shopping complex nearby...we would spend a lot of time in music stores, looking at all the music casettes that had the pictures of skimpily clad women (particularly the english songs...!). In the early 80's bangalore had not seen even video casettes...CDs, DVDs and the internet were not even in the realm of the imagination...
Likewise, we would get inside book shops and longingly gaze at book covers...in particular, James Hadley Chase! Years later, I discovered that Chase's books were not porn -- but the covers made us go nuts!
'Tis is a long story, and needs to be told slowly...so please hang on and keep reading.
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Such a long journey...(1)
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Posted:Jul 23, 2007 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2007 12:49 am
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Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you the story of how it all looks, as I look back...on my sexuality. I must tell this story, for this why I am here...it has been a long journey, and I still have miles to go. This is just the beginning...
'Tis difficult to pin point any one event that determines how I now think, feel, imagine or act...it is difficult to say that this or that event alone was responsible for the development of my sexual being...but there are vivid memories of some important things that happened...
More than 25 years ago, I chanced upon a few pen friends magazines that my father had then subscribed to. I was aware that he had pen friends, as he would get letters quite often from people living in different parts of the world. I even had one of his pen friends from the US sending me stamps and coins -- my father in turn had sent this gentleman the famous 'sandal soap' that is still made in Mysore!
One afternoon, I happened to be going through this small collection of pen pals magazines that my father had collected...to my utter shock and surprise, I found some extremely candid statements made by women (through their ads) about what they were looking for -- in particular, the sexual needs expressed by a woman from Kolkata (then Calcutta) drove me crazy...she was looking for men who could satisfy her every desire! Could people even mention all these things? I was just 10 or 11 years old...the language used by her assaulted me, taunted me and mocked me...yet, it got me terribly excited...something in me had changed for ever. That is how I suppose it all began.
As I said, 'tis is a long story...so let me keep telling it bit by bit...join me!
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Movement...
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Posted:Jul 22, 2007 12:21 pm
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2007 7:34 am
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Movement…
I wanted to share with you some thoughts that were thrown up in my mind recently, on my train journey from Bikaner to Delhi. I managed to dash off again to the desert for just a day after a hectic round of traveling...!
The Delhi-Bikaner train runs on meter gauge, and is a smaller train. My guess is that it therefore shakes and vibrates that much more…
While I was returning on this night, I couldn't sleep easily...too many thoughts were whirring around in my poor brain...
Suddenly, I realized how interesting it would be, if one could plot on paper, the motion of my body -- you would of course get a curve showing the general direction in which the train was moving. This curve would have many squiggles on either side of it, representing the sideways and up and down movement of the train. In three dimensional representation, perhaps, the motion of my body could also be represented...
Suddenly, I realized how much movement there was, generally...
While I was moving towards Delhi thus, the earth was rotating on its axis...and was hurtling through space, around the sun, at 18 miles per second...the sun was rotating on its axis, the planets were going around the sun in their prescribed paths, rotating and revolving, taking their own times...the sun itself was moving, revolving around the center of the Milky Way galaxy...it would take 250 million years
for one revolution of the sun around the center of the galaxy...the Milky Way contains 1,00,000 million (!) suns, all moving in their own
paths, rotating and revolving around the center...the galaxy itself was rotating, and hurtling though space at an incredible speed...and there are billions of such galaxies...the mind recoils from imagining such vastness and complexity...!!
The fundamental thing is that there is so much movement everywhere...
Lovers move, when they make love, in erotic, erratic and unpredictable ways...leaves and flags flutter in the breeze, butterflies move from flower to flower...trains, buses, planes, bullock carts, horses, donkeys, dogs, cats, snakes...all move of their own volition...water...blood moves and oozes out...and clots…
The fundamental thing is that there is so much movement everywhere...
We move in our sleep...and when we are awake...organs inside of us move...each cell is moving...it has a purpose...huge aggregates of
molecules inside these cells move...cells die, humans die, are born again, and there is movement...
The fundamental thing is that there is so much movement everywhere...
Molecules move, and atoms move inside them...electrons move inside the atoms, rotating and revolving around the nucleus...the nucleus itself moves, rotates, vibrates...there are particles inside these sub-atomic particles, which move mysteriously, and of their own
volition...particles within particles within particles -- where is the end? Is it a particle or a wave...? There is a universe within, just as there is a universe without...again, my imagination recoils and I'm awestruck at
this creation...where is the end...the beginning...what am I, who am I?
The fundamental thing is that there is so much movement everywhere...
Thought is movement...our feelings, passions, sensations...cannot happen without movement...good thoughts, good movement...? Bad
thoughts, bad movement...? Evolution is movement...Insight...is
movement...Love...is movement...lust...is movement...
The fundamental thing is that there is so much movement everywhere...
Is there anything that is completely still...without any movement? Can stillness exist with chaos?
The act of writing this is a movement...
Alchemyofdesire
16th October 2001
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How's this for a fantasy...?
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Posted:Jul 22, 2007 11:34 am
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2007 9:34 am
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I have seen tons and tons of adult videos and never seem to get tired of seeing girl on girl stuff...however, one of my fantasies, which I've never seen enacted on these movies, is the following: I'm lying down and getting fucked by a dildo strapped on by a woman who strokes me at the same time...sometimes gently, and sometimes more painfully, she shoves her ribbed dildo in and out of my bum hole as she strokes up and down...Another plump woman rides my face, and rubs her clit against my tongue in a frenzy...I'm drenched by her pungent smelling juices...sometimes, she sucks me too... Has anybody had this experience...? I'd love to hear about it!
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The Chat Delusion
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Posted:Jul 20, 2007 6:15 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:25 am
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I wonder how many people now have pen pals…gone are the days of writing, posting and receiving letters and building relationships for finding love, sex and lust. I indulged in it for a while in the 90’s, and will write about those exciting experiences and the unfulfilled desires they left in their wake some other time…
With technology moving at this mind numbing pace, it is now possible to see every nook and corner of people’s lives, in their bedrooms, bathrooms and everywhere else. Webcams are thus popular devices for instant gratification. The next generation devices could be the ‘feelies’ that Aldous Huxley was talking about in his Brave New World. In The Age of Spiritual Machines, Ray Kurzweil talks about them as well. However, I will maintain that a simple textual chat has it own place for me. In many ways, words can convey far greater subtleties and nuances, which cam users can miss when they charge in like bulls looking for instant satiation. For your pleasure, sample these portions of a simple word chat I had with a 24 year old plump looking Indian woman (as I could gather from her photograph) on Yahoo! chat a few days ago. After several unsuccessful attempts with ever eager cam users, I found her. After the usual introductions, we got straight to the point:
‘She: I like dirty and painful sex…can you do it?’
‘Me: Ok…you kneel down on your fours first and let me do what I want…’
‘She: Ok…’
‘Me: I’m spreading the fat cheeks of your bum and am now rubbing my nose against your bum hole…’
‘She: hmmm…’
‘Me: I wanna lick your asshole, you bitch!’
‘She: Go on, do it…’
‘Me: You smell great. I love the smell of your bum hole and your piss and your sweat.’
‘She: Spank me! Hit me hard! Use me like a dustbin!’
‘Me: Yes, yessss!’ And then I wrote: ‘I’m spanking your plump bum cheeks. Look! They are becoming red! Let me knead and pinch them without mercy, you ! Let me tear them, you randi! Let me scratch them…!’
Some minutes passed thus. I spread those fat cheeks even more in my imagination. Her bum hole opened up further, showing her pink flesh. I went into a frenzy and tongue-fucked her ass, gasping for breath as she madly thrust towards my face and arched her back. Moans escaped her lips. The pungent smell of her sex wafted above through her cheeks. I still hadn’t touched her pussy which was hidden in a mass of black hair…
‘She: Fuck my pussy, master! Ride me from the back...!’
‘Me: Wait! Let me slap your bum again. I’ll tear it now! I’m now sliding my fingers along your wet crack, and feeling your clit…now, let me pinch it between my thumb and forefinger...how does it feel? I wanna feel your piss on my face, you b…’
My cock had become wet and had assumed huge proportions by then, and I furiously rubbed it with my left hand inside my underwear even as I tried to type as fast as I could with my right. Suddenly, she went off line, just as we were both beginning to climb mount improbable…I waited, sweating. After a couple of minutes, she messaged me saying that she was not in a position to chat any longer. I stopped the rubbing and looked for another chat partner…Now that I have become a member of Affairlook, I’d love to see members on their cams. Still, the written word has power, beauty, and can incite the deepest urges within…right?
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My Pearl...!
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Posted:Jul 18, 2007 12:44 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2007 12:44 am
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Years ago, when my hormones started going crazy (they still do!), I chanced upon a great book simply titled 'Pearl'. It was a masterpiece of erotica and it claimed that it represented the 'decadent society' in Victorian times in Great Britain...
What a book! It was full of stories, and had sex on its every page. There were lots of poems too...
For the first time, this book opened me to the world of possibilities in sex...for the first time, I read about lesbian love, and my fascination for it grew from that point onwards, nearly 25 years ago! Apart from movies, I've never really had the chance to see two women making it out with each other. Still, I remain an optimist...may be someday I'll get involved in a hot threesome!
If any of you have read this book, do write in...we can discuss...
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