My name is Bhaavna Satpati. I am a married woman of 33 yrs, living with my hubby in Mulund.
I work in a mid sized Ad agency headquartered in Mumbai, with two sister offices in Nagpur and Pune where they're trying to break even.
Recently I was tapped for a 3 day assignment at Pune where I was to help two fellows from our branches learn a new sales hack devised by our team. What happened on those three nights and days still makes my belly skin crawl. But before going into that let me tell u few things about myself.
I got married a little late (partly because of my career and partly b'coz no one was nagging me to be his wife). I was what u would call a plain vanilla girl left undisturbed among exotic flavors. I had been asked out on dates a couple of times, even kissed and groped once but that was about it. I was thin and frail and wore a bun and rims to work. Those forcefields faithfully protected my virginity till the day of my marriage.
After I bore a child, things changed. I gathered flesh at certain places, grew fairer (from being indoors with my child), stopped wearing rims and wore sarees as my kurtis wouldn't fit.
I noticed the change in myself through a colleague's eye on my second day at work. As we were talking I found him gazing and followed his stare to the gold chain ensconced within my rather deep cleavage. The guy noticed me noticing him and smiled.
"Motherhood suits you." he whispered.
"Thank you" I blurted, not sure if I should be pleased or scandalized.
Things then became wierd for me at work with men offering selfless hands for anything or nothing. I was unsure, uncomfortable and wanted them to get over it. Or did I? I'm not sure anymore.
At home I had a sickly child to feed for most of my wakeful hours when I wasn't cooking or cleaning. My hubby did his part mostly by flipping channels, reading paper, eating or snoring. He would squeeze in the occasional intercourse, mood permitting, sans any foreplay while I prayed for the sex I used to get before our son happened when he was more inventive. Sigh.
So sometimes at night when the baby had finished suckling, I would touch myself to sleep.
I work in a mid sized Ad agency headquartered in Mumbai, with two sister offices in Nagpur and Pune where they're trying to break even.
Recently I was tapped for a 3 day assignment at Pune where I was to help two fellows from our branches learn a new sales hack devised by our team. What happened on those three nights and days still makes my belly skin crawl. But before going into that let me tell u few things about myself.
I got married a little late (partly because of my career and partly b'coz no one was nagging me to be his wife). I was what u would call a plain vanilla girl left undisturbed among exotic flavors. I had been asked out on dates a couple of times, even kissed and groped once but that was about it. I was thin and frail and wore a bun and rims to work. Those forcefields faithfully protected my virginity till the day of my marriage.
After I bore a child, things changed. I gathered flesh at certain places, grew fairer (from being indoors with my child), stopped wearing rims and wore sarees as my kurtis wouldn't fit.
I noticed the change in myself through a colleague's eye on my second day at work. As we were talking I found him gazing and followed his stare to the gold chain ensconced within my rather deep cleavage. The guy noticed me noticing him and smiled.
"Motherhood suits you." he whispered.
"Thank you" I blurted, not sure if I should be pleased or scandalized.
Things then became wierd for me at work with men offering selfless hands for anything or nothing. I was unsure, uncomfortable and wanted them to get over it. Or did I? I'm not sure anymore.
At home I had a sickly child to feed for most of my wakeful hours when I wasn't cooking or cleaning. My hubby did his part mostly by flipping channels, reading paper, eating or snoring. He would squeeze in the occasional intercourse, mood permitting, sans any foreplay while I prayed for the sex I used to get before our son happened when he was more inventive. Sigh.
So sometimes at night when the baby had finished suckling, I would touch myself to sleep.