Day 64 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
My inspiration: A really bad replication of Egon Schiele’s Embrace. I have a feeling he is going to haunt me and that will be scary, find his work very dark.
Anyway, here’s S from Gurgoan thanking Tinder for the best quickies.
“I kept telling myself that Tinder was the last place I’d go to in search of love. While all my friends were dabbling with more than one option at a time, I was shying away from something that I’ve been longing for.
Then one night I downloaded Tinder and fell head over heels for this one guy I saw as soon as I joined. He wasn’t that handsome and there was nothing charming about his profile, but I instantly felt some connection. We hastened and the relationship started quickly. I found myself bunking office every alternate day just because I wanted to sleep with him.
We’d have our so called “quickies” almost every day. I would tell my manager that I have to go to the bank or run some errand every afternoon; just to feel him close to me in those hot sticky summers. While my manager wouldn’t have thought what I was doing in that one and a half hour break every day, I had the time of my life.
I loved how we were together. His hands; my hands, his thighs; my thighs, his lips; my lips, his torso; my back and everything in between. It was so surreal that I started worshiping it. I would then rush back to the office with wet panties, leaving an unmade bed in the storeroom of his office. It was always funny how we’d sleep on the same unmade bed for days- those crumpled bedsheets. I would ask him as to why we never bothered to clean the bed and he said that neither of us had the time for it.
Fast forward few months, I started seeing less of him and he wouldn’t reply to my messages. I stalked his Facebook profile, his Twitter and even his WhatsApp – but couldn’t find anything. He was a lot secretive that way.
I think that’s the best I could get from Tinder”