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Tight Dudh - naimp



Tight Dudh
Hi, i m ahmed from bangladesh.now i write my true story 4 u. today i say u how i fuk my wife sis. i write this story in bangla.
Ami amar wife er boon er basay gelam,see amar bow er seye 3 yrs burro. but tar fig deke amar lob hutto.may be 34-29-40. koob tide dood r fassa deke ami gurom huye jetam. see oo amake koob senehoo kortoo but bhai er mutto. tay ami amar fill ta lookiye raktam. akdin ami jukoon gelam tar basay see aka sillo r amake ase juri dorre bollo kemon asso but tar dod er ekfas jukon amar chest a lagloo amar kemon jani kurre otloo. but see normaly amake room niye gello r 10 min amra alap korlam.but amar tukon suddo or dood er kutta mune hutee lagloo.

sedin ami r sekane bessi sumoy katay ni. seidn teke take fabar amar koob issa hossilo.abar ami 7/8 din furre abar gelam.tik dupor bella r ami issa kurre under wear furiny. tar basar bell jukon tiflam tukon teke amar doon kara huye asse, amar kupal ballo sedin oo see aka sillo r same stayle dorja kulle amake jurriyee dorlo r ami see sujogee amar doon tar tay yee lagiye dilam r amar 2 hatee takee jujuriye dorlam amar kemon jani mune hullo see aktoo keppe otloo r tar dood gulli amar chest aa ballo kurre lagloo.abar see amake serre dillo but tar face aktoo lal huye gello. ami bow feyegelam but tar hasi deke ami free huye gelam. sedin see akta black fatla saree fure sillo r white bluse.

amake tea dewar fake take ami dektee laglam. ohh ki sondor tar dood er fak r fassa ki r bolboo.ami teakete kete tar sathe alap kurte laglam but amar eye all time tar dood r fassa deksillo, amar i je luck suddenly carrent solle gelo r koob jurre rain r bojro fath hutte lagloo. amon akta sound hullo see koob bow feye gello r ondokaree ami takee jurriye dorlam abar ami issa kurre amar kara doon tar tay aa gostee laglam r amar 2 hatee take arro jurre jurriyee dorlam deklam see kisso bolsena tatee amar sahos bere gello astee astee amar akta hath tar belly tee anlam r akto akto opure ota tee laglam amar mune hoos amar doon ta fete jabbe.r tak tee na ferre ami tar akta dood dure fellam ohh ki tide akon oo tar dood see oo ohh kure akta sound kure ottlo but amake sarsena ami tar dood aktoo aktoo tif tee laglam jukon boslam see akon raji abar take astee astee oke gura lam ami tar fesone gelam r 2 hatee tar dood tif ee laglam r amar doon tar fassay goste laglam. ababe 5 min kurar for see bollo ata ki tik hosse ami bollam kenno noy tumake ami rooj chodi ,se bollo kemne ami bollam tumar boon ke kurar sumay ami mune kurri tumake chodi, se bllo tay , ami bollam haa sutti bolsi.abar take ami arro jurre jurriye dorlam tar akta lips amar muke niye sos tee laglam see oo amake sostee lagloo.

(cholbe...)
Ami take amar samne dar kuralam r astee kure sareer asol fele dilam ami amar t-shirt kulle fellam r tar furra saree kule nilam, ami akta mom batti jala lam r akta akta kure bluse er bottom kul tee laglam. Ahhh ki ja tide dood ami r na ferre aktane bra kulle fellam r dood gulli fagol er motto sostee laglam, see oo gurom huye gello r amar pant kulle fello r amar 7" lomba 3" motta doon hatee niye bollo ohhh ki jinish re baba ami bollam nee sos deee ahhh see ice cream er mutto sos tee laglooo abae 5 min solllo.

Abar take kulle niye bed a fellam r aktane feticot kulle nilam ahhh bollam ki shaved heda(pussy) se bollo jedin toy amar tay aa ata gusli sedin teke atar junno ami fagol huye assi ami bollam tay ata bolle tar heday akta finger dokay dilam ahhhh deklam russe bijje gesse ami bollam nee amar doon r tar fa 2 fak kurre amar doon tar heday lagalam r aktoo saf diye dilam ak tella see ok kurre otloo ami ar oo jurre dilam tella ahhh fura doke gello abar tar booke otee akta dood muke nilam r taf martee laglam see ahhh ooghhh isssss kure silatee lagloo ababe 10 min chodar for take dogy stayle nilam r bollam ohh salli ki fassa tor , tor boon er ta amon bari na akon feson tekee tafa tee laglam ohh ki tide salir fassa martee tar head fete feltee laglam salli 3 bar tar fanni sere dillo ami bollam ohhh sona muni amar astee see ohhh ahhhh issss ummmm see bollo de mall delle amar head burre dee, ami bollam neee ohh ahhh neeeeeeeeee onek diner amar assa tor heday mall fellla neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh r ami tar head burre dilam amar mall diyee.
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Labels: A Wife’s Letter(বউ এর চিঠি), EKTA WRONG NUMBER, Nosto Sohbash

Nosto Sohbash
Master's complete kore sobe matro ekti NGO-te join korechi. Bari theke Ma-babar pera perite Biye korte holo. Ma Baba-i posondo kore rekheche bou-k, r posondo korbaina keno, emon onindo sundori meye kojon ache ? . Ami shudhu dekhlam r biye korlam.

Amar bou, sobe matro class Ten-e pore, boyosh 15 hobe.Khuboi sundori meye,Indian naika madhuri-r moto sundori. amader paser thana shohore oder bari.

Jedin amader biye hoi, jokhon amar bou-k amader barite sondhai niye ashbo, tokhon amar nani shashuri amar kaner kache eshe aste aste bollo, tomar bouer olpo boyosh,sabdhane kach korbe.

Rate amader jokhon bashor ghare shuite dilo tokhon rat 12 tar upore beje gache. Lal katan sharee-t amar balika bou-k oshombhob sundori lagchilo. Amar bou jokhon amar pashe eshe shuilo, tokhon tar mukher alpona, sundor chokher chahuni, nishpap oboyob amake darun mughdho kore tulechilo. ami obak bishshoye oke shudhu dekhechilam.

Bashor ghore amar nobo bodhur shathe kichu modhur alap korar cheshta korlam, kotha bolte na boltai dekhlam amar bou ghumiye gache,ekebare govir ghum. Ami oke r jagalamna, shudhu or buker upor hath rekhe ami ghumabar chesta korlam. Amader basor rate r kono kichu holona. ghum bhangar por dekhlam sakal hiye gache.

Ditio rate, Ami amar bouer kapor khullam,vodai hath dilam,
Alo jele dekhlam shobkichu, ekdom devi murteer moto dekhte or jonago, choto choto bal, ami liking korar chesta korlam, bujte parlam, ekdom kumari joni, ekhono or kumari porda unmochon hoini, Ami oke bollam kache ashte, o voi pelo, ami r jor korlamna, shudhu brest tiplam, voda tiplam, mukhe chumu khelam. or hath tene ene amar penis dhorabar chesta korlam, dekhlam etateo kono agroho nai. Ditio rat emni korei kete galo.

3rd rate Amar bou-k puro ulongo kore nilam, dhudh tiplam, voda hatalam, vodar norom jaiga tiplam, amar dhon khara hoiye galo, ami or uporer dike vodar modde dhon dukabar chesta korlam, dekhlam amar bou voiye kapche, ekporjai kede dilo, ami r lagabar chesta korlam na, mon khub kharap holo. dekhlam amar bou nirbikar, she rat emni kore kete galo.

4th day-t Amar bou-k niye shoshur bari gelam. Bari-r sobai amader dekhe khushi holo.Amar shoshoor bari-te shosur,shashuri, ekti shalika chara r kew nai, r je ekjon ache tini amar nani shashuri.

bikale nani shashuri eshe bollo, ami Samia-r ( amar bou-er Nam Samia ) kach theke sob shunechi, tomader ekhono kichuie hoinai, ami Samia-k bujiaechi, dakho aj rate ki kore, Nani heshe bollo,amar joubon thakle tomake proxy ditam.

Rate ami bichanai shuye achi, Samia-r ashte deri hochche, bojha galo o ashte chachchena amar room-e. Dekhlam amar shashuri oke onekta jor kore amar room-e niye elo.Samia khate boshlo, amar shashurio boshlo, shashuri amake bojalo, tumi kichu mone korona, o choto manush aste aste sob thik hoye jabe.

Rate bichanai shuye amar bou-k kache tanlam, golpo korlam, ador korlam, thote mukhr chumu khelam, buke hath dilam, salowar,kamiz khule fellam, dudhe chumu khelam, tiplam, vodai hath dilam, chumu khelam, vodar modde jihba dukalam, chushlam, tarporo amar bou-er kam rosse vijchchena or jounago.ami uthe boslam, or du pa fak kore penis dukabar chesta korlam, o kichutai razi hochchilona, ami jor korlam, jor korei vodar modde angshik penis dukalam, dekhlam, roktopat hochche, o uthe boshe gumriye gumriye kadche, amar khub mon kharap holo.

Or kanna shune amar shashuri uthe elo, doroja nock korlo, ami doroza khule dilam, bichanai eshe kat hoye shuye porlam, ami bujte parlam, amar shashuri amar bou-er voda dekhlo, aste aste bojhalo, esob kichuna, voyer kichu nai.

Shoshur bari-te aro dui din chilam, kint amar bou-er sathe sohbash holona, chuti shesh hoye galo. ami kormosthale chole elam.

Dhaka-r Mohammadpur-e chotto dui room-e basha nilam. ek mas por shoshur bari-te chithi likhlam, bou-k niye ashar jonno.

Sedin chilo bondher din. Amar bou-k Amar shoshur shashuri niye ashe. Shoshur Railway-r station master, ekdin pore she chole galo. bole galo shaptahokhanek pore shashuri ebong shalika-k niye jabe.

bashai Prothom rate amar bou-k lagabar chesta korlam, dekhlam or modde viti ekhono kateni, ami ektu ragaragi korlam, tarporeo amar bou sohbasher bapare nirbikar, kono sex nai, kono agroho nai, emon hole ki r chude moja pawa jai ?

Amar shalika Rimi, amar bou-er ekbochorer choto, class nine-e pore. Rimi-o amar bou-er moto sundori, dudh dutor shape excellent,sexy sexy chehara. Dulabhai hishabe amake khub posondo kore. Amar bou amar kache je sex korena, eta Rimi-o jane. Rimi or bonke eai bapare bujieche onek, kintu amar bou asholai ekhono sex-er bapare demand nai.

Sedin rate amar bou amar kache r elona, ami khub kore daklam tarporo elona, amar shashurir kache shuiye thaklo, ami rag korlam, tarporeo elona. Ami bichanai shuye achi, emon somoi Rimi elo, bollo: Ammu amake aponar kache pathiye dilo golpo korar jonno. Ami Rimi-k amar pashe shoalam, komboler modde niye oke joriye or sahte golpo korte thaklam, Bollam..

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: tomar sex ache
:ache
: any experience ?
:some some
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: you can try.

Ami Rimi-r buke hat dilam,Tiplam or sundor brest, kamizer niche diye abaro dhudh dhore tiplam, odbhut sundor shape, niple chiplam, chumu khelam thote mukhe. Rimi kemon jeno nirob shitkar korche, salowar-er fita khullam, Rimi-r vodai hath dilam, dekhlam, or voda kamross-e vije gache.Rimi-k bollam, dukiye dibo naki ? o bollo, ajke na.
bollam, tahole amar-ta hath diye out kore daw. Rimi amar penis dhorlo. khuboi sundor kore massage korte thaklo. ami or vodai liking korte thaklam angul diye. ek porjai amar mal out hoye galo. Rimi-k bollam tumi khubi bhalo meye, tumi tomar boner cheye onek sundor, onek bhalo.Rimi o ghore chole galo.

Rimi ektu pore abar fire elo. bollo, o ghore shobar jaiga hobena, ammu aponar kache amake thakte boleche. Ami bollam, tomar Apu ashbena, o bollo, na. Rimi amar kache shuye porlo, ebong duijoni ghumiye gelam.

jokhon ghum bhanglo tokhon dekhlam sokal. ghormoi alo.Rimi amar kache shuye. ami oke joriye dhorlam, or ghum bhenge galo. ami Rimi-k abaro chumu khelam goveer bhabe, Rimi-o khub response korlo. Ami Rimi-k bollam tomake lagate echcha korche, Rimi-r vitor nirob sommati dekhlam.

Ami Rimi-r salowar nicher dike tene khule feli. Dui pa fak kore or vodata dekhe nilam, angul diye sporsho kore dekhlam, Rimi ready, ami dhon dukiye dilam or vodar modde, kono problem holona, ami aste aste ador kore thapate laglam, Rimi-o sundor response korche nich theke.

Amar shashuri kokhon room-e dukechilo jania, pisone fere dekhi ,amar shashuri onno room-e chole jachche. Ami taratari thapiye Rimir vodar bahire mal out kore dilam. Ami Rimi-k bollam, Amma shob dekhe feleche. Rimi kono kotha bollona, Rimi o ghore chole galo.

Bikale office theke bashai firlam, Rate khawdawa korlam. Amar bou emni khub laxmi, ghorer kaje,notun shongshar peye khub khushi. Ranna banna, ador jotno kore khawano, sobi sundor kore . Rate dekhlam, Amar bou amar kache shuite elo. Dujon shuye achi, Bhablam, o amake ador korbe, dekhlam, na. Ami kache tanar chesta korlam,kintu birokto hochche. Ami r kichu korlamna. eaibhai serat kete galo.

porerdin office theke eshe bichanai rest nichchi, emonsomoi Rimi elo. Ami Rimi-k bollam, kalker ghotonai Amma kichu boleche kina ? Rimi bollo, kichui bolenai, Amma-k khushi mone holo, amake shudhu bollo, kondom diye jeno kaj kori. bujlam Rimi-r baparta sei korachche. Ami Simi-k bllam , aj rate tomake korbo, Simi bollo, achcha.

Ami ekti odbhut bapar dekhlam, Shashurir kache rate amar bou shuye . Amar room-e Rimi elo. Rimi eshe amar kache shuilo. Ghhorer light nive dilam, Simi-k joriye dhore dhudh tipte laglam, besh onek khon golpo korlam, dekhlam, amar shashuri khabarer pani rekhe galo.
Ami r beshi kichu bhablam na. Room-er light jalalam. Simi-r salowar kamiz khule fellam, or voda bhalo kore dekhlam, khuboi molaem ebong mosreen, olpo olpo bal, ami kichukhon finger liking korlam, dudher niple dhorlam, niple gulo chotto chotto, ebar ami aste aste amar penis Rimi-r vodar modde dukalam,khub jore jore thapalamna, aste aste thapiye thapiye mal out kore dilam.

Erokom aro dui din Rimi-k rate lagalam. Amar bou amar upor ekhon beshi birokto hoina, amio oke sex korar bapare distrab korina. Amar shashurio-k dekhlam, khushi, amar sathe heshe kotha bole, besh ador jatno kore. Erokom aro dui tindin chole galo, ami prorti ratai Rimi-k lagate thaki.

Etomodde amar shoshur saheb dhakai ashlen shashuri o Rmi-k niye jete. Amar bou kanna kati shuru kore dilo, eka eka thakte chachchena. Rimi-k niye jetai hobe, or samne porikhkha, private turor-er kache onekdin porashuna miss hocheche. siddanto holo amar shashuri aro kichudin amader kache thakbe, tarpor ami amar shashuri o bou-k niye jeye rekhe ashbo.

Rimi chole galo. khub mon kharap laglo. office-e jeyeo bhalo laglona, Rimi-k niye koidin bhaloi chilam. Office teke besh taratari bashai chole elam, basha kemon jeno khali khali lagche, sobkichu ache, shudhu Rimi nai.

Rate kheye Bichanai shuye porlam, amar shashuri amar bou-k kache diye galo. amra dujon bichanai shuye achi. ami amar bouer sahte golpo korchi, oke kache tene ene ador korlam, chumu khelam, buk tiplam. vodai hath dilam, voda tiplam, liking korar cheshta korlam, bollam, kache ashbe ? bou bollo, aj na, amake koekmas somoi daw, ami nijeke prostut kore nai. ami rag holam. ami jor korar chesta korlam, amar bou aro rag holo. ami-o raga ragi korlam. amar bou amar bichana theke uthe pasher room-e chole galo.shei rate ami eka ekai thaklam, kokhon ghumiye gech janina.

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Labels: A long time to meet, A Wife’s Letter(বউ এর চিঠি), Complete Sex

Rupa Anty, A Real Story

I am Rajesh and my first and great sexual experience is with my aunt, Roopa,aged 33.Her figure dimesions is 38-24-36.It is a memorable experience of my life time.Here is how it had happenned!!!!

I am aged 22 years old doing guy doing my MBA,used to stay in my aunt's house.She used to be active in taking care of household affairs and doing job as teacher in a school.She hasgreat breast size. While she walks her round butts swings swiftly and makes people like me mad.We used to discuss lot of things on various topics. Suddenly my aunt asked me which actress you like ,I said heroin names of yesteryears Hema Malini,Dimple ,Srividya.She was bit surprised and the topic has ended there.No one believes that she has girl of 13 years.Initially days I used to admire her dynamism for taking care of lot of things at home apart from going to job.

Slowly I stated observing her body.Her black hair is beautiful and tied attractively with hair bands in the middle and the hair spreads into her back.This made me mad of her initially,paritcularly when she sets it aside,at that time I feel like hug her from back and kiss her throat and from behind her shoulders.Slowly, I started helping her in kitchen only to see her figure in different angles,her navel,color of BRA and whenever possible to smell her aromatic sweat.As she is busy in kitchen she never observed me doing all this. This is my break fast.

I drops her at school gate in bike and watches her when butts swinging till she the very end .I used to spend my time with her as much as possible.This proximity created hot waves in my body and started masturbating remembering her.I have done like this for one week. The whole one week I never had proper sleep.Every day I used to watch while going to take bath what underwear she is taking inside.About Bra I needn't worry because I used to see it even after she wears and has jacket on top of it .

In the second Week 2#, I thought of touching her body,hair and play with her wonderful secret parts.I am staring for the chance to come and grab that.Here got one,I picked up black ant in the kitchen,while she is busy in the kitchen I have put in the back portion of her jacket and after few moments I told her that ant is in your back and quickly offered I can pick it for her comfort and in a hurry she obliged it .That is the first chance to touch her body and I have caressed her back for more than a minute before she told that ant has gone.The measurement of height to her height is fantastic !!! I can bend comfortably and place dick inside her bums and can kiss her on her neck.This measurement I have taken during this incident, by slightly bending on her and falling on her slightly.

That day while picking her up from work I asked boldly how is the experience when I have caressed your back.Are U OK? She said it's good and thanked me.So from then onwards I used to touch her bums,hands hair when ever I got the chance. Now I am very confident on my approach and sketched to let her know about my desire for her. I had stolen her panty and brand new BRA and kept inside my dress rack along with her photo.When she started searching as expected she came to know that it's in my rack.

She was silent at home,while picking her to home she told she wanted to talk to me I said "you can talk whatever and where ever on any topic".She told,"I understand that you have taken my bra,panty and kept for yourself" aren't you not ? I told "yes" boldly.

She got shocked for a sec and asked stunningly why is my photo with you ? I told very boldly " since I can't kiss your lips I daily kisses it to start my day ".I continued, if you give me that chance I would give back ur photo,with a malish cheerful laugh.Then she asked what if your uncle knows all about this ? I told recklessly,I would have to leave the house. but not passion on you ....
Then she said, keep quite pls don't do things like this and warned me if it s known it would be risky. I just smiled and continued driving.Just before taking turn to our street,I said,if no one knows you r OK to give me kiss, "am I right?" she pinched me and said silly fellow.

So from now on, I used to comment her beauty directly after she dresses herself for going to school.Whenever I got the chance,i used to press her body and whisper and kiss in her ears.


Now Iam very agressive to implement my desire.As I know my uncle was on camp for 1 week, I had a party with from my friends wherein I had boozed andd went home directly into my bed room.Then while my aunt is cleaning up the kitchen,it was 11 p.m. I bravely hugged her from behind and kissed her shoulders and on throat.She forcibly tried to escape from me,but I held very strongly and pushed my hand into bottom of her saree and softened at her panty.She told to leave her and said if you have guts come from the front and do all this not while Iam woking and noticing you.

I said Iam male I can do that. She said you will be pulled of this house if any one sees.I said I'll also pull you out with me laughingly.She said she'll come to my room late in the night.

While coming home, I bought bag of jasmine flowers to decorate my aunt and bed.After looking at my room, my aunt asked how dare to prepare so much for this,I said "my love don't waste time, did u get the chance to be kissed by a male who had a great boozing party ? I asked it with a malish laugh and pulled her into my lap.her saree got disberesed with this drunken male's force,then immly I place my head into her breasts and said I LOVE YOU AUNTY , let's run awaysomewheere. Let's have a great homey moon.She said satify me today and let's have here itself where else.


Then I removed short and started pumping my ass into her bums while pressing boobs.After doingthat exercise for 5 minutes,I reomved her saree,panty ,jacket and Bra.I aslo dont have clothes anything on my body.I have tied her hole from behind.Now I did the thing that i have planned.i.e she don't like cigarette smoke. SO what I did is I lit my cigarette and started leaving smoke on her face thru her shoulders,She was trying to loose out from me , but she couldn't as I am already drunk and had spicy muttons and chickens in my dinner.This veggie aunt couldn't escape from my hug,but when she is attempting harder to leave me ,my dick got great satisfaction.

I showed full male strength and showering jasmine flowers on her ,cigar smoke.


Then, she got surrendered and obliged to give herself.I put my finger into her cunt and digged out form juce from the hole.This made her erotic and she jumped out and started chewing my dick.This is a great experience.

That night we slept at 4 a.m. by then 3 rounds of sex we have made.

At 6 a.m. I woke up ,that being a sunday morning,I fucked her while she is sleeping,at 8 a.m. she woke up.This is the first sexual experience I had with my aunt.From then I had sexual experiences with her.I'll post the memorable ones soon
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Labels: A Wife’s Letter(বউ এর চিঠি), Bangla choti, Choda Chudi, Choti Story, Elder Sister, Enjoy Sex, Wife's sister
Sex with elder sister of my wife..

mi amar wife er boon er basay gelam,see amar bow er seye 3 yrs burro. but tar fig deke amar lob hutto.may be 34-29-40. koob tide dood r fassa deke ami gurom huye jetam. see oo amake koob senehoo kortoo but bhai er mutto. tay ami amar fill ta lookiye raktam. akdin ami jukoon gelam tar basay see aka sillo r amake ase juri dorre bollo kemon asso but tar dod er ekfas jukon amar chest a lagloo amar kemon jani kurre otloo. but see normaly amake room niye gello r 10 min amra alap korlam.but amar tukon suddo or dood er kutta mune hutee lagloo.
sedin ami r sekane bessi sumoy katay ni. seidn teke take fabar amar koob issa hossilo.abar ami 7/8 din furre abar gelam.tik dupor bella r ami issa kurre under wear furiny. tar basar bell jukon tiflam tukon teke amar doon kara huye asse, amar kupal ballo sedin oo see aka sillo r same stayle dorja kulle amake jurriyee dorlo r ami see sujogee amar doon tar tay yee lagiye dilam r amar 2 hatee takee jujuriye dorlam amar kemon jani mune hullo see aktoo keppe otloo r tar dood gulli amar chest aa ballo kurre lagloo.abar see amake serre dillo but tar face aktoo lal huye gello. ami bow feyegelam but tar hasi deke ami free huye gelam. sedin see akta black fatla saree fure sillo r white bluse.
amake tea dewar fake take ami dektee laglam. ohh ki sondor tar dood er fak r fassa ki r bolboo.ami teakete kete tar sathe alap kurte laglam but amar eye all time tar dood r fassa deksillo, amar i je luck suddenly carrent solle gelo r koob jurre rain r bojro fath hutte lagloo. amon akta sound hullo see koob bow feye gello r ondokaree ami takee jurriye dorlam abar ami issa kurre amar kara doon tar tay aa gostee laglam r amar 2 hatee take arro jurre jurriyee dorlam deklam see kisso bolsena tatee amar sahos bere gello astee astee amar akta hath tar belly tee anlam r akto akto opure ota tee laglam amar mune hoos amar doon ta fete jabbe.r tak tee na ferre ami tar akta dood dure fellam ohh ki tide akon oo tar dood see oo ohh kure akta sound kure ottlo but amake sarsena ami tar dood aktoo aktoo tif tee laglam jukon boslam see akon raji abar take astee astee oke gura lam ami tar fesone gelam r 2 hatee tar dood tif ee laglam r amar doon tar fassay goste laglam. ababe 5 min kurar for see bollo ata ki tik hosse ami bollam kenno noy tumake ami rooj chodi ,se bollo kemne ami bollam tumar boon ke kurar sumay ami mune kurri tumake chodi, se bllo tay , ami bollam haa sutti bolsi.abar take ami arro jurre jurriye dorlam tar akta lips amar muke niye sos tee laglam see oo amake sostee lagloo.
Ami take amar samne dar kuralam r astee kure sareer asol fele dilam ami amar t-shirt kulle fellam r tar furra saree kule nilam, ami akta mom batti jala lam r akta akta kure bluse er bottom kul tee laglam. Ahhh ki ja tide dood ami r na ferre aktane bra kulle fellam r dood gulli fagol er motto sostee laglam, see oo gurom huye gello r amar pant kulle fello r amar 7" lomba 3" motta doon hatee niye bollo ohhh ki jinish re baba ami bollam nee sos deee ahhh see ice cream er mutto sos tee laglooo abae 5 min solllo.
Abar take kulle niye bed a fellam r aktane feticot kulle nilam ahhh bollam ki shaved heda(pussy) se bollo jedin toy amar tay aa ata gusli sedin teke atar junno ami fagol huye assi ami bollam tay ata bolle tar heday akta finger dokay dilam ahhhh deklam russe bijje gesse ami bollam nee amar doon r tar fa 2 fak kurre amar doon tar heday lagalam r aktoo saf diye dilam ak tella see ok kurre otloo ami ar oo jurre dilam tella ahhh fura doke gello abar tar booke otee akta dood muke nilam r taf martee laglam see ahhh ooghhh isssss kure silatee lagloo ababe 10 min chodar for take dogy stayle nilam r bollam ohh salli ki fassa tor , tor boon er ta amon bari na akon feson tekee tafa tee laglam ohh ki tide salir fassa martee tar head fete feltee laglam salli 3 bar tar fanni sere dillo ami bollam ohhh sona muni amar astee see ohhh ahhhh issss ummmm see bollo de mall delle amar head burre dee, ami bollam neee ohh ahhh neeeeeeeeee onek diner amar assa tor heday mall fellla neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh r ami tar head burre dilam am
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A Wife’s Letter(বউ এর চিঠি)

To Thine Auspicious Lotus-Feet:
Today we have been married fifteen years, yet not until today have I written you a letter. I've always been close by your side. You've heard many things from me, and so have I from you, but we haven't had space enough to write a letter.
Now I'm in Puri on a holy journey, and you are wrapped up in your office work. Your relationship to Calcutta is a snail's to its shell--the city is stuck fast to you, body and soul. So you didn't apply for leave. It was the Lord's desire, and so was His granting me my leave application.
I am Mejo-Bou, the second bride in your joint family. Today, fifteen years later, standing at the edge of the ocean, I understand that I also have other relationships, with the world and the World-Keeper. So I find the courage to write this letter. This is not a letter from your family's Mejo-Bou. Not from the second wife.
Long ago, in my childhood days--in the days when my preordained marriage to you was known only to the Omniscient One who writes our fates on our foreheads--my brother and I both came down with typhoid fever. My brother died; I survived. All the neighborhood girls said, "Mrinal's a girl, that's why she lived. If she'd been a boy, she couldn't have been saved." Jom-Raj is wise in his deadly robbery: he only takes things of value.
No death, then, for me. It is to explain this at length that I sit down to write this letter.
When your uncle--a distant relative--came with your friend Nirod to view your prospective bride, I was twelve. We lived in an inaccessible village where jackals would call even during the day. Fourteen miles from the railway station by ox-cart, then six more on an unpaved road by palanquin; how vexed they were. And on top of that, our East-Bengal cookery. Even now your uncle makes jokes about those dishes.
Your mother wanted desperately to make up for the plain appearance of the first bride with the good looks of the second. Otherwise why would you have taken all the time and trouble to travel to our distant village? In Bengal no one has to search for jaundice, dysentery, or a bride; they come and cleave to you on their own, and never want to leave.
Father's heart began to pound. Mother started repeating Durga's name. With what offering could a country priest satisfy a city god? All they could rely upon was their girl's appearance. But the girl herself had no vanity; whoever came to see her, whatever price they offered for her, that would be her price. So even with the greatest beauty, the most perfect virtues, a woman's self-doubt can never be dispelled.
The terror of the entire household, even the entire neighborhood, settled like a stone in my chest. It was as if the day's sky, its suffusing light, all the powers of the universe were bailiffs to those two examiners, seizing a twelve-year-old village girl and holding her up to the stern scrutiny of those two pairs of eyes. I had no place to hide.
The wedding flutes wailed, setting the skies to mourn; I came to live in your house. At great length the women tabulated all my shortcomings but allowed that, by and large, I might be reckoned a beauty; and when my sister-in-law, my Didi, heard this, her face grew solemn. But I wonder what the need was for beauty; your family didn't love me for it. Had my beauty been molded by some ancient sage from holy Ganga clay, then it might have been loved; but the Creator had molded it only for His own pleasure, and so it had no value in your pious family.
That I had beauty, it didn't take you long to forget. But you were reminded, every step of the way, that I also had intelligence. This intelligence must have lain deep within me, for it lingered in spite of the many years I spent merely keeping house for you. My mother was always very troubled by my intelligence; for a woman it's an affliction. If she whose life is guided by boundaries seeks a life guided by intelligence, she'll run into so many walls that she'll shatter her forehead and her future. But what could I do? The intellect that the other wives in the house lacked, the Lord in a careless moment had bestowed upon me; now whom could I return the excess to? Every day you all rebuked me: precocious, impertinent girl! A bitter remark is the consolation of the inept; I forgive all your remarks.
And I had something else, outside all the domestic duties of your household, something that none of you knew. Secretly I wrote poems. No matter if it was all rubbish, at least there the boundary wall of the inner compound could not stop me. There lay my freedom, there I could be myself. Whatever it was in me that kept your Mejo-Bou detached from your family, you didn't like it, didn't even recognize it; in all these fifteen years none of you ever found out that I was a poet.
Among the earliest memories that I have of your house, the one that comes to mind is of your cowshed. Right next to the stairway leading up to the inner rooms was the room where the cows were kept. The tiny courtyard in front was all the space they had to roam. A clay trough for their fodder stood in one corner of the courtyard. In the morning the servants had many thing to do; all morning the starving cows would lick at the edges of the trough, bite at it, take chunks out of it. My heart cried for them. I was a village girl: when I first arrived at your house, those two cows and three calves struck me as being the only friends I had in the entire city. When I was a new bride, I would give my food to them; when I grew older, bantering acquaintances, observing the attention I show the cows, would express their suspicions about my family and ancestral occupation: all cowherds, they said.
My daughter was born--and died. She called to me, too, to go with her. If she had lived, she would have brought all that was wonderful, all that was large, into my life; from Mejo-Bou I would have become Mother. And a mother, even confined to one narrow world, is of the universe. I had the grief of becoming a mother, but not the freedom.
I remember the English doctor's surprise upon entering the inner compound. When he saw the confinement room, he grew annoyed and began to scold. There is a small garden at the front of the house, and the outer rooms do not lack for furniture of decoration. The inner rooms are like the reverse of an embroidered pattern; on the inside there is no hiding the starkness, no grace, no adornment. On the inside the lights glimmer darkly, the breeze enters like a thief, the refuse never leaves the courtyard. The blemishes on the walls and floors are conspicuous and inerasable. But the doctor made one mistake; he thought this neglect would cause us sorrow. Just the opposite: neglect is like ashes, ashes that keep the fire hidden within but do not let the warmth die out. When self-respect ebbs, a lack of attention does not seem unjust. So it causes no pain. And that's why women are ashamed to experience grief. So I say: if this be your arrangement, that women will suffer, then it is best to keep them in neglect, as far as possible; with attention and love, suffering only grows worse. However it was, it didn't even occur to me to recall the existence of grief. In the delivery room, death came and stood by my head; I felt no fear. What is our life that we must fear death? Those whose life-bonds have been knotted tight with love and care, they flinch before death. If Jom-Raj had caught me that day and pulled, then, in the same way that a clump of grass can easily be pulled out from loose earth, roots and all, I too would have come out in his hand. A Bengali girl will wish for death on the slightest pretext, but where is the courage in such a death? I am ashamed to die--death is too easy for us.
Like an evening star my daughter glowed bright for a moment, then set. I fell again into my eternal routine and to my cows and calves. Life would have passed, slipping on in that way to the end, and today there would have been no need to write you this letter. But a tiny seed blown on the wind can lodge in a brick terrace and put down the roots of a peepul tree; in the end that seed can split open the heart of brick and stone. Into the set arrangements of my world a tiny speck of life flew from who knows where, and that started the crack. My elder sister-in-law's sister Bindu, mistreated by the cousin she lived with after the death of her widowed mother, came to your house to seek refuge with her sister. That day all of you thought, Why did this misfortune have to land at our doorstep? I have a contrary nature, so what could I do: when I saw that you were angry at her, my heart went out to this defenceless girl and I resolved to stand firm at her side. To have to seek shelter at another's house against their will-what an indignity that is. Even if we are forced to accept someone against our will, should we push them away, ignore them?
And I watched my Didi. Out of great compassion she had brought her sister Bindu in, but when she saw her husband's annoyance she began to pretend that Bindu's presence was an unbearable imposition on her too, and she'd be relieved to be rid of her. She couldn't muster up the courage to express her affection publicly for her orphaned sister. She was a very devoted wife. Observing her dilemma, I grew even more distressed. I saw her make the rudest arrangements for Bindu's food and clothing--and she ensured that everyone knew about it--and so demean her in every way, even engaging her in household chores as she would a housemaid, that I was not only sad but also ashamed. Didi was anxious to prove to everyone that our household had been fortunate in obtaining Bindu's services at bargain rates. The girl would work tirelessly, and the cost was minimal.
Didi's father's family had had nothing other than its high lineage: neither good looks nor wealth. How they fell at your father's feet, importuned him to take her into your family--you know all that. Didi herself has always thought of her marriage as a grave indignity to your family. That is why she tries in every way to draw herself in, not to impose; she takes up very little space in this house. But the virtuous example she set gave me a great deal of trouble. I could not humble myself in all ways as she had done. If I find something worthy, it's not my inclination to disparage it just to please someone else--you've had proof of this many times.
I drew Bindu into my room. Didi said, "The girl comes from a simple home, and Mejo-Bou is going to spoil her." She went around complaining to one and all as if my actions were putting the family in great peril. But I am sure that deep inside she was greatly relieved. Now the responsibility was mine. She had me display the affection towards her sister that she could not herself show, and her heart was lightened by it.
Didi always tried to leave a few years off Bindu's age. She was no less than fourteen, and it was just as well to mention this only in private. As you know, her looks were so plain that if she were to fall and crack her head against the floor, people would first concern themselves about the floor. In the absence of father and mother, there was no one to arrange a marriage for her, and besides, how many people would have the strength of their beliefs to marry someone who looked like her.
Bindu came to me in great fear, as if I might not be able to bear her touch, as if there were no reason for her having been born into this great universe. And so she would always shrink away as she passed, lower her glance as she walked by. In her father's house, her cousin had not even given her a corner in which an unwanted object might lie. Unwanted clutter makes its own space around the house, and people forget it's there; not only is an undesired person not wanted where she is, but while she's there she's also not easily forgotten, so there's no place for her even in the trash-heap. It could not be said that Bindu's cousins themselves were greatly desired by the rest of the world, though they were comfortably off.
When I brought Bindu into my room, she began to tremble. Her fear caused me great sorrow. I explained gently that there would always be a little space for her in my room.
But my room wasn't mine alone. So my task wasn't easy. And after only a few days she suffered a red rash on her skin. Maybe it was prickly heat, or something else; anyway, all of you decided it was smallpox.-After all, it was Bindu. An unskilled doctor from your neighborhood came and declared, It's difficult to say what it is without waiting another day or two. But who had the patience to wait another day or two? Bindu herself was half-dead from the shame of her ailment. I said, I don't care if it's smallpox, I'll stay with her in the confinement room, no one else will have to do anything. On hearing this, all of you gave me extremely menacing looks, even seemed poised to do me harm; Bindu's sister, feigning extreme displeasure, proposed sending her to the hospital. Soon, however, Bindu's rash faded away completely. Seeing this, you grew even more agitated. Some of you said, It's definitely smallpox, and it's settled in.-After all, it was Bindu.
There's one thing to be said for growing up neglected and uncared for: it makes the body ageless, immortal. Disease doesn't want to linger, so the easy roads to death are shut off. The illness mocked her and left; nothing at all happened. But this much was made clear: it is most difficult to give shelter to the world's most wretched. Whoever needs greatest shelter also faces the greatest obstacles to gaining it.
As Bindu's fear of me ebbed, another problem arose. She began to love me so much that it brought fear into my heart. I have never seen such an embodiment of love in real life; I've read of it in books, of this kind of intense attachment, and, there too, between women. Not for many years had I had occasion to remember that I was beautiful; that long-forgotten beauty had charmed this plain-looking girl. She'd stare at my face, and the hope and trust in her eyes would grow. She's say to me, "Didi, no one but me has seen this face of yours." She'd become upset when I tied my hair myself. She liked to play with my hair, arranging it this way and that. Apart from the occasional invitation, there was really no need for me to dress up. But Bindu was eager; and every day she would ornament me one way or another. She grew besotted with me.
There's not even a yard of free space in the inner compound of your house. Near the north wall, next to the drain, somehow a mangosteen had taken root. The day I saw its new leaves budding forth, bright red, I'd know that spring had truly touched the world. And when I saw-in the middle of my routine life-this neglected girl's heart and soul filling up with color, I realized that there was a spring breeze of the inner world as well, a breeze that came from some distant heaven, not from the corner of the alley.
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