At around 05:00 p.m. Meenakshi came to my room. Meenakshi: Madam, are you too tired? Me: No, no. On the contrary I am quite… I stopped for a moment. Is she aware of what happened at the tailor’s place? Uday seemed to be unaware when I came back with him, as he did not ask me anything. I was feeling very shy to ask Meenakshi directly though she was a woman. Meenakshi: Then fine Madam. You can go to visit the fair, which is very popular here. Its some distance away though, but should not be a problem if you start now. Me: Which fair are you talking about? Meenakshi: Madam, its an annual fair which takes place in a nearby village. And here we all will be busy, you might feel bore. I thought that would not be a bad idea, as I had nothing much to do in the ashram right now. Guru-ji and others would also be busy, as devotees from outside would come for a ‘darshan’ now. Hence I readily agreed. Meenakshi: Okay Madam, here is your new pad. Also please

My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem! I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 2 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 32 breast size and

கும்பகோணம், கோயிலுக்கு பஞ்சமில்லாத நகரம். அங்க ஒரு கோயில் அக்ரகார தெருவில் கோயில் பக்கத்தில இருக்கிற ஒரு குடும்பத்து கதை தான் இது. வீடு வெளிய பார்க்கும்போது சின்னது தான் ஆனா உள்ள பார்த்தாதான் அந்த குடும்பத்தோட பரம்பரை புரியும். பணம் மட்டும் இல்ல, ஊருல மரியாதையும் அந்த குடும்பத்துக்கு நிறைய உண்டு. அதுக்கு அந்த குடும்பத்தோட மூதாதயர்கள் தான் காரணம். பல வருஷத்துக்கு

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

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 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

காலை மணி 7 இருக்கும். TV சத்தம் கேட்டு நான் முழிச்சேன். சின்ன வயசானாலும் என் பூலு எந்திச்சி நல்லா ஆட்டம் போட்டிச்சி. அதுக்கு காரணம் அம்மா தான். எப்போ பார்த்தாலும் லுஸா ஒரு நைட்டி, இல்லாட்டி லோ கட்ல ஒரு ப்ளௌஸ் போட்டுக்கிட்டு உள்ள பரா போடாம அவ 42 dd சைஸ் முலைய ஆட்டிட்டு நடக்கிறது தான். எனக்கு சின்ன வயசிலேயே அம்மா முலை பால் மேல ரொம்ப ஆசை. அம்மாவும் எனக்கு பால தூக்கி கொடுகிறதுல

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

I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office that I was working in at Dewas to collect his money. I was panicky! I was frightened that he would shout at me and take me to the police and frame me. I knew that being a government servant, I could not afford to have a criminal offence. I would lose my job and my life would be ruined along with that of my wife and child. My name is Makarand Kakkad. I am a poor clerk in a small government office at Dewas. I am a 27 year old man, living in a small one bed room, hall, kitchen house with my 24 year old wife Anupama and our two month old baby. My wife Anupama, is a village girl. She is not very educated. But, is very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men 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