Tag: breast feeding

It all began when I lost my new-born baby boy just after 15 days of his birth. He was suffering from some rare complications in his kidney.They say that breast-feeding is good for both mother and child. It helps to maintain good health of baby as well as mother. Agreed, but what to do when there is no baby?I didn't know what to do with my breasts. My body was producing milk and there was no one to consume it. There was a severe pain in my breasts due to accumulation of milk. Also I was feeling fever. I asked Ketan, my hubby to help. He sucked my breasts for few seconds once and refused to comply next time. He said he didn't like smell. He even refused to come close forget about making love.I complained about pain to the doctor at the nursing home. Doctor advised me to throw away milk by pressing my breasts with my own hands. I tried this but I felt very guilty. I was wasting energy given to me by God!I approached one NGO. They sent me to orphanage to breastfeed one abandoned newborn

Since my baby was born eight months ago my sex life has taken a turn for the worse. My husband doesn't seem very interested, other than an occasional quickie, which leaves me feeling low, not wanted and sexually frustrated.I have worked hard to get myself back in shape and I think I have succeeded very well. The only difference in my body, compared to pre-pregnancy, is the fact that my breasts are much larger and full of milk. I am still breast feeding my baby once a day. The only problem is that I have a surplus of milk and have to express some daily. To me, though, my tits look fantastic. They are large, firm and my nipples are huge and always look swollen and erect. It turns me on no end and they feel extra sensitive and sensual. My husband, however, doesn't seem to like them for some reason and moans at me when my nipples poke through my clothes. He thinks it looks disgusting. I think it looks hot and so very sexy.Anyway, there I was feeling frustrated when my next door

நடு இரவில் தங்கள் அறைக் கதவு யாரோ திறக்கும் சத்தம் கேட்க திவ்யா விழித்துக்கொண்டாள். ஹரீஷ் அவளது இடது புறம் கண்மூடி கிடக்க அவனுக்குக் குண்டியைக் காண்பித்துப் படுத்தபடி வலது புறம் ஒருக்களித்துக் கிடந்தாள் திவ்யா.   சாந்தி தான் கதவைத் திறந்து வருவாள். இந்த நேரத்தில் வேறு யார் வரப் போகிறார்கள் என்று நினைத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த திவ்யாவிற்கு அதிர்ச்சி கொடுக்கும்

செண்பகம் கதவைத் திறந்து உள்ளே செல்ல ஹரீஷ் அவளை, பின் தொடர்ந்து உள்ளே வர, "கதவ சாத்திடுடா ஹரீஷ்" என்று சொல்லிக்கொண்டே கொண்டு வந்த கூடையைக் கீழே வைக்க, கதவைச் சாத்திய ஹரீஷ் இமைப் பொழுதில் செண்பகத்தின் முந்தானையைப் பிடித்து அவளை தன் மீது இழுத்தான். ஹரிஷின் இழுப்பில் செண்பகம் அவன் நெஞ்சில் போய் விழுந்தாள், அவள் சுதாரிக்கும் முன் அவளை அப்படியே சுவரில் சாய்த்து, அவள்

மறுநாள் ஹரீஷ் ஸ்கூலில் இருந்து வரும்போது வீடு பூட்டி இருந்தது. பக்கத்துக்கு வீட்டு ஆன்ட்டி இவன் ஸ்கூலில் இருந்து வந்ததைப் பார்த்து வெளியே வந்தாள். "டேய் ஹரீஷ் உங்க அம்மாவுக்கு திடீரென்று வயிறு வலி உண்டாயிடிச்சி, டவுன் ஆஸ்பத்திரிக்கு கூட்டிட்டு போயிருக்காங்க. நீ வந்தால் சாவி கொடுக்க சொன்னாங்க, இந்தா சாவி" என்று சாவியைக் கொடுத்தாள்.சாவியை வாங்கிக்கொண்டு

My name is Sangeeta Rawat. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village named Madhupur in Madhya Pradesh. I am 24 years of age now and the mother of 2 very young children. My eldest daughter is 2 years of age and my youngest son is now, a 4 month baby. This is my real life story, on how I have been exploited and subjected to a life of shame, due to circumstances in life. Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. We were blessed with a daughter two years ago. But

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the '70s. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being overbooked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in tine for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night

My name is Rohan and I am from India.This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today.My mom was just sixteen when she was married. My sister Anita was born one year after the marriage. I was born two years after that. My father was a very high profile man working as a civil servant. We lived in a small town in Nasik near Mumbai. My mom continued to study even after her marriage because of my father's encouragement. I don't know being a civil servant how he managed to marry my under aged mom. After completing her collage my mom took up a job in a local bank.We lived in a beautiful duplex bungalow. It had a large living room and two bedrooms in the ground floor and two bedrooms on the first floor. We also had a little garden in the

I was planning to transfer to an out of state graduate school when my mother, who was 43 at the time, decided it was her last chance to have the second baby she had always wanted, but never had because of her busy career in law.  Then a few months in to her pregnancy, it happened. I found myself becoming sexually attracted to my own mother for the first time in my life. Her transformation came gradually, with her wearing fewer clothes around the house to escape the summer heat. And as time went on, not only did her stomach grow, but so did her breasts and thighs. It eventually came to the point where she didn't even bother wearing a bra anymore to hide her ever growing breasts. I tried my best to fight these urges, and I thought it would end after she gave birth, but things only became worse for me. Being able to catch glimpses of her enlarged and swollen dark nipple as she breast fed drove me to the point of having to masturbate thinking about her. I felt ashamed the

The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making visibility almost impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the window of his Jeep Cherokee. His mother, Krista sat in the other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of water. Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear window for a few seconds before looking back to the front."I hope that they are okay," she mumbled."Oh, they'll be fine," Wayne told her, hoping that he was right.Wayne's whole family was driving up to their cabin in the mountain for a mini-vacation. Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Krista's sister, and Wayne's little sister, Marie were in the second car somewhere behind them. They had taken both cars because Kim had to return on Tuesday. Wayne, Krista, Tony, and Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.When they had started out earlier that morning, it had been sprinkling, but it had turned into a steady rain before very long. The rain had continued to intensify all morning long turning