Misc. Erotica Vikram's Porn Addiction comes true

[Mohit.Kumar]

The drive to the corporate training firm is a blur of traffic and anticipation. His palms are sweaty, his heart racing like it's about to escape his chest. When he finally arrives, he takes a moment to compose himself in the parking lot, staring at the reflection of the towering building in the side-view mirror. This is it. This is where she's moved on to, leaving their shared past behind.

The lobby is cold and sterile, the scent of antiseptic cleaning products mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The reception desk is empty, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting image of Chaitali that has been etched into his mind. He approaches the desk, his eyes scanning the nameplate. It's not her. The woman behind the desk looks up at him with a practiced smile, her eyes glazed with boredom.

"Can I help you?" she asks, her voice a monotone drone that grates against the symphony of desire playing in his head.

"Yes," he croaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm looking for Chaitali Ghosh. Is she... available?"

The receptionist's eyes flicker to the computer screen before she looks back at him with a tight smile. "I'm sorry, but Mrs. Ghosh left the company five years ago. May I ask who's inquiring?"

Vikram's heart sinks like a stone in a deep well. "I'm an old college friend," he says, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "Just wanted to catch up. Could you possibly tell me where she went?"

The receptionist's smile turns into a polite grimace. "I'm afraid I don't have that information. We respect our former employees' privacy."

Vikram nods, his mind racing. Five years—an eternity in the digital age. So much could have changed, and yet, she remained a constant in his most secret fantasies. He retreats to his car, the cool leather of the seat a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his skin. The engine purrs to life, the vibrations sending a shiver through his body. He needs to find her.

Back at his apartment, the laptop glows with a seductive light, the ghosts of his past online searches haunting the browser history. He opens a new tab and logs into his LinkedIn account. With trembling fingers, he navigates to Chaitali's profile again. Staring at her professional headshot, he can't help but imagine her naked, her body contorting in ecstasy. On a whim, he takes a screenshot of her profile picture and opens his WhatsApp.

He's a member of several groups, from old college friends to work colleagues to the neighborhood gossip gang. His thumb hovers over the send button, his heart racing with the thrill of potential exposure. The thought of all his acquaintances seeing her, knowing his dirty little secret, is exhilarating. With a deep breath, he presses down, sending the image to every group he's a part of.

The silence of his apartment is broken by the symphony of his phone's notifications. It's a cacophony of sounds, a digital echo of his own heartbeat. He watches, breath bated, as the little blue ticks slowly turn to gray. Each one a silent acknowledgment that his message has been delivered, a little piece of his soul laid bare for all to see.

The first reply is from a classmate, a guy he's barely spoken to since graduation. "Who's that?" It's followed by a series of emojis, some shocked, some questioning. The second reply is from a woman he had a fleeting fling with, her eyes wide with surprise. "Is this the Chaitali from college?" Her curiosity is palpable, even through the screen.

Vikram's phone buzzes with more messages, a mix of confusion, amusement, and a hint of arousal. The group chat comes alive with whispers of her name, a siren's call to his memories. He can almost feel the eyes of his past on him, judging, curious, and maybe a little bit jealous.

One message stands out, from a number not saved in his contacts. "I know where she is," it reads, the words a lifeline thrown into the tumultuous sea of his desire. His heart skips a beat, and he quickly responds, his thumbs dancing over the keyboard with a newfound urgency. "Where?"