A Bowl of Elusive

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit description of sexual acts with characters of the LGBTQ spectrum, and might not be palatable for all audiences. If you can keep an open mind towards that, read on. I have never written on this topic (LGBTQ) before but I tried to handle it with the sensitivity and the respect it deserves. If I offend any sentiments, it'd be unintended and I would like to apologize in advance. Rishabh had promised himself that he’ll be open to new experiences. He had always had a very high sex drive and an open mind to go with it. His approach to sex could be described as hedonistic and carnal. Fortunately, his partners in the past had shared his knack for wild and exploratory sex. But as anyone who’s ever been addicted to anything, Rishabh needed more and more of it to feel gratified. And after a while, his partners just couldn’t keep up with his escalating need for new and different experiences.  Lisa, his last girlfriend, had walked out on him w...

So, those of you who knew me between 2001 and 2007 must remember what I was like. I was very talkative, often ended up being the brunt of all jokes and frankly didn't give a shit about that. Well, happy days! And if you haven't actually interacted with me since then, you might have a hard time getting used to me now. I don't talk as much. Even though I often say this, it's not true that I ran out of things to say as I grew up. I just ran out of the energy to speak up about the things I had in mind. Now I don't know whether my peers can relate to this or not. Frankly many of my friends actually found their voices as they matured. I, on the other hand, lost mine. After a long hard week, it's Sunday again. So I guess it is time for some soul searching. At 7AM in the morning, here I am, awake and worrying about how I am gonna get through the week ahead. That's my life now. Anyway, where was I? So, I was telling you about how I lost my voice. ...