With each compose.

Comments

"Send"

"That's my gurrrlllllllll"

On clicking on the link, several images and videos popped up.

A woman who maybe gets paid in dollars or nothing for her overly seductive voice started ranting some techniques.

"Why don't they just show some actual demonstrations?"

"Shush, just watch it, its not me who has the "cant-find-my-clitoris" problem you see?"

Okay so let me halt you guys right here. Since the cat has already leaped out of its bag (I had really hoped it will not though), let me talk you guys over my "problem".

Watching seamless porn has been the fascination for every teenager once they hit puberty. And this has become a rule of the nature itself such is the intensity of normalisation of watching porn. I got absorbed into this "natural process" myself but by some smirking twist of fate, the journey always remained halfway through.

I could never sense the pleasure myself. Too hard for you to interpret? Okay! girl's gonna go easy.

I could never masturbate. Why?

After each video ending with the couple climaxing, I would get into high hopes of climaxing myself! Nothing wrong with that, right?

But as my darling fingers would reach beyond my garments to experience a glistening savannah waiting to be cherished with my anticipation and libido at its peak, everything would go dry in a few moments and the irony is, my libido would slowly fade into a diminished point the moment I would start the pleasuring act of flicking my fingers across the folds! And you know what happens if a truck tires to navigate across a dry land! I would still keep trying to get it back even though I know the savannah has just turned the driest. As a result, I have ended up causing uncomfortable pain to myself on several such occasions.

Now, my dear little friend Naisha with the graveness of a sexologist had suggested me to find out my clitoris, the pleasure point of every female and only that could absolve me of my problem.

And thus my journey of seeking my clitoris had begun since then.

Countless instructions, videos, images and none of them came to any use.They just showed the location.
SO WHAT?!was I supposed to experience that long desired climax as soon as I touch it or I was supposed to worship it for 2 days!
I never knew. I could not even locate it!
These media never came with any actual demonstrations and this lead me to wonder if I was the only possible human with this as an actual problem! And the girls featuring on the adult videos had a different vagina altogether! I could never relate to these glistening beauties.

"Hey I got to go, I have a tuition in ten minutes, you see if this can be of any help" She said in that same excited tone.

"Yeah don't be late and hey please stop being so hyper babe, I get jealous sometimes!"

She gave a cackled laughter accompanied with a muffled bye and the line got disconnected.

We were from different schools and her exams meant a period of relaxation for me. As idleness slowly started seeping in, I heard a ping from my Samsung M32.

Oh yeah, textmeup.com it is! another boring website full of boring strangers, I had signed up to yesterday on an impulsive whim.

On checking the notification bar, I saw a comment which had come in favour of my post.

Always being the one who was too insecure of her appearance, I had taken to social media with the purpose of honing my writing skills instead of posting any picture featuring me. Since I had signed in just yesterday, there was only one post which spoke of the unfairness of marital rape and how it was still a issue considered premature by the Indian society. I had attempted to convert the piece into a sonnet and as expected only a few had taken time to read this.

I scrolled down to see the only comment posted by a person with a username "leashed_09"

It was a long one, on scrutinising I saw that it was actually a mesh of lines, a poem. "A poem and here? quiet unusual" my mind never failed to express its own opinions, you see.

"I see the fire raging in her eyes,

molded into silence,

with each button ripped off her blouse.

As the carnal sheathe wraps around her plunderer,

her husband.

Ever so slow she closes her eyes ready to submit to submission,

but then the thunderbolts leashes her lose,

the wounded animal howling again,

she opens her eyes ever so slow, ready to sue her husband,

with a knife ever so poisoned.

The piece in the comment literally extended my sonnet.

The last line of the comment said..

"A nice one Chhavi Ratawal"

I roved my eyes up the screen to locate his name.

Rehaan Purohit.

(Okay! not my favourite I can say but I put in my best efforts to open the story with a detailed background and yeah trust me?! The clit problem exists:/). Keep reading! I swear it gets more interesting with the coming chapter "The interaction")