MY JOURNEY: EROTIC TALES OF SHALINI

Chapter 1: Introduction

A warm welcome to all my readers. I know I should not be here. This place is for some serious readers. However, I think you must know my story too. My life has been a rollercoaster ride of twists and turns, with moments of triumph and tribulation. All included men with desires. It might sound outrageous but I have never seen a man without any desires. Not a single man who came in my life was free from his desires. Well! Its quite understandable as I am fortunate to possess a shapely figure and striking features.

By the way, my name is Shalini Mishra. I am 51 years old and I an very very experienced. My figure is 36-32-38 which tells a lot about me. I have a 25 years old son and a 21 years old daughter. My husband doesn't live with me anymore. I'm a divorcee and free to live my life. I usually wear saree though western attire also looks as beautiful on my body. I have been with a lot of men till now.

I am a BA graduate in psychology and worked as a manager in a reputed firm. I'm quite sure none of you are interested in my qualification and professional experience. Nobody cared about them back in the days when I used to be young. My friends often say I'm still young and can do whatever I want to do. Here's the thing, I'm bored of doing those things. All I want is to see other aspects of life. I won't say that the life I lived was a very happy or interesting life. That's the life I was blessed with. I got to fulfill every desire of mine whether it was with a boy or a girl. I got everything I wanted when it comes to intimacy.

However, when it comes to finding true love, I am still gasped how people believe in such a thing. Its a bullshit that does not exist, a fairly tale which is nothing more than a lie. Some of you might not believe me and think I'm here to misguide the youth. Let me be very clear on this, you've been misguided my friend. The only thing people have is "desire", desire of attention, desire of money, desire of affection and desire of bodily pleasures. Once their desires are fulfilled, they become unknown as if they never existed, just like their true love.

Anyways, my father was a CEO in company while my mother was a homemaker. I lived in a very strict family under supervision of my granny. When I was 10, I would notice my mother working tirelessly inside kitchen and often think this is how boring my life is going to be. She had to put saree over her head aka ghoonghat. I really hated that. Granny advised my parents to not to allow me wear anything except salwar suit, that too in a very orthodox way.

My granny would frown everytime she saw me in my school dress. I studied in a convent school where girls used to wear skirt upto knee length. My white shirt would expose my curves which every boy loved to scan. My granny would often complain and ask my father to teach me some household chores. God I hated her so much. I had to learn those household chores though I never wanted to.

I was 14 when my granny passed away. Girls of my age had already started living teenager's life when I was helping my mother in the kitchen. Now I had an opportunity to live my life. My friend Nivedita who was also studying in my class would often come to my home for group studies. Sometimes I used to go to her home for the same group studies which involved everything apart from studies.

One day she said, "Let's bunk." "Are you crazy?" I replied in a scared voice,  "My father will stop sending me to school. Maybe they will find a groom for me in village. Better attend all the lectures and go home. I don't want to sit at home and do those boring household chores." Nivedita replied, "Chill! Nobody's gonna tell anything at home. We are in 9th standard now and this is the time we got to live our college life. After two years, we will miss these days. Let's make it memoriable."

I was gasped looking at her innocent face and the kind of behaviour she was showing that day. Last year itself, she would fear each and every teacher of pur school and wouldn't dare being absent for a single day. What happened to her? I asked, "Are you on weed or something? Don't you know that teachers directly call our parents if we are absent for a day?" "I will take care of it, don't worry. There won't be any phone call."

I trusted her words and agreed to bunk with her. This was the start of my transformation from scared little innocent orthodox family shy girl to a bold, modern, outgoing, hot babe. She took me to one of her friend's home. It was not her home though but a group of girls living in PG. Unlike what I expected, those girls were not of our age. They were all college going girls.

Group of four girls Amisha, Riya, Anita and Gunjan had invited Nivedita for hanging out with them. Nivedita also asked them to allow me in their girls get together. They were having a lot of fun. Nivedita and I used to have a lots girls talk but these girls had taken it to the next level. Each one of them had more than 4 boyfriends and none of them were aware that they were being cheated. I got to know a lot from those girls.

By 03:00 PM, we returned home and I was scared if my parents got a call from school but they were normal. I heaved a sigh of relief that nobody from school made a phone call. However, this is just the start. The nect day my life was about to change forever.