கண்ணாடி முன்னால் நின்று கொண்டு இருந்தேன். வடிவு. வயது 40. கண்ணாடியில் என்னை பார்க்க எனக்கே போதையாக இருந்தது. முகம் லட்சணமாக நடிகை சுகன்யா போல லஷ்மிகரமாக இருந்தது. வயது 40 ஆனாலும் முகத்தில் இன்னும் இளமை அப்படியே இருந்தது.சற்றே நீண்ட முகம். மிக கச்சிதமான நாசி. சிவந்த உதடுகள். ரோஜாவை போல கொஞ்சம் உப்பி இருந்தது. நல்ல உயரம். கவர்ந்திழுக்கும் மீனா ஐடெக்ஸ் கண்கள். போதையான கண்கள்.

Mom's Perspective: The ExperimentEverything was going according to plan until the State went into lockdown. The laboratory had to be temporarily closed and the research team was ordered to work from home.The experimental drug made Elizabeth's breasts swollen and filled with milk, since they were now deprived of the industrial strength pumps in the laboratory.She milked herself twice a day in her bedroom, having been supplied with breast pumps, small sealable bags, and a cooling container for transport. Each sample of her milk was invaluable as they represented gradual changes in her body. Her basement freezer was full of bags which had been carefully marked with the date.There was just one problem; her milk supply seemed to be associated with heightened sexual activity. Technicians in the labs typically helped her navigate that snafu. Now that she was isolated, it was more of a challenge.Left without a proper outlet, Elizabeth's hormones were teetering on the brink. She was in

திடுக்கென்று கண் விழித்து பார்க்கும்போது என் உடம்பு வியற்வையால் நனைந்து இருந்தது. மீண்டும் அதே கனவு! இந்த கனவு ஒரு மாதமாக அடிக்கடி வந்துக்கொண்டு இருக்கிறது. கனவில் நந்து என்ற நந்தகோபால் தன் நீண்ட தடியை என் உதட்டின் அருகில் ஆட்டிக்கொண்டு இருப்பது போல! அவன் தண்டு நன்றாக வீங்கி கொடி மரம் போல நரம்புகள் புடைக்க தத்ரூபமாக தெரிந்தது. தண்டின் நுனியில் வெண்மையான விந்தின்

சென்னை செண்ட்ரல் ஸ்டேஷன் சென்னையிலிருந்து ராஜஸ்தான் ஜெய்சல்மாருக்கு செல்லும் நள்ளிரவு ரயில் தடதடத்து கிளம்பியது. ரயில் நகர ஆரம்பித்ததும் சென்னை புழுக்கம் மறைந்து வெளியே சில்லென்று காற்று அடித்தது. போதாதகுறைக்கு தூறல் வேறு போட தொடங்கி இருந்ததால் திடிரென்று தட்பவெப்பம் மாறியது. மேலும் முதல் வகுப்பு ஏ. சியும் முழுதாக இருந்ததால் லேசாக குளிரவும் ஆரம்பித்தது. நான்

As I stood outside my home in the beating rain at 11 pm, waiting for my mother to open the door, the only thing I could think of was what my mother would be wearing.Because the last time I had come home from college, mom opened the door in just a towel that barely covered her 36D sized breasts and her thick hips. I feasted my eyes on her milky white thighs for the first time that day, and the rest of my vacation days were spent trying to get a glimpse of her in that position, but in vain.After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the latches opening on the other side of the door. Mom opened the door in a hurry, and it was evident that I had woken her up from a deep sleep."Sorry mom, I had to wake you up from your sleep" I apologised, sheepishly and walked inside the home, placing my damp bag by the side of the door."Oh, shush." Mom said, shutting the door behind me. "I'm just glad you arrived safely, at this time" She said, picking up a towel to dry my hair. She turned on the

Chapter 1: I'm Coming HomeThe new job in Mumbai nearly cost me my sanity and all of my life savings. It was the wrong time to move to a new city. But I didn't know that when I made the move. The first nationwide lockdown was imposed within a week of me shifting to the strange city - which came as a massive blow to my plans.Another crisis fell upon me in the form of a 30% salary deduction for an indefinite time. I had to tighten my already tight budget. The company was slyly palming off it's losses to us lowly employees. Two months later I was let go.Living frugally and stretching my limited savings for as long as I could had a serious impact on my financial and mental health. I was lonely, depressed and had become extremely irritable. With virtually no human contact for nearly half a year, it felt like I was losing touch with reality and the drive to find a new job was waning ever so slowly.It took me another three months to find a new job. Owing to my insecurities and deteriorating

"Awwww! she looks so cute." my mom went all excited at once seeing my sister Radha and her little daughter entering the house.I put the bags inside and crashed on couch tired of the cab journey from airport. My sister's husband Rahul sat beside me on couch and we started talking casually. Even though I didn't spend much time with him to know him fully, I already knew that he's friendly and unlike many son-in-laws here in our society. My sister and mom went to kitchen continuing to talk and started to prepare for lunch. Despite the fact that my sister's family lives in another state, they come visit us once in two months at least and after Shraddha's birth, my sister frequently came here and that's a huge thing for my mom obviously. It's been 7 years since our father died and since then our mom started to raise us and found a nice guy for my sister and let her settle, while I'm still in my final year of graduation.We finish lunch and spend the day talking and playing with her daughter.

பார்வதி. வயது 40. பால் போல நிறம். பானுப்பிரியாவின் கவர்ச்சி கண்கள். சற்றே அந்த கால மலையாள நடிகை ஜெயபாரதியை நினைவு படுத்தும் சிவந்த உதடுகள். காற்றில் இலேசாக கூந்தல் காற்றில் ஆடிக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. அந்த சிகப்பு நிற சேலை அவளின் வெண்மை நிறதேகத்தை மேலும் பளபளப்பாக காட்டியது. நீண்ட கூந்தலை அழகாக பிளீச் செய்திருந்தாள். கூந்தலை படியவாரி அழகாக பின்னியிருந்தாள். வகிடின் முடிவில்

When my mom was in college she went to different parts of South America, usually small villages, and it changed her in a lot of ways, one of which was her views on breastfeeding. In her travels she saw that a lot of the women helped out in that field — if one mother was busy, or not producing, a wet nurse (as we'd call them in America), would always be there to help, whether it be a relative or somebody in the village who also had a newborn.This seemed to spur something in my mom, something maternal, a longing to give child-giving nutrients to offspring the way these women were. It's not that surprising that she married my dad a year upon her return at twenty-one, and quickly had me, eager to partake in the nursing process with her own child.My mother never had the biggest breasts in the world, but looking at the pictures shortly before my birth and after, you would have never known — filled with milk, engorged by the process of my coming to being, they expanded to pretty

My twenty-one year old son has difficulty turning his gaze away from my breasts. Not that he ever made attempts to do so in the past, but now that they're constantly leaking milk, it seems even harder for him not to gawk. You couldn't blame him; after knocking me up, my already heaving tits have only gotten bigger. The doctor says the leaking is normal, something many mothers go through, but it's hard to imagine that the size of my breasts had no impact on that front – it was as if they were already at capacity, and the stores of milk released themselves at a slow drip, drip, drip, just to alleviate the pressure.I could be reading the paper in the morning and finish an article to find droplets of milk on the paper before me, my top damp where my nipples stood at attention. James would be sitting before me, a devilish smile on his face. "Just move your coffee cup over a few inches over and you can save yourself the half and half," he'd say.Once when watching a movie with James' head