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Articles by PhDMod1
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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...
Tom's body language was unmistakable. He wanted to ask me something but did not know how to start. Finally he did
"Liz."
"Yes, Tom."
"How about a make-out session one of these days." It was a stunning announcement. In my 55 years this was the first time someone was inviting me for making out...
I am Viswam. I am a twenty year old student of an engineering college in Chennai, India. My story is very strange. The problem is I do not know whether I am a hero or a villain. I think my deeds are pure but the world without second thought would say that I have plumbed the depth of ignominy...
Sharmi was visiting Mithu. They often exchange visits in the post lunch hours. Both were not into the habit of siesta. They were friends from school days and as they lived at two ends of the same street in T-Nagar Chennai they could continue their friendship. Sharmi's husband Damu and Mithu's...
My wife is a nymphomaniac.
Not a horror but an adventure story
The dictionary defines nymphomania as excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire in women. Medical science classifies nymphomania as a disease.
Ours was an arranged match. When the offer first reached my ears I was not inclined to...
I was excited as I stood waiting at Chennai Domestic Terminal for the arrival of my favourite aunt in the flight from Calcutta. I was a bit anxious that she might not recognise me for she had seen me last when I was eight years old and now at eighteen I was two feet taller and weighed double of...
"Balu," said my twin sister Meena casually as if she was asking me to pass salt at the dining table, "can you give me some of your semen?"
"What do you mean my semen?"
"A sample of your semen for testing," she said. .
"Sure," I said. I took the thick glass cup she offered and went into my...
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