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పద్మజ దెంగుడు కధలుపద్మజ దెంగుడు కధలు
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For a fair minded husband the sky is the limit
Aditya:
It was my wife Suja calling from Mumbai. She was attending a conference of social workers, and as usual in conferences she was enjoying herself.
"Darling, today the President of the Association sent me mail inviting me to the...
"Did your brother force you?" asked the doctor.
"No" she said, "I seduced him."
It was at a marriage reception that Dr. Gopika, gynaecologist in a local medical college hospital, who knew of my interest in human sexual behaviour, told me about a diary of a former young patient of hers that she...
Saaru chuckled delicately.
"What's so amusing?" asked Dad.
"The newspaper has given our bit in the matrimonial columns some prominence."
"You did not ask for highlighting, did you?"
"No, but to be the first item in a list extending to six pages is something isn't?" She handed him the...
I am Naren. I am a masseur in a Bangkok hotel. I can give a massage, but rarely do my clients want massage. My job goes deeper. I have figured earlier in these chronicles in the story Jump Starting Love, Bangkok Style. I have had many interesting experiences. I will narrate one of them.
Most...
For want of a nail kingdom was won
Conquering heroes or cuckolds? Your choice
Kadir and Paramesh were born in nearby houses in the same street in Chennai. They were childhood friends whose friendship continued during their school and college days and after. They still live in the ancestral...
I am Prabhu. I am eighteen year old. I am in college doing a course in business management. I live in Chennai, India with my mother, sister Banu, and her husband Sampath. My father passed away three years ago. My sister and I are the only children of my parents. We are a happy family, but of...
When you travel by one of the Chennai city commuter buses from Kellys Corner towards the Central Railway Station you will cross many over bridges. The one connecting Purasawalkam with Vepery forks, one limb curves left towards Otteri and the other curves right to Perimet. From the top of the...
My sexuality has two contrasting sides to it. To persons who know me I am a monumental prude. Carmelite nuns would appreciate my style of dressing, and the strictest of matrons would approve of the way I behave with men, but inside wild fantasies rack me. Twice I acted out my fantasies. My...
Rene retired to his room, a ramshackle structure roofed over with asbestos sheets. He was preparing to stretch himself on the cot when he heard the sound of someone sluicing water into a tub in the next room. The room next was apparently the bathroom, and the plywood partition that separated the...
Man spilling blood in honourable, woman spilling blood is unclean, what logic is that?
I am Rohan. I am nineteen. I am in the second year of my bachelor degree course in engineering in a college near the extreme southern tip of India. My family consists of my father, a retired accountant from...
Lunch was over. Srikala was clearing the table; her husband of a fortnight Vasanth was reclining on the sofa feeling pleasantly replete. It was a splendid meal. For his wife, one only recently out of college, to produce a meal of this quality was surprising. The biriyani was done just the way...
I am Alamu. I am twenty years old. I have a strange story to tell. My life to all external appearances is a humdrum one, but I have done something that is quite astounding, possible unique. I will come to that presently. I live with my husband and mother-in-law in a small town in South India...
In this story the author probes a strange desire that all men have in one degree or the other—to see their wives sexually attractive to other men. This wish has a wide spectrum. At one end is the universal desire to marry a beautiful woman, or see one's wife attractively dressed for other men to...
If every time man has sex he aims at giving the woman an orgasm the world would be a better place
It was on a pleasant evening that I made the discovery that the G Spot was real. My nurse Paaru was spending the day with me. At the moment of discovery I was on a chair at the bed and she was...
I picked up my boxes after a long wait. The flights to Chennai from Dubai are always crowded with returnees bringing goods for distribution to friends and relatives in over sized boxes packed to bursting point. I wheeled the trolley out looking for my brother in the crowd that was lining five...
Mysteries of Premature Ejaculation revealed
After six years in Malaysia I was visiting my sister in Chennai. On the third day of my visit I had the misfortune to stumble and sprain my thigh. It turned out to be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I was lying on the couch feeling the...
This is a fictionalised account of events that actually took place. There are Indian men who think of their women as husband-worshipping zombies. Indian women are undoubtedly devoted wives but they are also a vibrant lot with wild and varied emotions sloshing within them. It is up to the men to...
'I want to act out your writings' she said
It came as an email from mindsetg0od. 'My wife is a great fan of your writing. She wants to meet you. We are from Calcutta. We will be in Chennai later this month. If you are willing please reply.' Most authors would agree; but my case is different. I...
A WOMAN NEEDS TWO MEN FOR SEXUAL SATISFACTION
It was a thick brown envelope postmarked San Jose, California. There was no sender address. On several sheets of thick paper a young lady has written her story in her beautiful hand. Knowing my interest in unusual sexual behaviour she has written...
I climbed the steep stairs common to houses in Pudupet, an ancient part of Madras city, and pressed the door bell button. As expected Daya opened the door, but she was dressed ready to go and that was unusual.
"Why Daya, is your mother unwell?" I asked. Daya was the nurse-aid attending on...