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Red hot notes from Sengadu
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Red hot notes from Sengadu Some incidents leave experiences so deeply ingrained within our being that it seems as if they occurred yesterday. Sixteen years ago (in 1991), fresh from college with an engineering degree, I got my first job through a campus interview with a multinational company that manufactured granite products for export. Happily, I left for Sriperumbudur, a sleepy town near Chennai on the Bangalore-Chennai highway. By then, Sriperumbudur had become famous as the town where Rajiv Gandhi, India’s youngest Prime Minister, was assassinated a few months ago in May 1991. Otherwise, Sriperumbudur was known as the birthplace of Ramanuja, the proponent of a brand of philosophy known as ‘Vishisht Advaita’. It stood between Shankara’s ‘Advaita’ and Madhva’s Dvaita philosophy. Of course, this article is not meant to be an exposition of Ramanuja’s philosophy. It is, as you will discover, quite its anti-thesis. I found a one room tenement and managed my meals in a nearby restaurant run by a family. From Sriperumbudur, one had to travel some 20 kilometres to reach the factory, where I worked as a production engineer. Bus services were erratic, so one had to make do with any form of transport that was available. Travelling by lorry and milk vans was considered normal. If you were lucky, you would get a bus that would take you right up the factory, which was located deep inside forest terrain. Since red soil was found in abundance, the locals called this area ‘Sengadu’ (meaning ‘red forest’  . This was where I had a<b> red hot </font></b>experience one morning.As usual, I was waiting to board any vehicle that came my way that morning. A bus, numbered ‘T17’, stopped and picked us up. It was crowded and I had to struggle to find my way to the middle. I didn’t want to be stuck near the door ‒ there was too much pushing around anyway. The middle, even if it was stuffed, was stable. Pretty soon, a plump sari clad woman boarded the bus at the next stop. I didn’t notice her presence till she positioned herself in front of me. Much as I tried to avoid touching her, I found myself being pushed from behind. There were too many people packed at all possible angles, and we were all touching each other whether we liked it or not. The stench of sweat filled the air. Involuntarily, the plump woman ground her fat behind into my pelvis. Something stirred. I noticed that I could grind into her soft ass without really having to do it, as I was being pushed into her from behind. She didn’t seem to mind. She probably realised that she couldn’t do much about it. After a while, I started rubbing slowly. Through my cotton pants, I could feel the crack of her very soft ass. I went crazy standing behind her, resisting the urge to hold her from the back, her fat tits and her plump bum… She once looked back and then came even closer, almost making it impossible for me to have any room. The only way was forward, so I continued to grind her ass. She pushed back every time there was contact. By then, my cock had assumed huge proportions. The foreskin must have been stretched back, and I was wet with pre cum. I wondered if I’d explode any moment. Just as I was slowly beginning to lose control, the factory stop came and I had to get down. She too got down at the same stop. We didn’t look at each other as we went our ways. I ached for release. I could have stood in the bushes and brought myself off. The factory gates would have then closed on me. They were strict about timings. So I ran in with the erection and got immediately into the business of manufacturing stone for the day. Since then, many fantasies have revolved around that experience. Let me share them another day! Alchemy... May 2008 |
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