என் அம்மாவின் கல்லு முலைகள் என் கண்ணுக்கெதிரே 'கட கட கட' வென ஆடிக்கொண்டிருந்தன. ஜாக்கெட்டை திமிறிக்கொண்டு காட்சியளித்த அம்மாவின் மார்புத்திரட்சியை நான் ஓரக்கண்னால் பார்த்து ரசித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். அம்மா என் கைகளுக்கு எண்ணெய் தேய்த்து விட்டுக் கொண்டிருந்தாள். நான் இடுப்பில் வெறும் துண்டோடு ஒரு நாற்காலியில் அமர்ந்திருந்தேன். கைகளுக்கு எண்ணெய் தேய்த்து விட்டு,

Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house's living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would

வீடு கலகலப்பாக இருந்தது. அன்றுதான் அவர்கள் புதிதாக கட்டிய வீட்டிற்க்கு குடி வந்துள்ளனர். ஐயர் ஹோமம் வளர்த்துகொண்டிருந்தார். அங்கும் இங்கும் பரபரப்பாக பூஜை வேளைகளை பார்த்துக்கொண்டும் வந்தவர்களுடன் புன்னகையுடன் பேசிக்கொண்டிருந்த அம்மா உமாவை வைத்த கண் எடுக்காமல் பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்தான் பிரபு. 38 வயதில் அம்மா உமா அவ்வளவு அழகாக இருந்தாள்.உமா ராஜன் தம்பதியர்க்கு 18 வயது

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate HoliHoli, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating

எங்கள் வீட்டில் அப்பா, அம்மா, நான், தங்கச்சி நாலே பேர்தான்! அப்பா கொஞ்ச நாள் துபாயில் வேலைபார்த்தார். பிறகு சென்னையில் செட்டிலாகிவிட்டோம். நான் டிகிரி முடித்து வேலைக்கு செல்கிறேன்! தங்கச்சி ரோஸ்லின் பேஷன் டிசைனிங் படிக்கிறாள். அம்மா வீட்டில்தான் இருக்கிறாள், பெயர் ரூபி ஜான், அப்பா பேர் ஆல்பிரட் ஜான் .எனக்கு செக்ஸில் பெரும் நாட்டத்தை ஏற்படுத்தியது, “என் தங்கை

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her WomanhoodThe marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father, Thakur Hari Singh, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord, the Thakur had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather and that his newly married son should set about propagating the clan forthwith.This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Binita, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though

It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn't get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn't get enough he was like an untamed bull.And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow's hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day's intended menu.She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.She would wake her husband early to go get

நான் ஹாலில் இருந்து அம்மாவின் பெட்ரூமை எட்டிப் பார்த்தேன். அம்மா பீரோவில் அதை தேடுவது தெரிந்தது. பீரோவுக்குள் இருப்பதை எல்லாம் கட்டிலில் வாரி இறைத்து, மிக பதட்டத்துடன் தேடிக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். பதட்டத்தில் அவளது கைவிரல்கள் நடுங்குவது தெரிந்தது. அதை காணவில்லையே என்ற ஏக்கம் அவள் முகத்தில் மண்டிக்கிடந்தது. அம்மா தேடுவதை கொடுத்துவிடலாமா என நினைத்த நான், பின்பு இன்னும்

நான் ஸ்கூல்ல படிக்கும்போதே எனக்கு விளம்பரத்துல மாடலா நடிக்கிற வாய்ப்பு வந்துச்சு. அப்பா விளம்பர கம்பெனியில ஆர்ட் டைரக்டரா இருந்ததுனால அப்பா கூட பல விளம்பர கம்பெனிக்கு போகும்போது அவங்களே விளம்பரத்துல நடிக்க கூப்பிட்டாங்க. ஆனா முதல்ல அப்பா, படிக்கிற பொண்ணுனு தயங்கினாரு. அப்புறம் ஸ்கூல் வயசு சிறுமிகளுக்கான மாடலிங் நடப்ப தான். புகைப்படங்கள் மட்டும் விளம்பரங்களில்

When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.Only occasionally, Maniamma, the ironing lady came to collect the garage key to