Yogesh : Eh item, kya rate tera?
Reshma: 500 ghar ka aur hajaar hotel ka
Yogesh : Vasool karegi paisa?
Reshma : Aaajma toh lo pehle
Yogesh: Gaadi mein karne ka rate?
Reshma : Mere chikne roz gaaadi mein karega?
Yogesh : matlab?
Reshma : Eh chikne, tere ko itna jaldi thodi chodegi mein, tu mera pehla customer hain
Yogesh : Chal phir jaanaat bana mere saath …..

SEXUAL HABITS, words which categorize humans on basis of you wanting to quench that “thirst”, are displayed each moment around the world, in a subtle manner for someone, who’s foreskin doesn’t slide behind or for someone who seems to be chumming and in an aggressive way, for individuals who are deprived of sex and would really want to “plug in the socket”.

A typical night on a Mumbai road, near Juhu beach, as you would know, the fleet of prostitutes who lure you (you horny ones who may have stopped by for a view or if not more) with those delightful cleavages and waxed legs, pave way for you to reach your hand into your pocket to slip out that 500 rupee note, and if the deal is finalized, for you to slip on that condom, unless she comes prepared.

I was once here with a couple of people from Alibaug, who had visited a friend of mine (Rajesh). They were to leave the next afternoon so Rajesh had called me over to meet them.

Yogesh: Lets head out for a drive, I’m fried now, need some air and good breeze.
Rajesh: Oh yes I need to meet Natasha; she’s leaving for the states tomorrow morning. Karan, you drive them around till Juhu or something, I will call you once I’m done and then we’ll roll to town.
Me: Great, lets bounce.

We drove our way through the roads of this beautiful city. Rajesh had gotten off way before to meet his girl, since she was leaving for the States the next day. On reaching Juhu, Yogesh saw many people on the road peeping into rickshaws, so he asked me to stop.

Yogesh got off the car before I could halt at one corner, proving his desperateness to me, while his cousin sat beside me, jolted as he had never seen this lifestyle in the more subtle Alibaug. We over heard him converse with one of them and not much to my awe he got her to sit in the car with him behind while his cousin looked spooked out. He was 27, and I 20. I winked at the guy sitting next to me, who was delicate in nature, and was pretty flabbergasted having a prostitute in the car.

I could hear them talk behind and through the mirror I could see him fondle her.

He suddenly went down on her as we could hear the unzipping of the shorts she was wearing.

Yogesh: Oh my god, stop the car, I said STOP THE CAR!!
ME: What happened man? Isn’t “IT” a worthy catch, I smirked while gradually stopping the car.
Yogesh: She has a penis down there. Eh chal re phut, mujhe kya maloom tu “WOH” hain!
Reshma: Eh chikne pehle baar aaya hain kya re idhar tu? Haan .. Salla chal nikal 100 ke panch patthi.
Yogesh: Arre yeh kya kar rahi hain tu? (IT unzipped itself, removed his wallet and took out a 500 hundred note, as mahatma Gandhi laughed on his stupidity)
Reshma: Eh chikne, agli baar aayega toh sabko batana mat ke mera mard bhi hain, kya?

And he hurled it out of the car, while I drove and laughed like never before, and much to my surety, Yogesh pleaded me not to inform Rajesh about this incident, and he claimed he was foolish and desperate.

Majority of them were cross dressers, since Kamatiputra is the haridwar for true sex addicts, all the top notch prostitutes had made it their home, and with the high purchasing power of sex freaks residing there, they would get a healthy price for providing ultimate satisfaction.

So this category was called “Impulsive Horny disorder” where Yogesh succumbed to that motive which made him the biggest retard today in my eyes. IT was a Sexciting encounter and such desperateness might lead to agony and despair later, and if you are really desperate, IT might make you another Yogesh.