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நான் ஜட்டியை போட்டு விட்டு, பேன்டையும், சட்டையையும் போட தொடங்கவே,அவளோ, "மதன் நீங்க உங்க ட்ரஸ்சை எடுத்துக் கொண்டு மாடி அறைக்கு போய் அங்கே வைத்து போடுங்க. அத்தை வந்தாலும் உடனே மாடிக்கு ஏறி வர மாட்டார்கள் அல்லவா. மேலும் அவங்க வந்ததும், ட்ரஸ் சேன்ஜ் பண்ணி, டாய்லட்டுக்கு போய் வந்தததற்கு அப்புறமாகத்தான் மற்ற வேலைகளை கவனிக்க தொடங்குவார்கள். அவர்கள் டாய்லட் போயிருக்கும் அந்த

நான் கண் விழித்த போது, பலத்த சிந்தனையில் இருந்தவளை என்னவென்று வற்புறுத்தி கேட்க, நாம் இருவரும் ஒன்றாக சேருவது எப்படி என்பதை பற்றித்தான் யோசித்துக் கொண்டிருக்கிறேன் என்றாள்….எப்படி கலா என்று கேட்க..அதற்கு அவளோ…15 நாட்களுக்கு ஒருமுறை வியாபார விஷயத்தை முடித்து விட்டு ஊர் வரும் மாமா…அநேகமாக இன்னும் 3 நாட்களில் வருவார்கள்.. வந்தால் 4 நாட்கள் வீட்டிலேயே அத்தையுடன்

எனக்கு பயத்தில் கை காலெல்லாம் சிறிது உதறல் எடுத்தது… கல்யாணத்திற்கு போன சித்தி திரும்பி வந்து விட்டாளா?…. உள்ளால் வந்து நான் இங்கு இருப்பதையும் பார்த்து விட்டால்.. வேறு வினையே வேண்டாம்…கலாவுக்கும் எனக்கும் உள்ள தொடர்பை, அவளும் அறிந்து, என் வீட்டாருக்கும் தெரியப்படுத்தி.. இனிமேலால் எனக்கும் கலாவுக்கும் எந்த வித டாக்கிங்கும்.. டச்சிங்கும்…இல்லாமல் பண்ணி விடுவாளே என

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

My mother married my father when she was 20 and father was 30. Although there was big age deference between them initially their married life was quite satisfactory. After marriage within a year I was born. Father was working in good company here in Bombay. Father used to leave morning 9:00am and used to return 7:00pm at home. As My mother was housewife she would greet him everyday when he returned from office. We would laugh, chat or play together. We used to go out in the garden, for shopping or for dinner. As far as I remember we were quite happy family until up to two years before. After that everything changed. My father eventually falls in bad friendships. He started drinking and gambling. He started to come late from office. Initially my mother tried to change his new habits and he even listen her some times. But after he started to ignore her. After that peacefulness of our house had shattered. Every other day father would come home drunk and then would quarrel and abusing

I am Rajni. I am 28 yrs old and my statistics are 36/27/38 and I am 5-4". My complexion is fair although not milky white but still fair enough. I have high degree exhibitionist tendencies. I do not lose any opportunity to show myself off to others because I am very proud of my figure. Whereas others are concerned I don't mind exposing to any age group because I firmly believe a male is a male however old he is. He will never miss an opportunity to ogle at some well stacked woman's body, even if she is his distant or sometimes may be even close relative.I have noticed people from the age group of 16-60 leering at my body. Of all the parts of my body, I have noticed that males stare at my buttocks the most. Although I couldn't see it myself but I am told by others including my husband that my ass is the best part of my anatomy. And I feel them to be true whenever I go to market or crowded bus/train I notice people following me wherever I go just to pinch my ass or sometimes maybe

அடுத்த நாள்...ஏற்கனவே தீர்மானித்தது போல, வேஷ்டி கட்டிக்கொண்டு சித்தி வீட்டிற்குப் போனேன். என்னைப் பார்த்த சித்திக்கு மிகுந்த ஆச்சரியம்!"என்னடா, இன்னைக்கு வேட்டி கட்டிட்டு வந்திருக்கே? தூங்கும் போது கூடப் பேண்டைக் கழட்ட மாட்டியே... என்ன ஆச்சு உனக்கு?" என்று கேட்டாள்.கலாவும் அதே ஆச்சரியத்தோடு என்னைப் பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். ஆனால், அந்த கள்ளிக்கு விஷயம்

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors.Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had

என் பெயர் மதன், வயது 35, தற்போது வளைகுடா நாடு ஒன்றில் தனியார் கம்பனியில் வேலை பார்த்து வருகிறேன். என் 23வது வயதில் நான் ஊரில் இருந்த போது நடந்த எனது அனுபவத்தினை உங்களிடம் பகிர்ந்து கொள்ள ஆசைப்படுகிறேன். எனது கல்லூரி படிப்பு முடிந்து, மேற்படிப்பு படிக்க முடியாத சூழ்நிலையில்வளைகுடா நாடு செல்லலாம் என்று முடிவெடுத்து, விசாவுக்காக காத்திருந்த போது, பொழுதை கழிப்பது

I never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jet lag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn't keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc… Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.On the 31st, I thought of asking him on