இக்கதையின் தலைப்புப்படி நான் ஒரு நர்ஸ், பெயர் பூர்ணிமா என்று உங்களக்கு தெரியும். ஆமாம் நான் ஒரு பிரபல மருத்துவமனையில் பணிபுரியும் நர்ஸ். நர்ஸ் வேலை ரொம்ப புனிதமானது. மற்றவர்களுக்கு நாம் செய்யும் மகத்தான தொண்டு என்று கேள்வி பட்டு, விருப்பத்துடன் நான் இந்த வேலைக்கி வந்தால் இங்கு உடன் வேலை செய்பவர்கள் , நோயாளிகள் என்னை ஒரு கால் கேர்ள் போல உற்று பார்க்கிறார்கள்,

He had never, ever looked at the maid with those kinds of intentions. But increasingly Sundar had found himself struggling with the way his body felt when she came in the morning and wished him in the morning. And then today happened. Sundar was 72 years old and had daughters who were older than the maid. She was just a 19-year-old girl. She was a city-bred girl who had been to school till her 8th class and merely followed her mother's footsteps in working as a maid. It started with the girl being indiscreet in managing her clothing so that one many occasions as she swept the floor near where he was sorting out his bills and papers. She was all sweet innocence and had looked back up at him staring at her and smiled. "What, anna?" she asked laughingly, using the term for elder brother. Sundar just shook his head and said, "Just do your work," and continued to look at her. And with that simple exchange she went back to her work and he went back to gazing at her breasts

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

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her Womanhood The 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

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

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

Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts…. A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kunal to orgasm. That was how she managed Kunal, when she needed to and it never took Kunal too long to come. But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist.

It was not their fault that they were spotted by him while pleasuring themselves shamelessly. Nor was it his fault – he had not planned on spying on the young housewife that was his tenant. Either way, as Narain slowly climbed down the metal stairway he saw and was transfixed by the sight of Shanthi, his tenant's young wife, pinching her own nipples and mauling her breasts while a woman had her head busy between the her legs. He was over 70 years and he had cursed his luck for having to climb to the third floor to where the water tanks were. There was no place left to dry his clothes and no one to help him either. He had slowly climbed one step at a time, hung out his clothes to dry and was climbing down, wrapped in only a thin bathing towel. Since few ever came to the rooftop and still fewer climbed that metal ladder to the third roof, the women had thought themselves safe from discovery so long as the room door was shut. But the elevation of the stairway

நான் இப்படி செய்வது எனக்கே அருவருப்பா இருக்கு. எனக்கு என்ன ஆச்சின்னே தெரியலை. இதெல்லாம் வெளியேத் தெரிஞ்சா என் இமேஜ் என்ன ஆகும் என்று எனக்கேத் தெரியாது. இந்த வயசுல மத்தவங்க எல்லாம் எப்படி இருப்பாங்கன்னு எனக்குத் தெரியாது. ஆனா இப்படியும் இருப்பாங்க என்று அனைவரும் நினைக்கத் தோன்றும் காரியத்தை நான் இப்ப செஞ்சிட்டு இருக்கேன். என் பெயர் லக்ஷ்மணன், வயசு 58 . இந்த வருஷம்

நான் ஒரு சிறிய அளவில் ஒரு ஜாப் ஆர்டர் தயாரிக்கும் தொழிற்சாலை நடத்தி வருகின்றேன். ஆரம்பத்தில் நானும் அண்ணனும் சேர்ந்துதான் இந்த தொழிலை நடத்தி வந்தோம். அண்ணன் ஆர்டர் பிடிக்க வெளியில் மார்கட்டிங் சென்றுவிட , நான் உள்ளே தொழிற்சாலை நிர்வாகத்தை பார்த்து வந்தேன். நன்றாக பிசினஸ் நடந்துகொண்டு இருந்தது. அண்ணனுக்கு திருமணம் ஆனதும் எல்லாம் தலை கீழாக மாறிவிட்டது. அண்ணி மெல்ல