I first saw Rashmika Dasgupta when I was a college senior working in the final semester class registration line and she was a junior signing up for classes. When our eyes met, hers softened into a delicious, sensual twinkle. There was a quiet, yet unmistakable, explosion in my brain. It was love at first sight.
Our first date and first kiss were that night. We were together every available moment for a week. We spent, spending the time learning about each other, and letting our love ripen.
“There’s a Freshers party tonight. Let’s go,” I said to her on Friday afternoon.
“I hear their parties are drunken orgies,” she replied. Read more »
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Her hands were now placed on the straps of my bra, for the first time in last 20 minutes I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror in front of me and the first thing I saw was the hanging mangalsutra in my neck. The image brought about a ting of guilt inside me but before that thought could register any significant impact, a sound of “click” released my breasts from my bra. My head bend down once again and now she was caressing my nipples with her fingers. It ran a sensation in my whole body and the sense of guilt was taken over by a completely different feeling, I was enjoying her touch.
Suddenly she grabbed my nipples in her fingers and then left them with a jerk, the move almost caught me off-guard and I almost fell down from the chair. She repeated the movement once again and then again, now she was also kissing (almost biting) my neck. I felt like my body has no weight, her movements were sending me to another level of sensation; I was feeling something very wet down in my panties. It was the first time in last five years that someone touched my body and in those years I almost forgot how it feels to be touched by another person. Read more »
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November 11, 1994. That was the night I lost my virginity. I had been dating Anita for almost 6 months, and while we had made out countless times, we had never gone all the way. I was a classic product of the Indian middle class, having bought into the “all Indian girls are sati savitris” business and had never touched a girl even though I was almost 22 years old. Anita and I had formed an instant connection when we met at work, and one thing led to another and we had been hanging out together for a few months. I lived in a small rented apartment in Dadar, Mumbai. As we often did, Anita and I came over to my place after a movie, to have a drink, smoke a little and hopefully make out.
That night, we were sitting on my bed, kissing, as my hands roughly manhandled her breasts. Anita, a 24 year old Maharashtrian Brahmin, and I, the son of teachers from New Delhi. She is very fair (actually looks a lot like Raveena Tandon), with a ravishingly sexy face and a very well toned body that is not too skinny (unlike those anorexic women on the catwalk), but just right. Very sumptuous.
As we were kissing, Anita started playing with my nipples, her finger tips almost dancing on my chest, and in those days, it did not take very long for me to get hard. Sensing my desperation, she started unzipping my trousers, and for the first time, before I knew it, I was completely naked with her. I am 5’10”, and at that time was a bit on the skinny side (still am, albeit with a couple of extra kilos), and have a pretty nice (I think) 7” cock with a decent girth that is even darker than my dark brown skin. She reached down and started playing with my cock and balls. I was in heaven as I had never been naked with her—or any one else, for that matter—and her nails gently caressed my balls, making me ache with desire. Read more »
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Sapna got up early and saw Rajesh spread out beside her still in deep sleep. Must be very late last night she thought and went to bathroom to freshen up. She prepared the tea for herself as she didn’t want to wake up Rajesh so early and settled in the living room with the newspaper.
As she was going through the newspaper something caught her eyes. She saw few printed sheet of paper fluttering beneath the keyboard on the computer table. She picked them up, on the back side of the sheet it was handwritten in bold “for my darling wife.” Curious, she turned over and was shocked to see her mails sent to John were printed there. She flipped over the pages and knew that her anonymous email account is accessed by Rajesh. She turned the pages with a worried look on her face.
Anxiously she fidgeted with the papers and walked to the bedroom where Rajesh was still sleeping. She sat beside her and touched her face stroking it gently until he opened his eyes.
“What is this Rajesh,” she pushed the sheets in his hands. Read more »
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My dear friends, I thought many times about sharing this story since its covered with my life’s most private events. It’s about My mother. How she sacrificed everything even her body and chastity for the wellbeing of her son.
Ours is a family of two- me and my mom. I’m Nikhil 20 and my mom Padma, 38. I was told by my mom that my dad left her when I was in a tender age. since then I’m her everything, my happiness is everything to her. Even though she doesn’t know where my father is, she behaves like a sumangali, wearing sindhoor on her forehead, wearing bangles and Mangalasutra. She is a conservative orthodox and respectful lady. We enjoy each others company, We could be considered a working lower middle class family living in a tiny two bedroom house in a huge city somewhere in South India.
Our economic condition was not all that well. I was still studying in my final year and had to work part time. Although the pressure of the job was too much it would wore off when I came home to have the snacks kept ready for me by mom. My mom is a delicious cook. She is delicious as well. Very few sons get to have a mother like her. At the age of 39 she was a perfect shaped woman (Thanks to all the hard work). Having a perfect shaped larger than average sized boobs, and her lovely ass neatly curved would be a delicacy even to her own son to see. She mostly wears Saree at home and occasionally nighty. I must admit that I had fantasies about her. Initially I felt guilt but later I thought it was normal. Because she is the only person with whom I live besides it hard to avoid such thoughts by a sexually active boy about a very hot female. So I decided to keep these thoughts restrained to my fantasies and allowed myself to see her in a sexy way. I wouldn’t miss a chance to peep at her cleavage when she bends down while wearing nighty. Read more »
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I guess I belong here, but then again maybe not. ‘Here’ is the Tihar jail where I may be for some time … well at least until the trial is over, anyway. Why am I here, you may ask? Well, I guess they think I killed my wife and son. Again you might ask, why? Well, let me explain.
I’m Rajnish Harjo and I have been married to my beautiful wife, Yasmine, for seventeen years. We have … er had a son who had turned eighteen just last month. It seems he had a unique birthday wish, that only he and his mother knew about. She gave him his wish the day after his birthday. Yeah, I’ll get to that wish in a minute. Let me tell this my way, OK?
I met Yasmine in college and we dated off and on until we married in our final year at Mumbai University. Yasmine received her degree in education and physical education, while mine was in business and accounting. I wrangled a job at a very prestigious accounting firm here in our home town of Pune. Yasmine started teaching at the middle school. Then, when our son, Ketan, moved up to high school, Yasmine followed him over as the their vice principal. Read more »
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That was not a very good morning for me, I had broken up with my girlfriend last night, we were in a relationship for last 2 years, but last night suddenly she said, “I want to break up with you, as our relationship is not going anywhere, due to some reason; I don’t know what, but just something is missing in our relationship. Our relation doesn’t have that spark. We r together for 2 years but I can’t feel anything for you. Don’t take me wrong you are good looking, have a nice job, and also a good human being, but I can’t see a soulmate in you.”
I just thought that I’m the biggest fool in the world who wasted my precious 2 years with a girl who don’t feel anything about me.
After 2 minutes of silence she break the silence and said, “Hey! Don’t be sad yaar, life doesn’t ends with end of any relationship, we are still good friends.” Read more »
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