Aaj chudai ki ?
↧
Who had SEX today ?
↧
Desi Pics - AMAZING DESI TEEN PICS
↧
↧
is there a full set of this couple ?
↧
need videos with hindi audio
I need videos with hindi audio
These videos are very sensuous
Can anyone help?
Thanks
These videos are very sensuous
Can anyone help?
Thanks
↧
General - Best BollyGallery Pics Contest 2015-Week 95"Item Bomb~Celeb as Item Girl"Entry Thread
"Best BollyGallery Pics Contest 2015"
|
Dear XPians!:announce:
Xossip proudly presents you ' 'Best Bollygallery Pics Contest 2015'
where you can win "7 days FilesFlash Premium Coupon"
or "1000 Reps points " !!!
:winner2: Plus get a chance to win "Hotty Spotter" dibba :ecs:
Week-95 : From 06/07/2015 to 12/07/2015
The Theme for the 95th week is "ITEM BOMB~Celeb as Item Girl" :love:
|
Just post 3 of the best pics from BollyGallery relating to the theme "ITEM BOMB~Celeb as Item Girl"
Rules to be followed
|
↧
↧
Cuckold Group..
Hello everyone,
There are so many threads on this site talking/sharing about cuckold experiences..
Am starting a new thread with the same topic but with different view..
In this thread the husbands who want to be a cuckold/ wife who wish for the same/ guys who are interested in others wives can contact each other..
I know its difficult to talk about this in public that's why this thread is for where you can find a serious/descent guy for your wife who can preserve secrecy..
People can post here if they are interested and contact the person personally..
I hope this thread will help all the people who have fantasies but unable to find a right guy...
Thank you..
And please don't forget to add reps if u really like the concept..
There are so many threads on this site talking/sharing about cuckold experiences..
Am starting a new thread with the same topic but with different view..
In this thread the husbands who want to be a cuckold/ wife who wish for the same/ guys who are interested in others wives can contact each other..
I know its difficult to talk about this in public that's why this thread is for where you can find a serious/descent guy for your wife who can preserve secrecy..
People can post here if they are interested and contact the person personally..
I hope this thread will help all the people who have fantasies but unable to find a right guy...
Thank you..
And please don't forget to add reps if u really like the concept..
↧
Desi Pics - my gf's poop
guys .. do anyone here love girls pooping nd peeing
↧
both these hotties
↧
General - Side Boobs view of Desi Wife, Aunty, Lady, Bhabi & Girls
↧
↧
Digital Tutors - Getting Started in 3DEqualizer
Digital Tutors - Getting Started in 3DEqualizer
English | 1h 18m | AVC (.mp4) 1280x720 15fps | AAC 32KHz 2ch | 1.18 Gb
Genre: eLearning
In this 3DEqualizer tutorial we'll take our first steps into this powerful software.
It will allow you to track and solve 3D cameras from your footage. We'll dive into the basic tools that will allow you tackle shots such as zoom shots, nodal pan shots and regular shots. We'll also go over the method for using 3D geometry within 3DEqualizer to evaluate the quality of our solve.
By the end of this 3DEqualizer training you'll have a well-rounded understanding of 3DEqualizer, and how you can start using its powerful features in your own projects.
DOWNLOAD
Code:
http://www.hitfile.net/01HG/eGetting.part1.rar.html
http://www.hitfile.net/01PE/eGetting.part2.rar.html
http://www.hitfile.net/017A/eGetting.part3.rar.html
http://www.hitfile.net/00uD/eGetting.part4.rar.html
http://www.hitfile.net/00VA/eGetting.part5.rar.html
http://www.uploadable.ch/file/UZFx5x...ting.part1.rar
http://www.uploadable.ch/file/2KFNtz...ting.part2.rar
http://www.uploadable.ch/file/dEmQzS...ting.part3.rar
http://www.uploadable.ch/file/BxZHQS...ting.part4.rar
http://www.uploadable.ch/file/teQAp9...ting.part5.rar↧
Desi Pics - Nayanthara Nipple Slip Fake pic Unseen
A strange pic I found online.. Doesn't look like a fake..
![]()
(Click on the pick to enlarge)
(Click on the pick to enlarge)
↧
Fantasy - Tmkoc- a ultimate sex saga
IS WEBSITE PE TMKOC KE NAAM PE BAHOT THREADS HAI ISILIYE AAJ ME BHI IS PE ISI SERIAL PE EK "KAAM KATHA" KA AAGAAZ KARNE JA RAHA HU
↧
Desi Pics - lusty cuckold story in pictures
these pics made my small cock so hard. Wish i could stroke my small weenie while i watch a BIG cock man pleasure her before me :love:
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
pls give feedback :)
pls give feedback :)
↧
↧
Desi Vids - Tamil Blowjob Expert
Tamil Blowjob Expert
![]()
↧
Adultery - watching my enemy fuck my wife
those with self-respect and who hate men without spine please dont read this story -
Gosh Damit!!!
What's the matter Suresh?
Oh that faggot Vibhav got the promotion. I can't believe they gave it to him. I hate his fucken guts.
Gosh man, that really sucks. I thought you were a shoe in.
That's what I thought, I was a hell of a lot more qualified that him. That asshole has always had one over me. Ever since middle school we've been competing. And more times than not he's won. This times no different.
You must really hate this guy. Too bad he always wins. Maybe you should let him fuck your wife so he can let you win a few times.
Ha ha, very funny. Don't even joke like that. Kshma is the best thing that ever happened to me, and one of the few things I've had over Jeff.
Ya, that's why you should let him fuck her, so he wins in that too.
Anish that's really not funny, I....
Ok ok, I'm only kidding. But that is kind of erotic if you think about it.
I prefer not to.
Just think about it for a second. Letting your worst enemy, and enemy whose been essentially fucking you up the ass for years, fuck your wife. That would wrap up the humiliation completely.
Anish, I really was looking for moral support here, not ideas for how to further humiliate myself for the benefit of my mortal enemy.
I help when I can. Besides, this is something you can fantasies over.
The only thing I'll be fantasizing over is going home and fucking my wife. Hey wait, that didn't come out right...
Ha ha ha, Freudian slip? You see, your already thinking about it.
Anish leave me alone, I'm done talking about this.
Bob, you can't tell me that you don't find the idea of letting your worst enemy fuck your wife at least a little bit stimulating.
If I answer will you leave me alone?
Yes.
Ok fine, I admit its a little stimulating to think about. I love my wife with all my soul, and I cringe at the mere idea of even him seeing her, let alone letting him fuck her. Even so, the idea of allowing my worst enemy to.....spoil my wife is a bit....provocative.
There, now was that so hard to admit.
What ever, now can we please drop it.
Ok fine. But $10 bucks says you'll be thinking about it all day.
I doubt that.
Oh ya, then don't let me catch you walking into Vibhav's new office and asking him to fuck your wife.
Ha, don't worry, you won't.
You know, I wonder if he'd agree to do it.
Excuse me?
I mean if you actually asked him to fuck your wife, would he agree to ruin her?
Anish, I thought we were finished talking about this...
Maybe I should ask him for you?
Don't even think about it you bastard.
Easy man, I'm just talk'en. If any one is going to ask him to fuck your wife, it should be you.
Good point, and here's an even better one, IT WONT HAPPEN!!!
What ever you say. I just think it would be the best way to complete his humiliation of you.
Dude, ENOUGH. This is getting perverted.
No, that's not perverted. Perverted is after you ask him to fuck your wife, asking him if you could film it. Now that's perverted.
I'm out of here.
Hey man, your secretes safe with me, just make sure you get me a copy....
TWO WEEKS LATER
Hey Anish, here you go.
What the hell is this.
Its...em...your copy of the tape.
What tape, what are you talking about.......oh shit! You don't mean?
Yes
Holy Fuck, you actually did it, you actually fuck'en did it.
Shhhhhhh, quiet down damit. I don't want the whole office to hear.
You actually let Vibhav.....fuck you wife?
Yes I did.
Oh man you've got to be kidding me. I was just playing around with you. I didn't actually think that you would do it.
I didn't think I would either. But something just came over me. It happened a week after we had that little conversation. I was sitting at my desk looking at the picture of my lovely wife. You've seen it right?
Ya, I know the one.
Well I was just looking at her, relieved that I had such a beautiful woman all to myself. At that very same moment Vibhav happened to be walking by my desk. When I looked up, I saw his disgusting smirk. The smirk that said I'm the winner. With the image of my wife still fresh in my mind and his cocky, self-confidant smile, I felt my cock twitch.
So, what happened?
For some reason that did it for me. Almost in a trance, I grabbed the picture of my wife and walked into his office.
Gosh man, I can't believe you were really going to ask him.
Before saying a word, I placed the picture of my wife facing him on his desk. He looked at it for a moment.....
Ohhhh, ya, that whole thing you said about not even wanting him to see your wife.
Right, well now he got a good look at her. After a moment he looked up spoke:
"Good looking broad. Now who the fuck is she?"
"She's....my wife."
"How did a fuck up like you manage to get a decent looking piece of ass?"
"I...I..."
"Don't answer, I really don't give a fuck. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Well, I wanted...to...ask...you..."
"What....the...fuck....do you want you stuttering fool. Its really such a shame, you used to be such a good competitor, now you can hardly even get out a sentence. Now for the last time, what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you want to....sleep with....my wife?"
He just stared at me for a full minute. Trying to figure out my angle.
"You want me to fuck your wife?"
"No, I don't want you to...but...I'll let you if you want to."
"Is this some kind of joke."
"No"
Again he looked at me for a full minute.
"Does she have large tits? I only fuck chicks with large tits."
"Yes she has large breasts."
"Hmmmm, I could have fun with those. Can I do anything I want to her."
"Yes, I'll let you do what ever you want with her."
"Ok, I suppose I could do it. I must warn you that I wont be gentle."
"I understand."
"Ok, now if there isn't anything else, get the fuck out of my office."
"Oh, there is...one more thing."
"What!"
"Is it ok with you if I....record it?"
"You know, I really had no idea what a twisted fuck you are. You really are pathetic. If I let you record it, what's in it for me?"
"What do you mean."
"I want something more if I let you record me fucking your wife."
"What do you want?"
"Hmmmmm......I know, you see that name plate on my office door? The one that says: Vibhav Smith, Vice President?"
"Yes"
"Well slide it off. You see how its long and flat, and shaped like a ruler?"
"Umm, yes."
"Well while I fuck your wife, I want you to slap your worthless dick with that name plate. The same name plate that could have had your name on it. The same name of the man who took your promotion. The same man who will be fucking every hole in your wife's body. And I want you to do it in full view of your little recording. Now get the fuck out of my office and I'll call you when I decide to screw your wife."
When I went to take my wife's picture, he stopped me, telling me to leave it there.
Whoa man, this is unbelievable. I still think all this is very exciting, but your wife? You actually offered your wife to your worst enemy? I can't believe it. What did Kshmathink about all this?
She was shocked. Especially when I mentioned who it was. I've always complained to her how much I hated Vibhav, and how many times he beat me at something. She knew our history. So telling her that I was going to let him fuck her was a drastic change in attitudes.
And she was willing to go along with it?
Well not really. I could tell that she didn't want to do it. But she loves me very much, and if its something I wanted her to do, than she would go along with it.
What a great wife. Too bad you had to go and let her be used like that.
Did I mention she was a virgin when we met.
Really?
Yep, so far I've been the only man to ever enter her. Any way, two days later he told me he was ready for a good fuck. That night I prepared all the camera equipment in our master bedroom. I looked at my wife as she got ready, how truly beautiful she was. Long flowing brown hair, large supple breasts, unblemished white skin. It was all mine. And in about 15 minutes I was going to willingly let my worst enemy have his way with her.
Dude man, this is so hot. Sorry it had to be you, but dame, I can't wait to see the video.
Well anyway, soon the doorbell rang and I opened the door. Standing there with his annoying grin was Jeff. Without even so much as a hello he pushed his way into my house.
"Where's the bitch?"
At that point Kshmacame out and went to introduce herself. She looked great in her buttoned blouse and mid-thigh skirt. Jeff said he wanted her to look sexy for him.
As she made to introduce herself, Jeff grabbed her ass, pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth.
It was at that point that it finally hit me as to what I was allowing to happen. This was my wife! My wife and my worst enemy! How could I let this happen?
As my wife moaned from under his kiss, Jeff reached up and began grouping her left breast through the thin material. Kshmawas braless and she squirmed under his assault.
I started to get sick. This was crazy. I had to stop this. I had to move. Yet the only thing that moved was my dick as I watched my worst enemy openly fondle my wife.
After another moment, he released her from his kiss, possessively squeezed her ass and looked at me:
"Ok Bob, I'm ready to fuck your wife. Show us to the bedroom."
With my head hung down, I showed Jeff our marital bed. The same bed where I made love to my wife countless times. The same bed where Jeff would soon ravage her upon.
They entered the room and Jeff immediately started shredding her cloths off. Her top was off in seconds and he roughly squeezed her large firm breasts. He alternated sucking each nipple as he painfully squeezed.
I was so involved with what was happening, that I almost forgot to turn on the camera. By the time I had turned it on, he had my wife completely naked and was examining her cunt.
It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her slightly blushing lips gave way to the pink interior. Mary always kept her pussy shaved for me, except for a nice tuft of hair above her clit.
Now he was roughly pulling her lips this way and that, occasionally pinching her clit. He had her wincing in pain under him.
Soon he tired of this petting and turned her around, having her bend over the bed.
With her red tits dangling below her and her gorgeous ass high in the air, Jeff raised his hand behind my wife while looking over to me.
"Bob, we've been enemies for quite some time. I hate everything about you, and that includes your wife. So I am going to spank her ass for marrying such a loser."
With that, he brought down his hand hard on my wife's ass. She shrieked but held still as he brought down slap after slap. Jeff looked up at me as he continued to spank her and noticed my hard on.
"Its ok Bob, you can jerk off while I spank your wife."
And I did. I couldn't help it. I should have been utterly revolted by the site before me. Seeing my beautiful, gorgeous wife, bent over our marital bed, as my all time worst enemy spanked her perfect ass, and all with my consent, was just so....so....
Horny
Yes Anish, I guess that's what its called.
What else could it be? What other reason would you have to be jerking off to the sight of the man you hate with all your guts spanking the woman you love with all your heart?
Any way, by now Kshmawas openly sobbing from the abuse. Her ass had become even redder than her tits. Jeff then ordered her on her knees, took off all his cloths and sat on the edge of the bed demanding she suck him to full hardness.
Kshmaand I hardly ever had oral sex. She was too afraid of putting a penis inside her mouth. Yet now she had no choice as she worked his tool as best she could. Jeff held her head with both hands to better help him fuck my wife's face.
I just continued to jerk off as he enjoyed my wife.
Soon he was completely hard and ordered my wife to lay across our bed. Pushing her legs apart, he positioned his manhood at the entrance of her sweet pussy. The same pussy that's only known one cock all of its life, Mine.
Vibhav then looked over his shoulder:
"Ok Bob, this is the last chance to back out. Just say the word and I'm out of here. If your still willing to let me fuck your wife, then you know what to do."
He looked back down at my wife and smiled. She looked over to me with pleading eyes. I hesitated for a moment.......SLAP.
Jeff plunged deep into my wife in one thrust. She gasped as his hardness filled her. Then he pulled out and began fucking the hell out of her. I just stood by and watched my worst enemy ravage my wife as I continued whipping my own cock with his nameplate.
Wow man, how truly degrading that must have been for you. How could you stand for that.
I have no idea. But I just did.
So ten minutes later he finally filled up my wife's vagina. She had organized several times during that span, and I myself had cum from the whipping.
He pulled out of her and crudely slapped his sloppy dick against the side of her face. She dutifully opened her mouth and took him in. She moaned and chocked as she did her best to clean it.
When she was finished, Jeff rolled off her onto his side and, while playing with my wife's nipples, spoke:
"Bob, why don't you stop playing with yourself and go fix me a drink while I rest here a little bit."
I nodded and started walking out.
"Oh hey, and while your at it, fix something for Bitch to."
Man, if a guy called my wife a bitch, I'd punch his lights out. You on the other hand let him fuck her.
Please Anish, this is all really hard for me. I love my wife so much, it pains me to see him abuse her like this.
Than why in the hell did you ask him to fuck your wife?
Because....because....
Because you get off on the humiliation.
That must be it. How else can I explain it.
You can't, so what happened next?
Well it pretty much was more of the same the rest of the night. I watched as he took her ass, fucked her chest, slapped and pulled her breasts, whipped her body with his belt. Eventually I just couldn't take it any more. I left the video camera rolling and went back out to sit in the living room.
For the next two hours I just listen to their moans and grunts as my once pure, perfect wife was fucked every which way by my most hated rival.
At around 3:00 am, Jeff finally came out of our bedroom. He was still naked, and his semi-erect cock was slick and red. He hardly looked at me as he walked across the living room and stepped into the bathroom.
I was hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. Despite wacking off 2 more times on the sofa, I just wanted him out of my house already. But my hopes would not be realized as Jeff came out and walked right back into my bedroom and slammed the door.
For the rest of the night the door remained closed. I had long since fell asleep when he finally emerged from the room in the morning. As he walked to the door already fully dressed, he gave me his typical "I'm the Winner!" smile, before he spoke:
"Bob, there's nothing like fucking your worst enemies wife, especially when he so stupid as to allow it. See ya at work."
And he walked out. For the next half hour I didn't move. I just couldn't bare to see what was left of my gorgeous wife. I got up and took a drink to calm my nerves. Finally I made my way into my bedroom, and my eyes swelled up with tears.
The love of my life was a complete mess. She was passed out on the bed from the countless hours of fucking and looked as if every part of her body had been used. Her large white breasts where now dark red with bite Anishs all over them. Her pussy lips were also red, large and swollen, and her once pristine, tight vagina was stretched and oozing cum.
Her ass faired no better. Her taught white skin now had angry red welts crisscrossing her ass and upper thighs. Even a few hand Anishs could still be seen. Her asshole was equally stretched and leaking cum.
I looked back up to her face, her sweet beautiful face. It was completely drenched in come. The pearl necklace he left from fucking her tits was still not completely dry.
Then I noticed the shiny glint coming from her pussy. I peered inside and looking through all the cum, I saw that there was a metallic object lodged inside. I stuck my fingers into my wife's used pussy and slowly pulled out the object. Kshmamoaned as it was removed.
When it was finally out, I realized it was a metal plate. I turned it around and read: "Vibhav Smith, Vice President"
I cried as I put it back in.
Unbelievable. He truly fucked the hell out of your wife. I still can't believe it. More over, I still can't believe you actually let him do it.
I still don't really know why I did.
In any case, how did Kshmahandle it?
We really haven't talked about it. And the worst part is we still haven't made love since. She's still just too sore and can hardly walk, let alone have sex. But I fear that making love to her will just never be the same again. Vibhav truly ruined her body.
Guys tend to do that to their worst enemies' wives when given the chance.
I suppose. But there's something else that really bothers me.
What's that.
For some reason she keeps his nameplate next to her night stand.
Your kidding? What the hell for?
I think she may actually have enjoyed it. I think she may even want to see him again.
Oh that's fucked up.
Tell me about.
Has Jeff showed any interest in wanting to fuck her again?
I don't think he does.
How do you know that?
He called me into his office the next day. Thanked me for giving him something to screw, but not to expect him to ease off on our competing.
The bastard, its the least he should do.
Then he told me that though he had fun ruining my wife, he wouldn't fuck something so ugly and nasty again.
Ouch!
Ya, not only did he ravage my wife, now he tells me she's not good enough to fuck again.
Well my friend, your humiliation at the hand of your worst enemy is now complete.
I suppose so. Here's the tape you asked for. Enjoy it.
Wow, sorry to say this, but I will. Just for the sake of asking, did you watch any of it yet?
Yeah, five times already.
The End!
Gosh Damit!!!
What's the matter Suresh?
Oh that faggot Vibhav got the promotion. I can't believe they gave it to him. I hate his fucken guts.
Gosh man, that really sucks. I thought you were a shoe in.
That's what I thought, I was a hell of a lot more qualified that him. That asshole has always had one over me. Ever since middle school we've been competing. And more times than not he's won. This times no different.
You must really hate this guy. Too bad he always wins. Maybe you should let him fuck your wife so he can let you win a few times.
Ha ha, very funny. Don't even joke like that. Kshma is the best thing that ever happened to me, and one of the few things I've had over Jeff.
Ya, that's why you should let him fuck her, so he wins in that too.
Anish that's really not funny, I....
Ok ok, I'm only kidding. But that is kind of erotic if you think about it.
I prefer not to.
Just think about it for a second. Letting your worst enemy, and enemy whose been essentially fucking you up the ass for years, fuck your wife. That would wrap up the humiliation completely.
Anish, I really was looking for moral support here, not ideas for how to further humiliate myself for the benefit of my mortal enemy.
I help when I can. Besides, this is something you can fantasies over.
The only thing I'll be fantasizing over is going home and fucking my wife. Hey wait, that didn't come out right...
Ha ha ha, Freudian slip? You see, your already thinking about it.
Anish leave me alone, I'm done talking about this.
Bob, you can't tell me that you don't find the idea of letting your worst enemy fuck your wife at least a little bit stimulating.
If I answer will you leave me alone?
Yes.
Ok fine, I admit its a little stimulating to think about. I love my wife with all my soul, and I cringe at the mere idea of even him seeing her, let alone letting him fuck her. Even so, the idea of allowing my worst enemy to.....spoil my wife is a bit....provocative.
There, now was that so hard to admit.
What ever, now can we please drop it.
Ok fine. But $10 bucks says you'll be thinking about it all day.
I doubt that.
Oh ya, then don't let me catch you walking into Vibhav's new office and asking him to fuck your wife.
Ha, don't worry, you won't.
You know, I wonder if he'd agree to do it.
Excuse me?
I mean if you actually asked him to fuck your wife, would he agree to ruin her?
Anish, I thought we were finished talking about this...
Maybe I should ask him for you?
Don't even think about it you bastard.
Easy man, I'm just talk'en. If any one is going to ask him to fuck your wife, it should be you.
Good point, and here's an even better one, IT WONT HAPPEN!!!
What ever you say. I just think it would be the best way to complete his humiliation of you.
Dude, ENOUGH. This is getting perverted.
No, that's not perverted. Perverted is after you ask him to fuck your wife, asking him if you could film it. Now that's perverted.
I'm out of here.
Hey man, your secretes safe with me, just make sure you get me a copy....
TWO WEEKS LATER
Hey Anish, here you go.
What the hell is this.
Its...em...your copy of the tape.
What tape, what are you talking about.......oh shit! You don't mean?
Yes
Holy Fuck, you actually did it, you actually fuck'en did it.
Shhhhhhh, quiet down damit. I don't want the whole office to hear.
You actually let Vibhav.....fuck you wife?
Yes I did.
Oh man you've got to be kidding me. I was just playing around with you. I didn't actually think that you would do it.
I didn't think I would either. But something just came over me. It happened a week after we had that little conversation. I was sitting at my desk looking at the picture of my lovely wife. You've seen it right?
Ya, I know the one.
Well I was just looking at her, relieved that I had such a beautiful woman all to myself. At that very same moment Vibhav happened to be walking by my desk. When I looked up, I saw his disgusting smirk. The smirk that said I'm the winner. With the image of my wife still fresh in my mind and his cocky, self-confidant smile, I felt my cock twitch.
So, what happened?
For some reason that did it for me. Almost in a trance, I grabbed the picture of my wife and walked into his office.
Gosh man, I can't believe you were really going to ask him.
Before saying a word, I placed the picture of my wife facing him on his desk. He looked at it for a moment.....
Ohhhh, ya, that whole thing you said about not even wanting him to see your wife.
Right, well now he got a good look at her. After a moment he looked up spoke:
"Good looking broad. Now who the fuck is she?"
"She's....my wife."
"How did a fuck up like you manage to get a decent looking piece of ass?"
"I...I..."
"Don't answer, I really don't give a fuck. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Well, I wanted...to...ask...you..."
"What....the...fuck....do you want you stuttering fool. Its really such a shame, you used to be such a good competitor, now you can hardly even get out a sentence. Now for the last time, what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you want to....sleep with....my wife?"
He just stared at me for a full minute. Trying to figure out my angle.
"You want me to fuck your wife?"
"No, I don't want you to...but...I'll let you if you want to."
"Is this some kind of joke."
"No"
Again he looked at me for a full minute.
"Does she have large tits? I only fuck chicks with large tits."
"Yes she has large breasts."
"Hmmmm, I could have fun with those. Can I do anything I want to her."
"Yes, I'll let you do what ever you want with her."
"Ok, I suppose I could do it. I must warn you that I wont be gentle."
"I understand."
"Ok, now if there isn't anything else, get the fuck out of my office."
"Oh, there is...one more thing."
"What!"
"Is it ok with you if I....record it?"
"You know, I really had no idea what a twisted fuck you are. You really are pathetic. If I let you record it, what's in it for me?"
"What do you mean."
"I want something more if I let you record me fucking your wife."
"What do you want?"
"Hmmmmm......I know, you see that name plate on my office door? The one that says: Vibhav Smith, Vice President?"
"Yes"
"Well slide it off. You see how its long and flat, and shaped like a ruler?"
"Umm, yes."
"Well while I fuck your wife, I want you to slap your worthless dick with that name plate. The same name plate that could have had your name on it. The same name of the man who took your promotion. The same man who will be fucking every hole in your wife's body. And I want you to do it in full view of your little recording. Now get the fuck out of my office and I'll call you when I decide to screw your wife."
When I went to take my wife's picture, he stopped me, telling me to leave it there.
Whoa man, this is unbelievable. I still think all this is very exciting, but your wife? You actually offered your wife to your worst enemy? I can't believe it. What did Kshmathink about all this?
She was shocked. Especially when I mentioned who it was. I've always complained to her how much I hated Vibhav, and how many times he beat me at something. She knew our history. So telling her that I was going to let him fuck her was a drastic change in attitudes.
And she was willing to go along with it?
Well not really. I could tell that she didn't want to do it. But she loves me very much, and if its something I wanted her to do, than she would go along with it.
What a great wife. Too bad you had to go and let her be used like that.
Did I mention she was a virgin when we met.
Really?
Yep, so far I've been the only man to ever enter her. Any way, two days later he told me he was ready for a good fuck. That night I prepared all the camera equipment in our master bedroom. I looked at my wife as she got ready, how truly beautiful she was. Long flowing brown hair, large supple breasts, unblemished white skin. It was all mine. And in about 15 minutes I was going to willingly let my worst enemy have his way with her.
Dude man, this is so hot. Sorry it had to be you, but dame, I can't wait to see the video.
Well anyway, soon the doorbell rang and I opened the door. Standing there with his annoying grin was Jeff. Without even so much as a hello he pushed his way into my house.
"Where's the bitch?"
At that point Kshmacame out and went to introduce herself. She looked great in her buttoned blouse and mid-thigh skirt. Jeff said he wanted her to look sexy for him.
As she made to introduce herself, Jeff grabbed her ass, pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth.
It was at that point that it finally hit me as to what I was allowing to happen. This was my wife! My wife and my worst enemy! How could I let this happen?
As my wife moaned from under his kiss, Jeff reached up and began grouping her left breast through the thin material. Kshmawas braless and she squirmed under his assault.
I started to get sick. This was crazy. I had to stop this. I had to move. Yet the only thing that moved was my dick as I watched my worst enemy openly fondle my wife.
After another moment, he released her from his kiss, possessively squeezed her ass and looked at me:
"Ok Bob, I'm ready to fuck your wife. Show us to the bedroom."
With my head hung down, I showed Jeff our marital bed. The same bed where I made love to my wife countless times. The same bed where Jeff would soon ravage her upon.
They entered the room and Jeff immediately started shredding her cloths off. Her top was off in seconds and he roughly squeezed her large firm breasts. He alternated sucking each nipple as he painfully squeezed.
I was so involved with what was happening, that I almost forgot to turn on the camera. By the time I had turned it on, he had my wife completely naked and was examining her cunt.
It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her slightly blushing lips gave way to the pink interior. Mary always kept her pussy shaved for me, except for a nice tuft of hair above her clit.
Now he was roughly pulling her lips this way and that, occasionally pinching her clit. He had her wincing in pain under him.
Soon he tired of this petting and turned her around, having her bend over the bed.
With her red tits dangling below her and her gorgeous ass high in the air, Jeff raised his hand behind my wife while looking over to me.
"Bob, we've been enemies for quite some time. I hate everything about you, and that includes your wife. So I am going to spank her ass for marrying such a loser."
With that, he brought down his hand hard on my wife's ass. She shrieked but held still as he brought down slap after slap. Jeff looked up at me as he continued to spank her and noticed my hard on.
"Its ok Bob, you can jerk off while I spank your wife."
And I did. I couldn't help it. I should have been utterly revolted by the site before me. Seeing my beautiful, gorgeous wife, bent over our marital bed, as my all time worst enemy spanked her perfect ass, and all with my consent, was just so....so....
Horny
Yes Anish, I guess that's what its called.
What else could it be? What other reason would you have to be jerking off to the sight of the man you hate with all your guts spanking the woman you love with all your heart?
Any way, by now Kshmawas openly sobbing from the abuse. Her ass had become even redder than her tits. Jeff then ordered her on her knees, took off all his cloths and sat on the edge of the bed demanding she suck him to full hardness.
Kshmaand I hardly ever had oral sex. She was too afraid of putting a penis inside her mouth. Yet now she had no choice as she worked his tool as best she could. Jeff held her head with both hands to better help him fuck my wife's face.
I just continued to jerk off as he enjoyed my wife.
Soon he was completely hard and ordered my wife to lay across our bed. Pushing her legs apart, he positioned his manhood at the entrance of her sweet pussy. The same pussy that's only known one cock all of its life, Mine.
Vibhav then looked over his shoulder:
"Ok Bob, this is the last chance to back out. Just say the word and I'm out of here. If your still willing to let me fuck your wife, then you know what to do."
He looked back down at my wife and smiled. She looked over to me with pleading eyes. I hesitated for a moment.......SLAP.
Jeff plunged deep into my wife in one thrust. She gasped as his hardness filled her. Then he pulled out and began fucking the hell out of her. I just stood by and watched my worst enemy ravage my wife as I continued whipping my own cock with his nameplate.
Wow man, how truly degrading that must have been for you. How could you stand for that.
I have no idea. But I just did.
So ten minutes later he finally filled up my wife's vagina. She had organized several times during that span, and I myself had cum from the whipping.
He pulled out of her and crudely slapped his sloppy dick against the side of her face. She dutifully opened her mouth and took him in. She moaned and chocked as she did her best to clean it.
When she was finished, Jeff rolled off her onto his side and, while playing with my wife's nipples, spoke:
"Bob, why don't you stop playing with yourself and go fix me a drink while I rest here a little bit."
I nodded and started walking out.
"Oh hey, and while your at it, fix something for Bitch to."
Man, if a guy called my wife a bitch, I'd punch his lights out. You on the other hand let him fuck her.
Please Anish, this is all really hard for me. I love my wife so much, it pains me to see him abuse her like this.
Than why in the hell did you ask him to fuck your wife?
Because....because....
Because you get off on the humiliation.
That must be it. How else can I explain it.
You can't, so what happened next?
Well it pretty much was more of the same the rest of the night. I watched as he took her ass, fucked her chest, slapped and pulled her breasts, whipped her body with his belt. Eventually I just couldn't take it any more. I left the video camera rolling and went back out to sit in the living room.
For the next two hours I just listen to their moans and grunts as my once pure, perfect wife was fucked every which way by my most hated rival.
At around 3:00 am, Jeff finally came out of our bedroom. He was still naked, and his semi-erect cock was slick and red. He hardly looked at me as he walked across the living room and stepped into the bathroom.
I was hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. Despite wacking off 2 more times on the sofa, I just wanted him out of my house already. But my hopes would not be realized as Jeff came out and walked right back into my bedroom and slammed the door.
For the rest of the night the door remained closed. I had long since fell asleep when he finally emerged from the room in the morning. As he walked to the door already fully dressed, he gave me his typical "I'm the Winner!" smile, before he spoke:
"Bob, there's nothing like fucking your worst enemies wife, especially when he so stupid as to allow it. See ya at work."
And he walked out. For the next half hour I didn't move. I just couldn't bare to see what was left of my gorgeous wife. I got up and took a drink to calm my nerves. Finally I made my way into my bedroom, and my eyes swelled up with tears.
The love of my life was a complete mess. She was passed out on the bed from the countless hours of fucking and looked as if every part of her body had been used. Her large white breasts where now dark red with bite Anishs all over them. Her pussy lips were also red, large and swollen, and her once pristine, tight vagina was stretched and oozing cum.
Her ass faired no better. Her taught white skin now had angry red welts crisscrossing her ass and upper thighs. Even a few hand Anishs could still be seen. Her asshole was equally stretched and leaking cum.
I looked back up to her face, her sweet beautiful face. It was completely drenched in come. The pearl necklace he left from fucking her tits was still not completely dry.
Then I noticed the shiny glint coming from her pussy. I peered inside and looking through all the cum, I saw that there was a metallic object lodged inside. I stuck my fingers into my wife's used pussy and slowly pulled out the object. Kshmamoaned as it was removed.
When it was finally out, I realized it was a metal plate. I turned it around and read: "Vibhav Smith, Vice President"
I cried as I put it back in.
Unbelievable. He truly fucked the hell out of your wife. I still can't believe it. More over, I still can't believe you actually let him do it.
I still don't really know why I did.
In any case, how did Kshmahandle it?
We really haven't talked about it. And the worst part is we still haven't made love since. She's still just too sore and can hardly walk, let alone have sex. But I fear that making love to her will just never be the same again. Vibhav truly ruined her body.
Guys tend to do that to their worst enemies' wives when given the chance.
I suppose. But there's something else that really bothers me.
What's that.
For some reason she keeps his nameplate next to her night stand.
Your kidding? What the hell for?
I think she may actually have enjoyed it. I think she may even want to see him again.
Oh that's fucked up.
Tell me about.
Has Jeff showed any interest in wanting to fuck her again?
I don't think he does.
How do you know that?
He called me into his office the next day. Thanked me for giving him something to screw, but not to expect him to ease off on our competing.
The bastard, its the least he should do.
Then he told me that though he had fun ruining my wife, he wouldn't fuck something so ugly and nasty again.
Ouch!
Ya, not only did he ravage my wife, now he tells me she's not good enough to fuck again.
Well my friend, your humiliation at the hand of your worst enemy is now complete.
I suppose so. Here's the tape you asked for. Enjoy it.
Wow, sorry to say this, but I will. Just for the sake of asking, did you watch any of it yet?
Yeah, five times already.
The End!
↧
Misc. Erotica - Successful Masocist
I sit on the edge of my bed, turning the belt over in my hands, thinking. Thinking about the last time I had seen this particular belt. Thinking about the last time I had used this particular belt. Thinking about the teasing I had endured from him for years because of how I had used this belt that first time.
I haven't seen this belt in forever; it's easily been at least three moves ago, when I moved from Bangalore to Gurgaon. At that time I was newly married, and I put the belt away - out of sight, out of mind - theoretically out of respect for my new husband. The reality was that it was a physical reminder of a part of my psyche I had barely begun to explore before it scared me. It scared me so badly I ran to the first "safe" man I came across and married him.
Live and learn.
It's been a few years since then, and now I am free of the "safe" man. I'm unpacking boxes in my new apartment, where I'm alone again for the first time in nearly ten years. New city, new job, new home, new life.
With a sigh I look down at the belt in my hands. I've doubled it over as I would to strike someone - myself - with it. The leather is still supple despite spending the better part of a decade in storage, and near the buckle, the stains of my momentary lapse in common sense remain, darker now than I remember.
The phone rings and I stand up to hunt for the handset. I leave the belt on my bed and start rooting through the assorted boxes near the bed, getting progressively closer to the dratted handset. The answering machine hasn't been hooked up yet, which is just as well as it allows me to find the handset somewhere around the tenth ring. I answer, but no one is there now. I start laughing - of course whoever it was gave up just as I finally find the darn phone. I check the caller ID out of habit, and the laughter fades as I see his number staring back at me, mocking me.
As usual, my timing is off. Immediately I call back and am answered with only the ceaseless ringing of the phone on the other end, reminding me that his availability is sporadic at best.
I sit among the half-unpacked boxes, suddenly drained. I'm tired, oh-so-tired, both physically and emotionally. It hits me when I least expect it, and the only thing that seems to help is sleep. So I stumble back to my bed and lay there, waiting for sleep to overtake and heal me.
But the one time I crave it, need it desperately, sleep fails to come for me. I lay there, exhausted, too tense to sleep. Relax, I try to tell myself, just relax and sleep will follow.
Twenty minutes later and not only am I drained, I'm frustrated as well. My mind is racing and it won't let go of the thoughts enough to let me sleep. It doesn't help that those thoughts center around him and the complexities of our relationship, the bad as well as the good. Every little thing I've ever done "wrong" (at least in my mind); every little word of praise and affection and yes, love, from him.
I sit up, dangling my legs over the side of the bed, and realise I'm still playing with the damned belt. Still turning it around and around, doubling it this way then that, listening to a voice - his voice - remind me with a smile to not use the buckle end. I smile to myself, still feeling a bit silly about that after all this time, but I promise it made sense at the time . . . that, and it felt good.
Even now I can remember sitting on the edge of a different bed, in a different town years ago with this same belt, arguing with myself. What person in their right mind would whip themselves on the mere say-so of another person? There must be something wrong with me, I thought, only to correct myself the next moment: maybe there's something right with me and this is merely a test, a tool to discover that something. The debate within me raged for what seemed like hours, the taboos I'd been taught to hold sacred by society warring with the reality I was experiencing.
In the end, I stood up, stripped away my clothes and (at the risk of sounding too cliché) my inhibitions. Even though I wielded the belt myself, I felt his hand as each stroke landed on my back. I remember being surprised at how aroused I became, how wet my pussy was when I finally stopped, how the barest touch of my fingers to my clit pushed me right over the edge and left me collapsed in a heap on the floor.
It wasn't until later, once I had returned to myself, that I even noticed the blood on the belt. I was surprised, then shocked. I couldn't figure out where the blood had come from at first, not until I took a shower and watched the water turn reddish-pink. My first instinct was to assume my period had started, but I knew better, especially as the hot water made the wounds left by the belt sting. There wasn't a lot of blood, just enough to let me know I would have a couple scabs to deal with, reminders of the day's events.
I think the most embarrassing part of my first self-flagellating experience was admitting to him what I had done, how without thinking I had drawn blood. He teased me then, though I knew he felt it a failing on his part for not giving me more specific instructions. He's since teased me off and on for years about it, most recently as a frame of reference for my seemingly high tolerance for pain.
All of this runs through my mind as I sit on the edge my bed in the here and now, still playing with the belt. One hand lets go of the belt and traces the lines of the physical scars that remain on my back all these years later. I hear his voice in my mind, admonishing me gently to not use the buckle end. I look again at the belt and see the stains near the buckle, and for the first time I don't associate the stains with the embarrassment of old, but rather with the empowerment of knowing what I am . . . who I am.
As I did that day so many years ago, I stand and strip my clothes away, though this time my inhibitions are no longer a hindrance. I run the length of the belt across my breasts, my nipples hardening as the leather caresses my skin. For a brief moment I cinch the belt tight around my chest, binding my breasts, then let the belt dangle from my hand before I draw it between my legs. It scrapes against my swollen pussy, teasing with the promise of the pain to come.
I close my eyes for a moment and let my mind concentrate on my body, these last few moments before the belt marks me. My body shivers in anticipation and unconsciously tightens against the onslaught to come. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, willing my body to relax, and without preamble or preface land the first blow on my back. A gasp escapes me, a mixture of pain, pleasure and release. The second and third blows follow quickly, and I find myself moving into a rhythm: my back, my legs, my ass.
I can feel the welts rising as the intensity of the blows varies. Each welt in turn a caress, a mark, a reminder. It's difficult to concentrate on keeping tally of the blows, so lost am I in the sensations, but I finally reach twenty and the belt stops. Stopping just long enough to catch my breath, I reach for the belt again. This time it is simply to bind my breasts just enough to make them tender to the touch, no marks today.
I try to resist the temptation to touch myself, to push myself over the edge. I want to make this indescribable set of feelings and sensations last. In the end I give in to temptation, and as before, just the barest, lightest touch sends me flying.
Later, when I take my shower, I'm not surprised to see the water turn a reddish-pink. Some things never change.
I haven't seen this belt in forever; it's easily been at least three moves ago, when I moved from Bangalore to Gurgaon. At that time I was newly married, and I put the belt away - out of sight, out of mind - theoretically out of respect for my new husband. The reality was that it was a physical reminder of a part of my psyche I had barely begun to explore before it scared me. It scared me so badly I ran to the first "safe" man I came across and married him.
Live and learn.
It's been a few years since then, and now I am free of the "safe" man. I'm unpacking boxes in my new apartment, where I'm alone again for the first time in nearly ten years. New city, new job, new home, new life.
With a sigh I look down at the belt in my hands. I've doubled it over as I would to strike someone - myself - with it. The leather is still supple despite spending the better part of a decade in storage, and near the buckle, the stains of my momentary lapse in common sense remain, darker now than I remember.
The phone rings and I stand up to hunt for the handset. I leave the belt on my bed and start rooting through the assorted boxes near the bed, getting progressively closer to the dratted handset. The answering machine hasn't been hooked up yet, which is just as well as it allows me to find the handset somewhere around the tenth ring. I answer, but no one is there now. I start laughing - of course whoever it was gave up just as I finally find the darn phone. I check the caller ID out of habit, and the laughter fades as I see his number staring back at me, mocking me.
As usual, my timing is off. Immediately I call back and am answered with only the ceaseless ringing of the phone on the other end, reminding me that his availability is sporadic at best.
I sit among the half-unpacked boxes, suddenly drained. I'm tired, oh-so-tired, both physically and emotionally. It hits me when I least expect it, and the only thing that seems to help is sleep. So I stumble back to my bed and lay there, waiting for sleep to overtake and heal me.
But the one time I crave it, need it desperately, sleep fails to come for me. I lay there, exhausted, too tense to sleep. Relax, I try to tell myself, just relax and sleep will follow.
Twenty minutes later and not only am I drained, I'm frustrated as well. My mind is racing and it won't let go of the thoughts enough to let me sleep. It doesn't help that those thoughts center around him and the complexities of our relationship, the bad as well as the good. Every little thing I've ever done "wrong" (at least in my mind); every little word of praise and affection and yes, love, from him.
I sit up, dangling my legs over the side of the bed, and realise I'm still playing with the damned belt. Still turning it around and around, doubling it this way then that, listening to a voice - his voice - remind me with a smile to not use the buckle end. I smile to myself, still feeling a bit silly about that after all this time, but I promise it made sense at the time . . . that, and it felt good.
Even now I can remember sitting on the edge of a different bed, in a different town years ago with this same belt, arguing with myself. What person in their right mind would whip themselves on the mere say-so of another person? There must be something wrong with me, I thought, only to correct myself the next moment: maybe there's something right with me and this is merely a test, a tool to discover that something. The debate within me raged for what seemed like hours, the taboos I'd been taught to hold sacred by society warring with the reality I was experiencing.
In the end, I stood up, stripped away my clothes and (at the risk of sounding too cliché) my inhibitions. Even though I wielded the belt myself, I felt his hand as each stroke landed on my back. I remember being surprised at how aroused I became, how wet my pussy was when I finally stopped, how the barest touch of my fingers to my clit pushed me right over the edge and left me collapsed in a heap on the floor.
It wasn't until later, once I had returned to myself, that I even noticed the blood on the belt. I was surprised, then shocked. I couldn't figure out where the blood had come from at first, not until I took a shower and watched the water turn reddish-pink. My first instinct was to assume my period had started, but I knew better, especially as the hot water made the wounds left by the belt sting. There wasn't a lot of blood, just enough to let me know I would have a couple scabs to deal with, reminders of the day's events.
I think the most embarrassing part of my first self-flagellating experience was admitting to him what I had done, how without thinking I had drawn blood. He teased me then, though I knew he felt it a failing on his part for not giving me more specific instructions. He's since teased me off and on for years about it, most recently as a frame of reference for my seemingly high tolerance for pain.
All of this runs through my mind as I sit on the edge my bed in the here and now, still playing with the belt. One hand lets go of the belt and traces the lines of the physical scars that remain on my back all these years later. I hear his voice in my mind, admonishing me gently to not use the buckle end. I look again at the belt and see the stains near the buckle, and for the first time I don't associate the stains with the embarrassment of old, but rather with the empowerment of knowing what I am . . . who I am.
As I did that day so many years ago, I stand and strip my clothes away, though this time my inhibitions are no longer a hindrance. I run the length of the belt across my breasts, my nipples hardening as the leather caresses my skin. For a brief moment I cinch the belt tight around my chest, binding my breasts, then let the belt dangle from my hand before I draw it between my legs. It scrapes against my swollen pussy, teasing with the promise of the pain to come.
I close my eyes for a moment and let my mind concentrate on my body, these last few moments before the belt marks me. My body shivers in anticipation and unconsciously tightens against the onslaught to come. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, willing my body to relax, and without preamble or preface land the first blow on my back. A gasp escapes me, a mixture of pain, pleasure and release. The second and third blows follow quickly, and I find myself moving into a rhythm: my back, my legs, my ass.
I can feel the welts rising as the intensity of the blows varies. Each welt in turn a caress, a mark, a reminder. It's difficult to concentrate on keeping tally of the blows, so lost am I in the sensations, but I finally reach twenty and the belt stops. Stopping just long enough to catch my breath, I reach for the belt again. This time it is simply to bind my breasts just enough to make them tender to the touch, no marks today.
I try to resist the temptation to touch myself, to push myself over the edge. I want to make this indescribable set of feelings and sensations last. In the end I give in to temptation, and as before, just the barest, lightest touch sends me flying.
Later, when I take my shower, I'm not surprised to see the water turn a reddish-pink. Some things never change.
↧
Desi Pics - Desi Mother Blowjob and Titjob
Just want to share this: a desi MILF (if I used the wrong term pls correct me so I'll know the correct term to use, thanks) blowjob and titjob for your masturbating pleasures.
![]()
![]()
![]()
↧
↧
too hot.. pls find more
↧
which 16 gb tablet to buy?
dell or hp?
and are there others too please help on pros and cons of both if you please??
![]()
![]()
or there are more options in 8 gb calling tabs i can always use external memcard??
and are there others too please help on pros and cons of both if you please??
or there are more options in 8 gb calling tabs i can always use external memcard??
↧
Incest - Maa amar bosivuto
Hi guys,Ami ekhane new member. but Ami onekdin dhorei ekhane incest pori,tai amr o i66e holo amr new life er ktha tmader boli.
Ami prothom likh6i tai vul vranti hole sudhre deben,r idea o site thakben.
Ami Suvo,bayosh 24+. Amar ek vai a6e or bayos 16 ba6or. Ami onek kom age thekei peke ga6ilam,panu dekha choti boi pora even dui ekta meye k choda o hoe ga6e. jai hok ebar golpe asi.
Aj theke 1year age amar Maa Mara Jaan heart attack Kore. Takhon Babar age 60 years,amra sobai khub hotas o monmora hoe6ilam,tarpor I amar r babar chinta holo j vai ta to khub 6oto,OK Manus korar jonno ekjon mohilar khub proyojon. Tai Ami baba ke conveyance korlam r ekta biye jrar jonno. But baba ki6utei raji ho66ilo na,tarpor vai er mukher dike takiye raji holo. Tarpor add deoa holo kagoje,praye ek maash por ekta phn elo barite j konnapokkho dekha krte chaye Babar 7e. So baba Sunday the aste bollo. Sunday sokal thekei amra(Ami r amar vai) khub excited j ki Hove,kmn dekhte hotel pare take etc.
Tarpor dupur barota nagad hothat calling bell beje uthlo,dorja khule Dekhi tinjon dariye a6e.Ekjon vadrolok Babar moto bayosh dhuti r fotua pore,ekjon amar mayer moto age 55,tar gaye sari,r ekjon mohila tar age amar theke hoeto ektu beshi,but khub kalo athocho mukh ta khub misti,r hothat oi mohilar gator e amr chokh poraye amr sorire kmn jani Kore uthlo,minimum 38 size er dudh komor e samanno med jome6e,pe6on ta dekhte pa66ilam na but gator ta dekhe mone holo pa6a tao dobka hobe. Jai hok tarpor oder vetore aste bollam,baba oder naam porichoye neoa suru korlo. Baba vadroloker dike takiye jgs korlo,
baba:apnader porichoye?
vdrolok: Ami ponchu bhattecherjee,o amr bou geeta r o amr meye mita.
baba tarpor amader 7e porichoye koriye dilo.
Tarpor Ami beriy gelam dokan theke khabar kine ante. praye adhghonta por ami bari firlam,vai dorja khule dilo. ghore dhuke dekhlam ponchu r geeta Bose a6e,baba r oi mohila ti nei. khabar rannaghore rekhe ESE oder 7e boslam.
Ami:ora kthye jethu?
ponchu:ora tmr Babar ghore giye ktha bol6e.
hothat vai jgs korlo,
dhrubo:tmder r kono 6ele meye nei?
geeta:ha or ek bon a6e,or aaj porikha tai aseni.
Ami hothat or ei prosno ta sune obak holam,gurittyo na diye ktha chaliye gelam.
Ami:apnara kthye thaken?
ponchu:amra bardhomaan theke es6i,okhane amra jomidarer jomi chaas Kore din gujran kori.
geeta:tmi ki karo suvo?
Ami:amder construction er business,babai dekha Sona koren,r Ami o majhe mdhe Babar theke sikhe bujhe ni r ki,Babar to bayos holo baba r kodin I ba parbe dekha Sona korte.
Ami: apnader kono apotti a6e naki jodi baba r onar jodi biye hoye jaye?
ami lokkho korlam amr ei ktha sne oder chokh joljol Kore uthlo,tarporei geeta bollo,
geeta:amra holam gorib Manus,r tmra onek ovijato ja dekhte pa66i,sekhane jodi tmr baba amder meye k mene neya tahle amder parom souvaggo.
Ami:na na amra(Ami r vai) kritoggo thakbo apnader ka6e notun Maa pabo bole.
Ei ktha ses hotei Dekhi baba r mohila ti egiye as6e. dujoner mukhei hashee,mohilatir mukhe lojjao makhano 6ilo,bujhte parlam sign ta possetive.
Baba: Ami biyete raji.
bas,sobai khub khushi holo.tarpor launch Kore baba gelo purutdakte,purut moshai ese 15 din Porer suvo din dekhe biye samponno korte bollo.
Tara sobai Chole jaoar por,
Baba: toder notun ma ke pa6ondo hoe6e to?
Ami:tmr pa6ondo hole ader o pa6ondo,ki bol dhrubo?
Dhrubo:ha amr to khub pa6ondo hoe6e.
bas suru hoe gelo biyer kenakatar torjor.
jotha somoye biyer din uposthit.
Porer update er jonno wait korun r idea din...
Ami prothom likh6i tai vul vranti hole sudhre deben,r idea o site thakben.
Ami Suvo,bayosh 24+. Amar ek vai a6e or bayos 16 ba6or. Ami onek kom age thekei peke ga6ilam,panu dekha choti boi pora even dui ekta meye k choda o hoe ga6e. jai hok ebar golpe asi.
Aj theke 1year age amar Maa Mara Jaan heart attack Kore. Takhon Babar age 60 years,amra sobai khub hotas o monmora hoe6ilam,tarpor I amar r babar chinta holo j vai ta to khub 6oto,OK Manus korar jonno ekjon mohilar khub proyojon. Tai Ami baba ke conveyance korlam r ekta biye jrar jonno. But baba ki6utei raji ho66ilo na,tarpor vai er mukher dike takiye raji holo. Tarpor add deoa holo kagoje,praye ek maash por ekta phn elo barite j konnapokkho dekha krte chaye Babar 7e. So baba Sunday the aste bollo. Sunday sokal thekei amra(Ami r amar vai) khub excited j ki Hove,kmn dekhte hotel pare take etc.
Tarpor dupur barota nagad hothat calling bell beje uthlo,dorja khule Dekhi tinjon dariye a6e.Ekjon vadrolok Babar moto bayosh dhuti r fotua pore,ekjon amar mayer moto age 55,tar gaye sari,r ekjon mohila tar age amar theke hoeto ektu beshi,but khub kalo athocho mukh ta khub misti,r hothat oi mohilar gator e amr chokh poraye amr sorire kmn jani Kore uthlo,minimum 38 size er dudh komor e samanno med jome6e,pe6on ta dekhte pa66ilam na but gator ta dekhe mone holo pa6a tao dobka hobe. Jai hok tarpor oder vetore aste bollam,baba oder naam porichoye neoa suru korlo. Baba vadroloker dike takiye jgs korlo,
baba:apnader porichoye?
vdrolok: Ami ponchu bhattecherjee,o amr bou geeta r o amr meye mita.
baba tarpor amader 7e porichoye koriye dilo.
Tarpor Ami beriy gelam dokan theke khabar kine ante. praye adhghonta por ami bari firlam,vai dorja khule dilo. ghore dhuke dekhlam ponchu r geeta Bose a6e,baba r oi mohila ti nei. khabar rannaghore rekhe ESE oder 7e boslam.
Ami:ora kthye jethu?
ponchu:ora tmr Babar ghore giye ktha bol6e.
hothat vai jgs korlo,
dhrubo:tmder r kono 6ele meye nei?
geeta:ha or ek bon a6e,or aaj porikha tai aseni.
Ami hothat or ei prosno ta sune obak holam,gurittyo na diye ktha chaliye gelam.
Ami:apnara kthye thaken?
ponchu:amra bardhomaan theke es6i,okhane amra jomidarer jomi chaas Kore din gujran kori.
geeta:tmi ki karo suvo?
Ami:amder construction er business,babai dekha Sona koren,r Ami o majhe mdhe Babar theke sikhe bujhe ni r ki,Babar to bayos holo baba r kodin I ba parbe dekha Sona korte.
Ami: apnader kono apotti a6e naki jodi baba r onar jodi biye hoye jaye?
ami lokkho korlam amr ei ktha sne oder chokh joljol Kore uthlo,tarporei geeta bollo,
geeta:amra holam gorib Manus,r tmra onek ovijato ja dekhte pa66i,sekhane jodi tmr baba amder meye k mene neya tahle amder parom souvaggo.
Ami:na na amra(Ami r vai) kritoggo thakbo apnader ka6e notun Maa pabo bole.
Ei ktha ses hotei Dekhi baba r mohila ti egiye as6e. dujoner mukhei hashee,mohilatir mukhe lojjao makhano 6ilo,bujhte parlam sign ta possetive.
Baba: Ami biyete raji.
bas,sobai khub khushi holo.tarpor launch Kore baba gelo purutdakte,purut moshai ese 15 din Porer suvo din dekhe biye samponno korte bollo.
Tara sobai Chole jaoar por,
Baba: toder notun ma ke pa6ondo hoe6e to?
Ami:tmr pa6ondo hole ader o pa6ondo,ki bol dhrubo?
Dhrubo:ha amr to khub pa6ondo hoe6e.
bas suru hoe gelo biyer kenakatar torjor.
jotha somoye biyer din uposthit.
Porer update er jonno wait korun r idea din...
↧