url: =cfnm | Banglafemdom's Blog\nArchives for posts with tag: cfnm\nI have copy – paste some of my favourite english femdom stories also from different sites.\nTill now I have write 8 femdom stories in english , most of them are family femdom stories .\n1) From dominating elder sister to a goddess\n3) My goddess sister Ananya\n4 ) Ritesh*\n6) My sister Pritha\nI know my english is very poor , but still if you enjoyed this kind of stories please let me know . comment under the stories here or mail me ,\nI never include any nudity, sexual incident , stool/ urine fetishism in my stories . some stories written by guest writers may have some male nudity/ cfnm, but never any female nudity . No dirty fetish , sexual description is also not allowed . In case of cfnm, I will attach a warning at the beginning of the story.\nYou may describe the stories of this site as foot fetishism, but I prefer the term submission . Yes, I love submissiveness towards beautiful girls and this site just reflects my submissiveness towards the opposite/ female gender .\n( online translator দিয়ে translate করায় অনেক ভূল থাকতে পারে বাংলা বানানে । time পেলে পরে edit করবো । )\nLangto swami ( by langto sona )\nBarir kajer lok thik kora hochchilo. Amar flat er drawing room e ami, amar wife ipsita ar kajer meye kusum(boyos 18 yrs, roga, lamba, sasthabati) er sange kotha hochche. Amar mone sudhu ektai bhoi jodi bau kotha’ta bole fele. Kajer meye chada cholei jachchilo. Ami office theke fire sob kaj kori ar bou ranna ta kore. Kintu or party ar bondhu der jonnyo seta samle uthte parchilo na. Ekta kajer meye rakha mushkil kichu na, karon ami bhaloi maine pai ek boro office’e kaj kore. Kintu mushkil onno jaigai.\nBiyer por thekei amar bou amake dominate kore. Rina(amar meye,16 bochor boyos) barite thakle tobu kichu kom thake. Ekhon Rina mamar badite tai aro sashan bedeche. Sedin or bondhuder samne ja holo tate amar matha kata jacchche. Kichu din thekei amar bou ekta party’r kotha bolchilo. Ami bhablam e ar emon ki, kintu pore sab sune bhoi rakta jal hoye gelo. Ota naki langto chele sundari meye party. Ora nijeder husband ke niye giye sab jamakapor khule dei ar chele’der diye sab kaj korai.\nSune ami kichutei raji holam na. O tai shune rege gelo ar samasta bondhu der rate bela daklo. Ami chokhe andhakar dekhlam. Bhebechilam o hoyto thatta korche, kintu party te jokhon gopa amar kan e kan e bollo”apni kintu jama kapod chadai aschen porer mangalbar” takhan ami bhebecheka kheye gelam.\nErpor thekei dubhog badte shuru korlo. Porer din sakal e ghum theke uthe dekhi ami langto. Char dike khuje dekhi kothai kichu porar nei. Upai nei dekhe langto hoye niche namlam. Matha gorom hoye gechilo. Khub jor kichu bolte giei dekhi drawing room e kara jeno kotha bolche. Kache giye uki mere dekhi amar shali rupa eseche. Oder katha shunbar chesta korlam. Rupa chapa golai bolllo,” etai thik korecho. Koekdin langto thaklei sab mejaj kome jabe. Tobe amake ekbar dekhte debe na?” Ipsita”amar borta khub lajuk. Age kichudin adjust kore nik tarpor sarakhon e langto kore rakhbo. Jokhon khusi dekhe nibi.” Dujone khub haste laglo.”Rina samneo? Emaaaa…” Rupa bollo. Sune amar kan lal hoye gelo. Konorakame rag chepe bathroom e giye gamcha pore nilam.\nTar pore Rupa chole jabar par, Ipsita eshe amai dekhe bollo, “ki rag korecho? Tomai na langto hoye darun dekhai. Please, gamcha ta khule dao” Or mishti hasi te bhule ami gamcha khule dilam. Thik tokhoni Rupa’r gola sunte pelam, ” Ema, Langto chele.” Chomke dekhi Ipsitar pechone dariye Rupa hasche ar Ipsita dat diye thot kamde hasche. Ami lajjai duhat diye samne ta adal korlam. Ipsita oka thele ber kore bollo, ” Thik ache ajker moto tui ja. Khub lajja peye geche.” O Ghare dhuke amar kache elo. Amar chokher jal muche ekta kiss kore bollo. “Dekho porer mangalbar partite eto gulo meye tomake langto dekhbe. Tai eta korlam. Oto lajja peo na. Ebhabe thakte thakte obhesh hoye jabe. Ar ha, Rupa ke bolechi o kauke bolbe na. Tobe partite hoyto o koekata bandhobike niye aste pare. Darun bepar hobe, taina. Etogulo meyer samne jakhan tomar pant khubo tokhon ja moja hobe na. Bhabchi Rina ke ebar ta bolbo kina. Oro to jana uchit.” Sesher katha ta shune bishon ghabde gelam. Ipsitar mukh dekhe mone holo hoito ektu doya holo. “Thik ache, oke ete jodabo na. Tobe aj theke barite puro langto. Kemon?” Ami ar ki bolbo, sudhu ektai prosno chilo.”Jodi keu eshe pore,tahole?” “Darja kholbar samay gown pore nebe, ar ha ami jakhan bell bajabo puro langto hoye khulbe.” Erpor kichu na bole o chole gelo.\nAmi langto obostei mejhe te bose porlam. Eki holo. Ami eto boro officer kina seshe barite langto hoye thakbo. Tabe ektai subidhe je amader flat ta onno bari theke dekha jain na, sudhu balcony theke Mrs. chatterjee’r flat ta samne.\nRina ar kajer meye Kusum amake langto obostha’e dekhbe vebe, kapal theke gham beriye gelo. Takhani mone porlo Rupa samne ektu agei to amar ijjat gelo. Tao amar nunku ta\nchoto hoye chilo, bhalo kore dekhte paini. Ebar theke amake bou amake langto kore rakhle to advantage nebei. Is or samne mukh dekhabo kemon kore. O amake dada bole dake,\nkintu er por langto thakle ki ar patta debe. Tokhon to langto hoye sara bari ghurte hobe. Or samne nunku khada hobei, tahole to jetuku adal setuku o thakbe na. Ami thik korlam\nlangto thakleo kichutei uttejito hobo na. Ontoto nunku ta gutiye thakleo kichuta kom langto lagbe. Ar nunku charpashe ghana chul, tate jatatuku manrakkha hoi. Ami hoyto prothom\njamaibabu je sali’r samne ekdom nangto hoye thakte baddho.\nSamne aynate chokh porte langto obostha’y nijeke dekhte pelam. Dekhi already nunku ta khada hoye jhulche. Mone holo jeno peyaz’er moto sab samman eke eke keo chariye\nniche, amar ga theke. Amar chokhe jal ese gelo.\n“Ki Holo, tokhon theke bose acho. Tumi langto thakbe bole ki, amar jama kapod kacha bando thakbe. Ei obosthay giye sab kaj koro.” Bou dekhi du hat bhaj kore helan die dariye\nache, ar kathata bole jibh kete muchki hasche. Kichudin agei promotion peye oke je saree’ta diechi, setai pore ache. Emon bhabe pora je bishes kichui dekha jache na. Amar kemon\njeno aro langto laglo nijeke. Bou holeo amar theke o 5-6 bochor choto.\n“Please, amake kichu porte dao,” ami bollam, “tumi ki amake ektu bhalobasho na” prai kede phellam ami.\n“Thik ache, edike eso” bou’er kathai uthe kache gelam. Dadatei mone holo, nunku jeno haoa’e dulche. Bujhte parlam, nunku khara holeo, pant pari bole bujhte pari na. Ekhon kichu\nnei bole, beshi laphache. Mone pore gelo meyera bra keno pore seta’o jeno eki karon’er jonno sunechilam.\nAmar mukhta aynar dike ghuriye diye bollo,”Dekho to ki sundar lagche tomai. Bacha’der moto.” Bole achol diye amar nunku ta’r opor halka kore buliye diye bollo.”Dekho eita to ar\nprivate noi. Aj ami ar Bon dekheche. kalke aro koekjon meye dekhbe. Tumi langto thakle to gorom thekeo aram. Nunku tao free thakbe, ar ami vabchi ekta jhunjhuni ba kichu lagiye\ndebo. Tumi ghure bedale bes awaz hobe. Badite ekta langto chele ghurche bole bojha jabe. Internet’e dekhlam, cheleder nangto kore rakhle naki nunku te blood circulation’o bhalo\nhoi. Dekho, ota kirokom lamba hoye geche. Jeno khil khil kore hasche. Bolche, ei badite amar mukti sabar kache. Ami ebhabei tomake dekhte chai, ar eta emon kichu kothin noi.\nKeu to jante parche na. Onno flat theke kichu dekha jai na. Koekdin pare bhulei jabe je kokhono jamakapod porte. Bor to sab meyeri hoi, langto officer bor ar kota meye pai.”\n“Kintu Mrs. Chatterji ar onar meye Sharmistha to sab dekhe phelbe. Sharmistha ke ami parai, protyek rabibar. Or samne ami….” bole amar gala buje elo.\n“Sharmistha ele gown pore nio ar dekho parti’te to or boyosi meyerao thakte pare. Ekta rehearsal hoye gele, bhaloi to hobe.” Bou mishti kore heshe uthlo.\nShune amar pa kapte laglo. Bou ador kore amake jodiye dhorlo. Or molayam kapod ar ami puro langto. Oke ektu ador korbo, bole kapod’e tan martei o dure sore giye bollo,\n“ekdom na, langto tumi thakbe, ami na. Ekhon theke kapod para meye dekhte practise koro. Parti’te tahole oita santo thakbe.” bole amar nunku’r dike ishara korlo.”Partite meyera\nsab salwar kameez pore asbe, karon saree te pet ar pith beriye thakei. Ar “meyeder samne chelera ulango” ei feelings ta anar janno saree bemanan. Tai bujhtei parcho….”\nOpomane amar sharir lal hoye uthlo. Ami kichu bolar agei bollo, “Ar sono kal Kusum ke ekbar dekechi, mase koto nebe ektu dar korte hobe. Besi kaj to tumi ulango hoyei korbe.\nTa jadi o besi cheye boshe, tahole amader ei bepar ta bolbo. Tumi langto hoye thakle o ektu enjoy korbe ar maine’ hoito ektu kam korte pare. Ami bollei gown khule puro langto\nhoye or samne dadabe bujhle. Tomar langto thaka’ta boro bepar noi kintu kajer lok paoa onek important.”\nTakhani Phone beje uthlo.\nBou dhortei bujhte parlam or party’r kono bondhu. Ami kan pete oder katha sunte laglam.\n“Are ha. Oke orokom’e rekhechi. Prothom to tai lajja’ta jaini. Ei samai tui dekhe ja. Bes, taja ache. Sabe, ijjat geche to….” bole khil khil kore heshe uthlo.Opar thekeo hasir awaz pelam.\nAmar matha kaj korchilo na. “Ha, bon’o dekheche. Tui’o try kor. Dorkar porle borke niye tor badite ekta demo diye debo. Tor meyeke ektu sariye dis…..Ki bolli…..Meyer samnei,” bole hi hi kore heshe uthlo. “Ema, tor meye samnei bose ache. sab bujhe geche, monehoi. Ektu dibi naki kakur sange katha bolbe…..” bole hashi ar thame na.\nE ki holo, ami bhabchilam. Dekhi bau phone niei amar dike ghure matha theke pa, ekbar chokh buliye bollo, “Thiki bolechis. Sabe adal ta geche to. Oi gaiga gulo ektu dark hoye ache, ektu sumona ke parle pathiye dis. Sunechilam, o beautician course korche, bolbi bhalo kaj ache. Bhalo kore korle, ekta exclusive party ticket’o pabe.” Ektu hasashasir por bollo,”Hmm, tui oder kor ar ami Mrs. Chatterjee ke invitation ta die ashi. Uni opposite flat’e to, tai ektu osubidhe. Parti’r age dekhe na phele. Bikele janla dorjar jonno cutain kinte jabo…..ha, ligh kinbo jate puro dekha na geleo bojha jabe bor langto. ……Grand finale, te package open korbo…..”\nAmi sunchi ar rage amar ga jale jache. Sunlam ebar ektu serious hoye bolche”…parbe na mane. Partei habe. Asole dekh, nangto korlei to holo na, training’o dite habe. Na hole eto gulo meyer samne langto hoye pressure na nite parle amar samman jabe. Emon training debo je 100 ta meyer samne langto thakleo jeno nijeke controll’e rakhte pare. Ektu bhul hoye gelo. Kichudin agei nangto kore dile bhalo hoto. Hate time eto kom. Amar samnei lajja kateni, ar etogulo meyer samne…. Tui’o majhe majhe chole ai. Eka hate koto samlabo. Dorkar hole meyer samneo…..Ha, ekhon keo ele gown pore thakche, thik korini? ektu kichu pore thakle langto korar moja ta thakbe”\n“ki bolli current condition?….ummm,dadiye ache” bole haste haste phone ta amar dike egiye bollo”katha bolo”. Amar heart er dhukpuk bere gelo. Kono rokome phone ta niye kichu bolar agei sunlam, odike Gopa gaiche, ” Ye kya hua, kaise hua, sabke age nanga hua….”tarpor hasite fete porlo. “Bhoi paben na, dada. Meye onno ghore. Tobe ekta katha, loke deuliya hole sab harai, apni to sab thaktei sab haralen. Dekhben, oi jaiga ta kintu ar private noi, tai ekdom hat deoa noi, kemon? Mongolbar subho unmochon habe, tar age jotota abagunthan ache….” Amar ebar bishon bhoi korte laglo. Antata, meyer boyshi, meyeder kache samman rakhte habe. Kono rakame bollam “hmmm.” “Apni amader chokhe jemon chilen temon’i thakben. Sudhu puropuri langto thakben. Amader gram’e 10-12 bochorer chele gulo langto thakto dekhechi. Oi jaygai apnake bhabchi, ar gaye kata diye uthche. Dekhi, er majhe ekbar apnake chakkush dekhe asbo. Janen to, amake abar party ta organize korte hoche. Apnar moton to ar langto thekle amar cholbe na.” Haste thaklo gopa, opomane ami matite mishe jachi.” Ki rag holo naki cheler? Ekhon’i ei. Erpor to apnar baditei apnar pant tene namiye debo.Tokhon? Osab privacy amader jonno, bujhlen mashai. ” Tarpor ektu naram kore bollo, ” Koekdin pare jachi apnar bari. Ei kota din adal ta enjoy karun. Tarpor…..” bole phone kete dilo.\nRage, opomane amar ga jale jachche. Ami sundari bou’er samne langto hoye dadiye, ar bou ar or bondhu amar nunku niye khullam khulla discussion korche. Kintu ektu pare ekta\nupalabdhi holo. Ekta langto chele er besi ar ki expect korte pare. Amar chokh jale bhore gelo. Bou mone hoi dekhte peyechilo. “Edike eso” sunte peye oi obosthay bou’er samne\ngiye dadalam. “Chokh bondo koro” bole o amar mukh ta du hate dhore or buker opor namiye anlo. Or cleavage theke opurba ekta sugandho pelam. Ami jantam o oi jaigatai ekta\nspecial scent dai. Samasta rag dukkha opoman, bhule gelam. Ekta sargasukh holo. Mone holo etai jadi niyati hoi tahole mene neoai bhalo. Ar bou to boleche je baccha meyeder\nsamne langto korbe na. Khub ichche holo chokh khule ekbar bou’er stan ta dekhi, kintu ami oke osomman korte chaina. “Eto bhitu keno tumi. Choto belai to langtoi thakte, abar\nlangto hoye thakbe. Eto depressed thakle kintu amake onno upay bhabte habe.” Bou amar mukhta tule dilo. “Ar sono Gopa bolchilo nunku tar opor ektu makhan lagiye rakhte,\ntahole skin ta narom thakbe. Majhe majhe rannaghar e giye makhan lagiye asbe, kemon. Ar ha, kono rokom bhabei masterbation korbe na. Ami chai nunku khada thakuk sabsamai,\nkintu ekdom ras berobe na. Ete meyera sammanito bodh korbe. Gutiye thakleo bhalo. Ar sono Sumona to aschei, oke diye nunku ta bhalo kore make-up kore debo. Ami jakhan or\nsange katha bolbo, tumi langto hoye chup kore dariye thakbe. Nunku niye ekta kathao bolbe na. Nunku ta ektu presentable korte habe. Bhabchi tomar goph ta niye ki korbo?”\nAmi abak hoye or katha sunchilam. Amar nijer bou ebhabe katha bolche. Tobe ar ashanti kore labh nei. Jama kapod to fire paoa jabei na, ekhon keu ele je gown porte parchi setao\njabe. Or sesher kothata sune ektu ghabre gelam. Goph to pourusher chinho. Je lok badite langto hoye ghure bedai, take ar goph manai na.\n“Na goph ta thak, bes handsome lagche. Mone hoche, jeno ki ekta missing.” Bou bollo. Balai bahullo, sei jinis ta je jama kapod seta ar na bolleo chole. Goph joda thakle amake\nniye partite aro thatta tamasha habe vebe aro bhoi peye gelam.\n“Please, goph ta kat’te…” Hotat calling bell beje uthlo.\n“Bodhoi Sumona esche. Jao, langto hoyei darja ta kholo.” Bou’er kothai ami bishon ghabre giye or paye porlam. “Thik ache, gown ta pore niye kholo. Kintu, bokami korcho. Ektu\npore to sai ulango hotei habe.”\nAmi uthe kono rakame gown chapiye, Dorjate chokh rakhlam. Dekhi kajer meye esche.\n“Dadababu, eto deri kore darja kholo naki. Amader ki kaj nei.” Bole kichu na sunei, prai dhakka mere bhetore dhuke gelo. Ami bhablam du-char kotha sunie debo. Kintu mone holo\nei meyetar’ samnei hoyto langto thakte habe, tai ragiye labh nei. Nijer baditei erokom ekdin obostha hobe, ke vebechilo. Ekta dirghosash beriye elo. Hall e eshe dekhi, Meyeta\nsophai boshe bou’er sange kotha bolche. Mone holo amar theke jeno or besi chole ei barite.\n“Suncho, kusum to bes dor hakache. Eto taka dite parbo na. Tumi tahole….” Bouer katha sesh hawar agei, Kusum amar dike phire bollo, ” Acha babu apni rojgar koren. Apni’e\nbolun, kirokom vabe jinis er dam badche. Ami 1,000 taka to kam e bolechi.” Ektu khocha chilo kothata’te. Bou’er mukh ta dekhlam gambhir hoye gelo. Jetuku asha chilo manage\nkorar setao gelo.\n” Tumi ektu oghore jao to. Ami or sange ektu katha bole ni.” Ami sunei bujhlam arekta meye’r samneo amar samman gelo. ” Please, sono amar mone hoi….” amake thamiye bou\nbollo “Ami bar bar repeat korbo na. Get inside. ”\nAmi mukh nichu kore bhetore dhuke gelam. Ar asha nei. Gown ta khule langto hoye ready holam. Oghore ektu parei Kusum er Ho Ho kore hashir awaz sunte pelam. Ei bhabe ektu\nparei dak porbe or samne beronor jonno. Mone mone vablam, emon din’o o kopale chilo. Kajer loker samne langto hoye ghurte habe. Meyeta emnitei kom boyosi, Rina’r theke\nektu boro ar sundari. Kushoyechilo, ar ei du dine sabar samnei langto hote habe monehoi.\n“Eghore esho” bou dak dilo. Ami vablam langto jabo na gown pore kichu to bollo na. Ami bolte gelam,”Langto hoye?” kintu nijeke samle nilam. Ete aro besi hasahasi hobe. Tar cheye na jigesh kore jawai bhalo. Esob vabar samai mone chilo na. Takiye dekhi nunku ta shakta lomba hoye geche. Puro glans ta beriye poreche. Alote reflection hoche. Chi, chi evabe karo samne jawa jai.\nHotat ekta jharer moton holo, parda thele bou bhetor’e dhuklo. “Oma, ekebare langto hoye ready acho dekhchi. Kintu nunku ta eto boro keno. Satti, tomake niye ar para jabe na. Thik ache, ajke or samne ar langto korbo na. Oke kal theke aste bolchi. O boleche, tumi langto hoye thakle kono taka nebe na. Ki exciting bepar na, free te kajer lok vaba jai. Ki bollo jano, Didi apni eto mahan kaj korchen ar ami eituku kaj kore taka nebo? Purush manushke je meye ei vabe langto rakhte pare, seto ar pachta meyer moto noi. Tobe o sarta dieche, je ekdom kapod para jabe na. Tomake langto dekhlei or taka usul hoye jabe. Gaye jeno ekta suto parjanta na thake. Bhaloi holo bolo! Party te or moton boyoshi meye’ra thakbe. Or samne tumi free hoye gele, ar lajja pabe na. Or ekta 2 bochorer choto bon’o ache. Niye asbe bolchilo. Tobe ami raji hoini. Ektu rekhe rekhe sabai’ke dekhano bhalo. Taka nebe na bole ki matha kine nieche? Jata take to ar nangto bor dekhano jai na. Nehat o kajer meye, nahole ektu qualified na hole ei sab bepar’gulo thik enjoy kora jai na.” bole thot kamde ekbar amar matha theke pa puro’ta dekhe nilo. “Tahole officer babu, langto hoye berote ready to?”\n“Sono, ami ar parchi na. Ebhave sabar samne….” Amar kotha atke gelo. O khap kare amar sakta nunku ta dhore bollo, “Onek natok korecho. Chalo to, ekhoni sab dekhiye debo Kusum ke. Oghore ekhono o bose ache. Ekdin deri kore labh nei. Er ekta faisla hawa dorkar. ”\nOr sorire je eto sakti ke janto. Chokher nimeshe nunku dhore tante tante pasher ghore niye gelo. Ami lajja’te chokh bondho kore phellam. Kintu eki, anekhan poreo karo awaz pelam na dekhe chokh khule dekhi, ghare bou chara keo nei. “Kemon dilam, Of tumi ekta kando korle bote. Kusum chole geche. Kal sakal theke asbe. Tobe ebar bojha gelo, loker samne langto hoye berote kemon lage?” bole haste laglo .\nAmi mone mone haf chede bachlam. Oi kota minute, chokh bondo kore je kibave katchilo seta jara kokhono meyeder samne langto thekecho, tarai bujhbe. Ekbar kono achena meyer samne langto hole ar sara jibon shirt pant porleo tumi tar kache langtoi thakbe. Mone holo jeno chardik shanta hoye geche, ekta jhar othar age. Ja kichu niye garba chilo meyeder samne jale gelo. Mahabharat’e Draupadi’r jemon bastraharan hoyechilo amar’o jeno eki obostha holo. Ipsita dekhi sofate boshe payer opor pa tule muchki muchki hasche. Hotat amar mone holo, Kusum jawar somoi darja’ta to bondho koreni. Je kono muhurte keu chole aste pare. Mone hotei ami langto obosthatei daud lagalam. Pechon theke sunlam bou jore heshe uthlo. Giye dekhi dorja’ta puro khola. Ami ebar chintai porlam, dorja’ta odike flat gulo theke dekha jai. Evabe ulango hoye gele keo na keo dekhe phelbei. Dekhi ekta gamcha, jhulche dewale. Bacha gelo, vebe jei ota nite gelam, sunlam Bou dakche, “Amake gamcha ta dao to bishon gorom lagche.” Ami chat kore gamcha pore darja diye abar gamcha khule bou’er kache elam. “Hmm. Gamchata dite deri holo keno? Dorjata kintu langto hoyei khulte hote pare erokom cholle.” Ami bolte gelam, “Dekho, gown to chilo na, ar tumi to bolechile….” O hat tule amake thamiye bollo, “Ekhon theke instruction ta situation to sitation change korbe. Jekono eventuality’r jonno langto thakte hote pare. Party’te reception’e tomake hoito langto hoye sobaike welcome korte habe. Tai besi intelligence na dekhiye nangto hobe ebar theke. ” Bou’er katha shune amar nunku ta ei prothom mone holo choto hoye gelo. Reception e dadiye etogulo sundori meye’ke langto hoye receive korte habe? Ar sabai to darun sab dress pore asbe. Tader majhkhane ami ekdom bachcha cheleder moto nangto dadiye thakbo? aar receive kora mane to hasimukhe seta korte hobe. Sei somoi meyegulo jodi amar…ar bhabte parlam na, mathata tole gelo.\n“Eto vebe ki korbe? Ei je amar samne je obosthai acho, tate lajja korche seto bujhtei parchi kintu evabe to maniye niecho. Ami tomar theke onek choto, tahole arekta choto meyer samne langto hoye lajja paoar to kono jukti nei. Eta thik je ekdom achena meye’r samne jachcho, temni eta dekho, nunku to tomar ektai. Ar ek jinis to ekbari revealed hoi. Bar bar to ar tomake “langto” in the sense hote habe na. Ekbar langto howa ar sarajibon langto thaka eki bepar.”\nEirokom katha sune aro lajja korte laglo. Erpor rasta ghate jokhon party’r karo’r sange dekha habe, takhan ami ar officer noi, emon keu jar samasta gopon jaiga se dekhe pheleche.\n“Achcha sono, aj theke one week, office theke chuti nao. Tomake toiri korte samai lagbe. Office’r jono pant porle party’te abar lajja vabta katbe na. Ami chai na tumi ei kodin langto haoa chara ar kichu niye thako. Ar ekta kotha, Kusum ke bolte bhule gechi meye badite thakle to tumi gown pore thakbe, tahole to or sange amar kathar khelap hoye jabe. Dekho, amar mone hoi party’r kotha vebe tumi meye’r samneo jama kapod poro na. Karon 10-12 bochor’er meyerao party’te thakte pare. Nijeri meyer samnei bou langto kore rekhechilo, ei katha’ta mathai thakle ar lajja korbe na. Tobe ei beparta’te tomake pressurize korbo na. ”\n“Rina’r samne ami langto thakbo na” ei dudine ei prothom mone hoi ekta katha bollam. Tobe sune kemon, ekta laglo, nijer meyer samneo jama kapod porar adhikar’tao jeno amar ar nei.\n“Ok. Gown er niche kintu kichu parbe na.” Bole ekta magazine niye porte laglo.\n“Kusum ele ki gown pore darja khulbo?” amar bhabna chinta jeno guliye jache.\n“Tomar choice tobe amar mone hoi langto hoye kholatai better nahole abar ekta scene create hobe ar O jodi bole je boudi ami dada ke langto kori, tahole or hat diei, tomake langto korbo. Hazar hok, meyeta kono taka niche na. Ektu jodi langto korte chai, tahole ar na bola jai na.” Ipsita bole abar magazine porte suru korlo. Ektu pare mukh na tulei bollo, “ranna ghar e giye makhan er jar ta niye eso.”\nAmi langto hoye rannaghar er dike hata lagalam. Odike abar Mrs. chatterji’r dorja janla khola,\njodio ghar gulo ondhokar. Bhoi korchilo, oi ghar theke keo nazar rakhche na to. Ami makhan ta niye bou’er samne table’er opor rekhe pechone hat diye dadiye thaklam. Ipsita dhakna khule ek angule makhan tule abar boi porte laglo. Ami bujhte pere angul’tar kache, nunku ta nie gelam. O mukh na tulei amar purushango tar opor halka kore makhan lagate thaklo. Or choa’te nunku ta sange sange lamba hoye gelo. Sundar kapode susajita ekta meye tar husband ke lengto kore sabcheye gopon jeigai makhan lagiye rakche, jate seta presentable kora jai. Vebe amar mon ta hahakar kore uthlo. O monehoi kichu ter pelo na, sudhu angul diye nunku te dubar toka dilo ar ishara korlo jar er dike. Ami or angul ta niye makhan er jar e dhukiye makhan tule abar nunku’r opor niye elam. Tao to onno keo dekhche na, kintu kal theke onekta samai kusum thakbe. Or samne….\n“Thik ache. Ebar jar ta rekhe eso ar drawer’e skipping robe ta ache. Amar samne ektu skip koro to. Etar opor ekta game kora hobe hoito. Gopa bolchilo.” Ipsita’r kothay ektu jeno tamasha’r abhas pelam.\n“Ami ki sudhu ekta nunku naki tomar kache…..” bou khop kore makhan makhano nunku dhore bollo “Parti’r meyegulo kache tumi ekta nunku ar baki’ta ekta support-system chara ar kichu noi. Amar kache tumi husband, tai ota charao sab part’e nozor dite hoche. In future, esob emotional kotha bolbe na, karon ekta langta lok niye ghar kora is not easy.”\nMukher opor ei kotha sune, amar matha het hoye gelo.\n“Ekta jinis miss kore gechi. Ektu ghure darao to.” Ipsita kothai ektu obak hoye ghure dariye jeta bhujte parlam tate lajja’e puro sorir lal hoye gelo. O amar pacha phak kore …..\n“Ei jaigata hoito keo keo dekhte chaita pare. Bola jai na. Sudhu nunku niye pore thakle to cholbe na. Thik ache, dekhi ki kora jai. Jao, skipping shuru koro.” Ami opomane’r chote ar norte parchilam na. Hotat pechon dikta jale uthlo. Dekhlam magazine ta dure giye porlo. “Ota ene, skipping suru koro. Right now.” Ami bhoi peye magazine niye or samne rekhe, skipping rope ber korlam. Seshbar’er jonno or dike ekbar dekhlam, jodi eto’ta opomaner hat theke bacha jai. Kintu na, or chokhe sudhui hasi. Dutin bar kortei Ipsita khil- khil kore heshe uthlo. Amar nunku ta emon vabe laphache je kono meye dekhle hese phelbei. Bou’er samne kortei lajjate amar duchokh jal’e vore gelo. Ipsita kintu ek mone amar nunku nach dekhe jache. Amar mone porlo o bolechilo oi jaiga’ta te jhunjhuni ba ekta kichu lagabe. Tahole to…\nkotokhon korchi mone nei, sudhu amar mone uthal pathal hoche. Eto laphalaphir jonno, nunku muscle ta betha korche. Ipsita amake langto kore moja pache, ar ami nijer baritei aj\nnangto hoye ghure berachi. Hotat phone’e porpor koekta sms elo, o amake ishara korlo, thamar jonno. Ami ektu rest nite bose porlam matite. Dekhlam o sms ta porche, ar mukh ta\nkhusite vore geche. Amake ishara kore sofai uthte bollo. Nischoi bhalo kichu khobor.\nAmi sofa’te bostei kirokom jeno laglo. langto hoye kokhono ebave boshini to, ar pase eto sundar saree pora amar bou. Or achal ta hawa’te ude amar nunku’r opor porlo. Darun\nekta anubhuti. O amar dike fire ektu hese bollo, “Jano, ekhuni Gopa’r message pelam. O party co-ordinator to sab fix korche. O bollo, ar kono meye naki husband niye aste parbe\nna. Mane keu obviously bor ke langto korte pareni. Mane jeta darache, je tumi ekai thakbe langto hoye.”\nSune amar heartbeat kichukhon’er jonno stop hoye gelo. O belo chollo,” Amar je ki anando hoche! Tumi amar man rekhecho. Ar tar jonno…” bole mukh’ta amar nunku’r opor\nnamiye anlo. Tarpor nunku’tar opor ekta choto kiss korlo. Ami jeno hawa’te bhaschi.\nEktu parei por por message aste suru korlo. O amar dike phone ta barie dilo, sms gulo porchi ar mukh lal hoye jache,\nNipa: “congratz, for keeping your husband naked. Please, keep his cr***h unshaved. It’s better that way”\nPriyanka: “You are a revolution ahead. Bring your husband to our place, naked ofcourse. ”\nMonica: ” Amar bacha meye’tar janna aj nappy kinte gechilam. Mone porlo, dada to etuku’o porte parche na. Congratz.”\nRiya: “Meyeta to ekhono baritei nei tai na? Or samneo ki….. plz janas. Feeling excited.”\nGopa: “Ekta class 10er meye ache. Porte chai. Borke jigesh kor. Or ma bolche, badite giye porate habe. Langto thakle besi maine. Reply quickly.”\nArpita:”Amar choto meyeta’ke niye jabo. Boro’tar office jete parbe na. Hare, tor bor to langto thakbe. Amar meye ki bole dakbe? Langtokaku na langto’da na sudhu nangto. Plz\nSucheta: “Ipsita’di darun korecho. Dadar ekta chobi(nangto) amar mail-id te pathao. Plz. Mangalbar ja jambe na. Acha onar janno ekta socks kinechi. niye jabo? Asol jinis to kholai\nSrimoyi: “Tor barke amar bari’te plz ekdin niye ai. Amar dui meye sabe adult holo. Ar biology niye porche to, ami oder parai. Tor bar’er to nunku intact, tai na, mane circumcised\nnoi. Tor borke diye ektu male anatomy ta dekhiye debo. Anekdin dekha hoini, anek golpo hobe, ar tor bor er sange’o meyera ektu alap korbe. Tobe, amar meyera kintu bolche,\nkaku’ke langtu kore ante habe. Dekh na try kore. Langto bor’er to ar matamat noar darkar nei.”\nLipika: “Amar borta kono kaj kore na. Amar takai sansar chole. Ajke khub mezaz dekhachilo. Tor katha boltei chupse geche. Bhalo chele hoye geche. Bhabchi, jama kapod ki\nkhule nebo na thakbe. Tui ki bolis?”\nSagarika: “Amar office’e koekta chele probation e join koreche. Bhabchi langto kore kaj korabo. Meyeder’i office oi kojon bad diye. Ekdin ay office’e. Tor nijer hatei langto korbi.\nTui aj amader gorbo.”\nTina:”Barir bariola, bishon jhamela korche, flat charar jonno. Bhabchi, malkin ke proposal debo, bor jodi langto hoye onar ghar e kichu kaj kore dey, tahole hoito thakte debe.\nEmily: “Aunty, can I bring my friends to the party. Please. We have never seen such a big guy, roaming naked among the girls. One question, will your guy be shaved or not. I\nassume it’s not his choice anymore. Atleast, keep him trimmed.”\nAyesha’di: “Amar girls school e tor borke ekdin niye ai. Ekbar langto kore sabkata class’e ghuriye debo. Party’r jonno ekdom ready hoye jabe. Tobe hoito permission nite habe.\nNahole, morning e assembly’r somoi pach minute’r jonno nangto kore present korte pari. Reply quick.”\nRima: “Janis cheleta college’e bhorti hoye khub bar berechilo. Kal rat’e dekhi laptop e playboy er video dekche. Kotodur aspordha, meyeder langto video dekche!!!!Ajke tor\nkhobor shonar por, oke sabar samne(mane ami ar meye, cheler choto bon) langto kore diyechi. Oma, chele ekdom changed. Darun bepar. Mukh nichu kore bon ar mayer samne\nlangto hoye ghure bedache. Langto meye dekhte giye nijei langto hoye ghurche bon samne. Tor jonnoi ei jor ta pelam. Borke bolini, tabe oke niye chinta nei. Besi bolle, okeo eki\nobostha korbo.Chaliye ja. Ekdin borta’ke nie ai. weekend’e ele ami ar meye dujonei bari thakbo.”\nPorte porte kokhon jeno nunku ta boro hoye gechilo. Mukh tule dekhi, bou achol diye ota’ke ador korche. Bujhte parlam, amar sange onek gulo chele’r ajke samman gelo. Era hoito\nkeu baba, keu bhai, keu dada ba sir, tobe aj theke era sabai sudhui langto chele. Ar kichui noi.\nPorer din sakal bela ghum theke uthe bes halka lagchilo. Uthe mukh dhuye, ektu push-up kore fresh hoye mone holo ajker din’ta ektu onno rakam lagche keno. Chul achdabar jonno\naynar samne ese ekta shock laglo. Eki, ami to puro langto. Bou’er training e saradin langto theke ar mone nei je eto dami ekta jinis jibon theke bad pore geche. Chokhe jal ese gelo.\nMone holo jeno puro prithibi’ta jeno amake dekhe hasche. Aj to abar independence day. Je din sabai nijer desh niye gorbo kore, sei din kina ami…. Ei deshe naki goru ar\nmeyemanush eki class’e bola hoto. Sekhane ami kina ekjon bangalalana’r hate langto? Mon’e mon’e bollom er against e bidroho korte habe. Onek hoyeche, ar na. Bou bolechilo\nnunku te hat na dite. Ami ebar mon sakta kore, dan hat diye nunku ta dhorlam. Mone holo nunku ta jeno kadche,” Tumi shara jibon amake sab samai lukiye rakhle, eto ador korle,\nar aj kina amake sabar samne khola obosthai ghurte hoche.” Ami nunku ta ke ektu hat buliye bollam, ” Ar tomake karor samne beijjot korbo na.”\nEbar gharer charpashe chokh bolalam, kintu eki, porar moto kichui to nei. Amar meyer jamakapod, bou’er dami sari jhulche kintu amar jama, pant emonki ekta underwear obdi nei.\nEkta gamcha dekhlam dure, kintu ota emon jaigai, je Mrs. chatterjee’r flat er janla theke sab dekha jai. Ami kache giye ektu uki mere dekhlam, Sharmistha janla diye dure’r ekta badi’r\ndike cheye ache. Ami vablam jodi chat kare gamcha’ta niye shore jai, tahole o dekhar agei…. Sharmistha ke dekhlam khub sundar lagchilo. Ekta sari poreche, chule’e clip, eyebrow\npluck kora. Voi holo jodi o dekhe fele? Ami ready holam, mone vablam ei dinta’r janna kata lok pran dilo. Aj amar’o man bachano’r ladai. Aste aste pa tipe gamchar kache giye\ndadalam. Hotat jeta holo, seta shune mone holo paer tola theke mati shore jache. Nich theke bou chechiye uthlo, “Ei suncho. Uthe poro. Eto bela obdi ghumache!!! Eta bari office\nnoi.” Sharmistha awaz ta shunte peyechilo mone holo. Sange sange janla’r dike mukh ghoralo. Amar heart beat bandho hoye elo. Dekhi or kopal kuchke ki jeno khub dekhar chesta\nkorche. Ebar mone porlo, amar ghorta’te bhorer alo janla diye ese porchilo. Light off chilo. Alo adhari te bairer chokh dhadhano alor theke dekhte paoa ektu problem. Ami\nSharmistha’r ekebare sojasuji obosthai puro langto hoye. Amar pa jeno jame geche. Evabe thakle ar kichu’kon pore or chokh soye jabe. Andhakar’e ekta langto lok dekhte pabe.\nAmi vablam jadi ekdom static thaki tahole nischoi andhakare amake differentiate korte parbe na. Nishash bondho kore fellam.\nDekhlam or chokh duto aste aste boro hoye gelo. Jeno prithibi’r sabtheke boro wonder dekhe feleche. Or mukhe dekhlam ektu hasir rekha fute uthche.\nAmi khub disciplined master chilam. Pora na parlei kan mule ditam. Emon master’ke jadi kono meye langto dekhe felle, moja pabei. Hotat dekhlam o jibh bar kore thot’tar opor\nbolate laglo. chul’er clip ta khule dilo. Ore chul’ta dheu’er moto buker opor ekshe porlo. Ei dekhe amar nunku ta aste aste…. vishon chesta koreo atkate parlam na. Meyeder ei\nastre’r kache sab purush’i bacha. Nunku ta puro khada hoye dadiye gelo. Janla’r roddur tao amar dike ghure jache. Jeno puro prithibi’ta sarajantro kore amai langto kore sabai’ke\ndekhate chaiche. Ebar dekhi o mukh tipe haste shuru korlo. Mone holo jeno sab man-samman mati’te mishe jache. Hotat dekhi o nichu holo. Sange sange ami pechon dik’e gamcha\nniye ghure dariye dekhi Meyeta ek angul’e ekta gamcha tule mukh’ta ta chucholo kore chuk-chuk kore tease korche. Bojha gelo ar labh nei. Sarbanash ja hawar chilo hoye geche.\nAmar ghar het hoye gelo. Sudhu ektai asha, je mukh ta’r opor kono alo ese poreni. Hoito pore manage kora jabe. Ekhono hoito sujog ache. Jadi sare jawa jai.\nHotat bou ghare ese dhuklo. “Eki gamcha niye ki korcho?” Tarpor amar mukh dekhe bujhlo kichu ekta hoyeche. Janla’r samne astei sab bujhte parlo. Ektu hasi hasi ar maya’mesano\nmukh kore amar dike takiye, janla ta adal kore daralo .\nEbar bou ar Sharmistha mukhomukhi.\n“Kire Sharmi, eto seje guje kothai?” Bou pas katanor jonno bollo.\n“Kakima, school e ekta program ache, tai ready hochchilam. Kaku kothai?” mishti kore Sharmishtha bollo.\n“Kaku to ektu agei beriye geche office’e. Keno re.” Bou’er kathai jeno amar pran firlo shorire.\n“Oi ghare kake jeno dekhlam, kakima.” Mone holo jeno katha’ta bole hasi chaplo meyeta.\n“O acha, amar bhaipo, esche’re kichudin age. Tor theke ektu boro. Ei ghorei ghumachilo.” Bou’er katha sune mone holo or ektu biswas holo. Duto meye ekhon amar bhagyo\n“Tui chul badhisni?” Bou’er kathai jeno kichu’ta sandeho chilo. “Bedhechilam kakima, khule geche. Apni ektu bedhe deben?” Amar bou bhalo hairdresser chilo. Shune amar\nheartbeat abar bere gelo. Tar mane meyeta ebar amader bari asbe?\n“Chole ai, ami free achi.” Bole bou amar dike fire mukh tipe haste laglo. Sharmistha sore geche dekhlam. “Ema, sat sakale oto tuku meyer samne tumi….” bole Bou hasite khil khil\nkore fete porlo. “ki lajja, ki lajja.” haste hastei bollo. “Gamcha’ta nite giye naki? Dekhecho bou’er katha na shunle ki hoi. Langto hoyei to niche namte parte. Meyeta to asche,\ndarja’ta ei obosthai khule dio. Ar to lajja peye labh nei.”\nTarpor amar mukh dekhe ektu kache ese amar chul e hat buliye bollo. “Eto anander bepar. Dekho to ekhono ota dadiye ache. Ektu parei Kusum asbe. Onek programme ajke.\nEvabe lajja pele habe?” Bou’er adore ami sab bhul’e bollam. “Onek din tomake…..” Sange sange rage bou jale uthlo. Amar kan mule diye bollo, “Eto sahas tomar, amake kina naked\nhote bolcho. Bhule jeo na, ami chailei ekhuni arekbar Sharmi’ke deke….” Ami or pa dhore bollam,”I’m sorry. Please, erokom korona. ” Bou ektu shanto hoye bollo. “Er jonno\ntomake sasti pete habe. Jao, janala’r samne giye kan dhore 50 bar uthbos koro. Sabai dekhuk badite ke master.” Ami konorokome bollam, “Kintu Sharmistha jodi…” amake thamiye\no bollo. “Ja bolchi koro, nahole o ele or samne….” Ami chat kore hisab korlam O hoito berieche bari theke, rasta cross kore amader bari floor e aste pach minute lagbe. tai voi nei.\nJanla’r samne giye uthbos korte laglam. Hotat shunte pelam, ghare Sharmistha jeno phone’e karo sange katha bolche,”Biswas kor satti mone holo jeno.” Bou amar uthbos dekhche\nar or katha shune hasche. Mone holo landline’e call esche. Ota or gharer koner dike. Ami prarthana korlam jeno phone ta cut na hoi, nahole o abar janla’r kache ese… Dekhi katha\nbolte bolte janla’r kache ese, pechon dik kore helan diye dadalo. He bhagoban, mobile. Eibar jodi pechon fere tahole dekhbe master langto hoye…. Uthbos shuru korar somoi,\nnunku ta choto hoye gechilo, ekhon abar boro hoye geche. Protyek bar uthe daranor samai, laphiye uthche. O bolche sunlam, “Kakimar kotha’ta thik biswas holo na. Aaj to chutir\ndin, office to bandho. Acha, tui janis, badite erokom kore keu…..Ki bolli? CFNM. seta ki? ….. ema, ja kije bolis na. Erokom hoi naki. Koi ma to kokhono….” bole ghure daralo.\nAmi bose parlam, kintu mone holo jeno….”Ektu hold kor to. Abar koreche monehoi. Kakur no. ta dial korchi. Mobile ring holei bojha jabe kaku kothai. Ja, ki bolchis… nangto\nkaku,ish…” bole phone ta kete dilo.\nTakiye dekhi, amar phone ta khater opor’e pore ache, bou’er hater nagale. Kintu Ipsita hat duto bhaj kore helan diye dadiye muchki muchki hasche. Ami phis phis kore bollam,\n“Please, ota silent koro.” Bou’er hasi ar thame na. Ipsita bollo”aro dubar baki, o mukh nichu kore dial korche. Kore nao.” Ami sab sahas niye chokh bondho kore kan dhore uthe\ndadiye bose porlam.\n“Ema…” Sharmistha’r gala shunte pelam. Ami kede fellam prai. Eto’ta opomanito jibone hoini. Ipsita hese uthe bollo, ” Ki lajuk tumi. Takiye dekho, kichu hoini. Or phone ta slip\nkore phuler tabe pore geche. Ar ekta.” Ami ektu matha uthiye dekhlam, Sharmistha hat dhukiye phone ta ber korche. Ebar ar voi nei. Chat kore kan dhore dadatei…. Sharmistha\nekdom amar mukhomukhi. Kintu or chauni dekhe ektu onno\nrokom laglo. Monehoi, dekhchena. Asole khub mon diye hat dhukiye khujche ar\nanamonoshko hoye edike takiye ache. Ami bostei bhule gelam. Kotokhon ebave or\nsamne langto dariye chilam mone nei. Hotat dekhi, or je hat’ta adale chilo, sei hate oi\nphonta. Amar payer tolar mati jeno sore gelo. Tar mane o etokhon dhore ja ghtchilo seta video korchilo !!!!!!!!\nLajjai mukh nichu hoye gelo, dekhi nunku ta ager motoi khara hoye geche. Rod pore glans ta chakchak korche. Janla’r theke aste kore sore gelam. Ei’vabe opomanito howatai ki seshe lekha chilo. Ipsita hoito bepar ta dekheni. Mobile ta amar hate die bollo. “switch off kore diechi. Taratari hat, mukh ar ota dhuye niche ese breakfast ready koro. Ami ektu opara theke bazar kore aschi.” Tarpor kaner kache mukh ene fisfis kore bollo, “Kusum ele’o ki eivabei thakbe eta?” bole amar nunku ta ek angul die duliye diye chole gelo. Ami dekhi bou ar amar langto bepar ta ke pattai diche na. Jeno etai normal. Tomra jara vabcho, ami kono protest korchi na keno, tara jama pant pore eta vabcho. Ami’o ekdin jama pant portam, tomader moto. Sei somoi amio kono injustice holei protest kortam, kintu ekta manush langto thakle chinta vabnai bodle jai. Protidin jodi ekjon achna meyer samne langto hote hoi, nijer baditei langto hoye ghure berate hoi, tahole se ki ar protest korar sahas pabe? Chele’ra langto thakle samasto khamatao ga theke neme jai. Meyeder seta’tei anando. Ar amader samne je jinis ta jhulche, seta kapod charlei meyeder katha moto chole, tate ora aro tripti pai. Jodio’ amake langto kore rakhar jonno kichu cost bede gechilo, jemon janla dorja’r curtains kinte hoyechilo ar bazar dokano bou’kei korte hoto, tobu etuku kharcha jekono meye’i korbe karon badale puro khamata’ta oder hater muthoi.\nSharmistha amar meyer boyoshi. Parai ar shob kota meye jante deri hobe na, je Ipsita’di tar bor’ke langto kore rakhe. Lajjai amar chokh diye jol beriye gelo. Tokhono amar nunku ta hawai dulche. Hotat dekhi sei janla diye ekta kagoz’er tukro ese porlo. Ami seta tule niyei dekhi ja andaz korechilam tai, Sharmistha’r lekha.\n“Sir, ami jani, Ipsita’di apnake aj ar kono rokom jama kapod porte diche na. Apni aj barite sampurno anabrito hoye meyeder samne ghure berate baddho. Prothom’ta biswas na holeo ekhuni ja dekhlam tate amar jibon palte gelo. Apni amar jibone dekha, prothom NENGTO chele(nengto master o, jeta hoito prithibite prothom dekhar saubhgyo amar), jodio age chobite bondhuder kache dekhechi kintu LIVE ei prothom. Eibar bujhlam, keno didi apnake lengto kore rakhe; satti’e apnake jama pant chada khub sundar lage, specially apni excited thakle…. Apni amar kan mule dile bishon rag hoto, aj apnaki ei obosthai dekhe khusite amar mon’ta bhore gelo. Erpor pora na bojhate parle kintu….Ami jani apni khub voi pachen je ami sabai ke bole debo, kintu apnar voi pabar kono karon nei. Ami jani apni amar jonno anek upakar korechen. Apnar jonnoi ami eto valo result korechi. Apna’der barite onekdin ekla porte gechi, kintu apni kono advantage neor chesta korenni. Ar kichudin porei hoito college’e admission niye onno kothao chole jabo. Ar dekha hobe na. Ami chaina keo apnake opoman karuk. Kintu etao jani, apni Ipsita’di katha mene langtoi thakben, karon apni Ipsita’di ke valobashen. Ar tar janno apnake ami sammano kori, se apni LANGTO thakleo. Sudhu ektai request, apni arekbar janla’r samne oivabe asun. Amar camerat’e ekta chobi tule rakhbo. Biswas karun, ar kauke dekhabo na, sudhu kono nirjan dupure jakhan onek dure thakbo, takhan ei chabi’ta dekhe apnar kotha mone porbe. Amar request rakhben to? Jodi yes hoi tahole janla’r ekta palla bandho kore khule din. Porar por kagoz ta puriye felun.\nPorte porte chokhe jal ese gechilo, kintu seshta pore abar voi korte laglo. Jodi’o Sharmistha valo meye tabe, jodi amar langto photo sabai’ke dekhiye dei, tahole? Kintu o ichche korle bepar’ta ratiye diteo pare. Amar sundari student amake langto dekhte chaiche! eirokom aj porjonto kokhono kono master’er hoyeche kina jani na. Kintu meyeta’r request ta phela jai na. Eto meye amake jor kore langto kore diche, ar ei meyeta eto sundar kore request koreche, seta deny korbo? Thik korlam, oke ekta sujog debo, kintu only for 5 minutes. Uthe dadiye or kathamoto’n janla diye signal dilam.\nHotat mone holo. Eki korchi, amar ki matha gelo? Ei tuku meyer samne langto hoye thakbo? Kintu etao thik sunday oke hoito amake langto hoyei parate habe. Bola jai na hoito oke diyei Ipsita amake langto korate pare. Abar arek dike sab kapor jama to lock kora ar chabi’r gocha Ipsita’r komore jhulche; paoar kono chance nei. Ekhon’i or samne langto hole ekta santana thakbe je ei meyer kache agei amar abru geche. Natun kore lajja pabar kichu nei. Kintu Ipsita abar bepar ta dhore phelbe na to? Pach minute kete gelo.\nLetter ta lighter diye jalate giye theme gelam. Mone holo amar jama kapod’o keu jeno agun diye jaliye diche. Amar nunku ta ekhon sabar kache free entertainment. Hotat, arekta kagazer tukro paer kache ese porlo. Dekhi lekha:\nPach minute’r modhye toiri hoye, janla’r samne chole asun ar ha gaye ektu tel mekhe asun, specially nunku’ta te, ami sunlight er reflection ta dhore rakhte chai. Kane hat dile aro valo hoi. Ektu kan dhore uthbos kore warm-up kore nin. Ami camera ready korchi. Uff, ki excited lagche na! O ha, tel lagano’r somoi ekdom oisob noi kemon. Nahole, Ipsita’dir kache amake boka khete hobe.\nKagoz’ta pore ami ekdom stunned hoye gelam. Eivabe kholakhuli amar sabtheke gopon jaigata niye katha bolche. Obosho, ar monehoi, ota gopon noi. Amake chara prithibi’r sab meye ota niye khela korte pare. Vebe chokhe jal ese gelo. Eto opomaner poreo kadte parchi vebeo obak holam. Oituku meye amake bacha’der moto langto hoye tel makhte bolche. Kintu ar na shunei ba ki habe. Langto jodi or samne daratei hoi, tahole ektu tel mekhe sundar hoye jaoai bhalo. Uthe pore washroom e giye gaye tel makhlam, nunku’te tel ditei ota khada hoye uthlo. Konorokom’e nijeke atkalam, karon langto thakle ei bepar gulo ar adal thake na. Sharmistha na holeo Ipsita dhore felbei. Tarpor ghore ese kan dhore uthbos start korlam. Ekbar kore korchi, ar kaste jeno buk fete jache. Jei meyeta pora na parle kan mola kheto amar kache, aj kina tar samnei….Ekbar uki mere dekhi Sharmistha camera set up korche. Or chul’ta ekhono khola. Jeno amar langto photo na tule o chul badhbe na. Hotat o chokh tule amake dekhe mukh tipe hese uthlo. Ami lajjai sore aschi dekhe, o ragi ragi ekta ishara korlo. Tarpor ki ekta mone portei chulta te hat buliye matha sundar kore ghoralo, ar puro chulta or buker opor ager moto ese porlo. Ekta chuler lock kapal theke gal’er opor ese poreche( jetake zulf bole Hindi’te) Hat badiye ekta lipstick niye thot ta sundar vabe magenta color korlo, tarpor amake ishara kore samne aste bollo.\nEisob dekhe ami jeno mantramukdho hoye gechilam. Aste aste janlar samne ese dadatei, dekhi o chokh namiye amar nunku ta dekhlo. Or mukhe ekta misti hasi. Vishon lajja korte laglo. Hat diye samne’ta dhaka dilam. Hotat oi lipstick ta janla die chudlo amar dike. Ami ota dhorar jonno nunku theke hat shariye laph dilam. Puro langto hoye laphatei, nunku ta tao laphiye uthlo. Ami daranor pareo mone holo, tokhono ota lapache. O konorokom’e hasi atke amake ishara ekta ishara korlo, jeta bujhte pere amar mukh lal hoye gelo. Amar nunku ta dekhiye o thot’er opor angul rakhlo, tarpor arekta lipstick niye ishara korlo. Bujhlam o chaiche lipstick ta niye amar nunku’r opor ektu buliye dite.\nAmi lajjai ekebare jeno mati’te mise gelam. Tobe etodur egiye ar pechano jai na. Man samman sab bhule lipstick er cap ta khullam. Mone holo ei jinistar’o ekta cap ache, kintu amar… Tarpor ar or dike na takiye nunku’r opore skin ta’r(foreskin) opor lipstick bolate laglam. Ektu agei eita or thot’er sporsho peyeche. Mone holo jeno amar nunku ta teo or thot’er choa laglo. “Ota noi, sudhu glans ta.” Shune chamke takiye dekhi, o kathata bole lajjai mukh tipe hasche. Eto sundor ekta meyer samne ulanga hoye dariye thakte thakte ghore lege gechilo, abar mukh namiye glans er opor stick ta bolate laglam. Nunku ta ekdom khara chilo bole, glans ta puropuri beriye poreche. Kichukhon pore nunku’r daga’tao lalche hoye gelo. Ebar bujhlam O keno erokom korte bollo. Lajjai amar mukhta ta lal hoye gechilo, kintu nunku ta tulonai ektu fade lagchilo. Ebar amar nunku ar mukh .\ndutoi prai same complexion mone holo. Click kore ekta awaz hotei bujhte parlam amar sabtheke lajjajanok muhurto’tar chobi o tule nilo. Tele lipstick makhamakhi hoye nunku’ta jeno alote glow gorche.\nHotat shunlam o ektu keshe uthlo. Mukh tultei dekhlam o ishara kore thamte bollo, ar lipstick tar dike ishara korlo. Ami cap’ta atke ota abar or dike chude dilam. O lipstick ta catch kortei, or buk’ta dule uthlo, ar amar nunku ta aro khara hoye gelo. Sharmistha ektu dushtu vabe ishara korlo, “naughty boy”. Tarpor buker kapod ta ektu tule lipstick ta or cleavage’er modhye fele diye diye ishara korlo je ota ekta souvenir hoye thakbe. Kivabe samai katchilo jani na, kintu hotat dekhi o komore hat diye ragi ragi mukh korche. Ami bujhte pere kan’e hat dilam.\nO Camera ta tule onekkhon dhore focus korlo. Amar jeno ar kono hus chilo na, je langto hoye tel mekhe nunku te lal rang kore dariye achi. Camera shutter awaz hotei amar ghor kete gelo. Dekhi amar sab kichu cemara’te bondi kore, o jiv kete hasche. Sei hashite jeno biswojayer anando. Ami ebar ar dadate parlam na. Abar lajja peye samne’ta adal korlam. Ebar o jore hese uthlo, jeno bolche, ar ki baki thaklo sab’e to khola, ekhono lojja. Dhop kore matite bose porlam, ar nijer bokami te matha thuke kadte icha holo. Sunte pelam, Sharmistha khil- khil kore hasche. Hotat jore hawa ditei, kagoz duto janla’r kache ude gelo. Voi peye ami laph dilam dhorar jonno, kintu tar agei dekhi ogulo hawa’te udte udte Mrs. Chatterjee’r flat’er chate giye porlo. Chat’e onek gulo meyer golar awaz paoa jache …\nErpor eto gulo meyer samne…..Ish, ami ar kichu vabte parchi na. Kagoz ta giye portei meyegulo “eta ki, dekhi dekhi” bole chechiye uthlo. Janlar kachei dadiye chilam. Amar\nchardikta jeno dulte laglo. Mone porlo kagoz’e jodio amar nam nei kintu Ipsita’r nam lekha ache, tai ekbar porlei sabai bujhe jabe bepar’ta. Hotat, mone portei dekhi Sharmistha\namar dike takiye muchki muchki hasche. Amake o ishara korlo shanto thakte, o manage kore nebe, bole janla theke sore gelo. Amar matha ar kaj korche na. Ekhuni hoito bou ese\nporbe. Or samne ei lal nunku, niye kivabe mukh dekhabo? Mone portei washroom er dike chutlam. Giye shower khule gaye bhalo kore shaban dilam, nunku’te onekhon dhare\nshaban ghoslam, kintu lipstick er dagta glans theke kichutei jachena. Ipsita’r bole geche or permission chara kono tampering kora mana(nunku’te). Edike saban deoate, abar ota\nkhara hoye gelo. Ekebare jeno amake beijjot korei chadbe.\nHotat, bell beje uthlo. Amar heart attack howar obostha. Kono rokome ga muche, langto hoye niche doudalam. Ekjon officer nijer baditei langto hoye chotachuti korche. Loke\ndekhle ki vab’be. Dorja kholar agei glass die ja dekhlam, tate mone holo ami agyan hoye jabo. It’s Kusum. Amar pa kapte laglo. Ajke abar bhalo kore seje esche. Chule sundar\nkhopa kora. Ei meyer samne amake…… Hotat, mone porlo, Ipsita’r hoito phirte deri hobe. Tahole… chute giye gown ta pore nilam. Sab sahas niye dorja’ta khultei, Kusum amake\ndekhe ektu chomke gelo.\nAmar matha theke pa ekbar dekhe niye bollo, “Boudi bolechilo, badite apni….. Tahole, ota mithe kotha chilo. Ami ki mukh dekhe free’te kaj korbo naki?”\nOr katha shune opomane amar kan lal hoye gelo. Ami kichu bolar agei bollo, “Oi magi’ta tahole amake boka banachilo. Ami takhani sandeho korechilam, emon hoi naki. Barir\nmarad’ke….” bole o hata lagalo.\nAmi khub voi peye gelam. Ipsita jante parle kurukhetra bedhe jabe. Ami bolte gelam, Kusum ami langtoi thaki badite, kintu gola diye awaz berolo’na. Dorja bandho kore mone holo,\ne ki holo amar sange. Eto taka income koreo ki, badite ektu samman pabo na? Gown ta porei sofa’te bose porlam. Nunku’ta to ekhono lal, ki kora jai. Hotat dekhi makhan’er jarta\ntable’r opor rakha. Ipsita bolechilo….. Daude giye jar ta khullam. Gown khule onekta makhan niye glans’er opor ekta layer diye dilam. Eibar ar kono bhoi nei.\nAbar bell beje uthlo. Bhulei gechilam ami langto. Oi obosthai dorja khulte jetei mone porlo, kintu anek deri hoye geche. Takiye dekhi Ipsita.\n“Oma, ki sweet lagche go tomake. Sonamoni?” Or hate onekgulo plastic, amake sab dhariye dilo. Ekta plastic amar khara nunku’tate jhuliye dilo. Ami chamke giye charpashe\ndekhlam. “Ekhono eto lajja?” bole o mukh chapa die hese uthlo. Hotat mone holo nunku ta jeno nije thekei lapache. Niche takiye ja dekhlam amar nishas bondho hoye elo. Oi\nplastic e jento mach laphache. Duhat bhora bajarer thole, plastic ta felteo parchi na Ipsita’r samne. Amar ei obosthai o aro hasche. Ami vabchi kotokhone o dhukbe, dorja ekhono\nkhola. “Tumi bhetore jao, ami diye debo. ” Ami langto hoye sab plastic niye kitchen e gelam. Ekpa felchi ar mach gulo aro laphache, voi amar pran jai jai. Sink e plastic ta rekhe\nektu santi holo. Kintu, ekhono to to dorja bandher awaz pelam na.\n“Shuncho, edike eso” Ipsita’r gola shunte pelam, ebar dorja bandho holo.\n“Ei document ta te ektu sign kore dao to.Gopa dilo” bole bou ekta kagoz badiye dilo. Pore ami chokhe tara dekhlam. Lekha ache:\nThe Kolkata CFNM society,\nDeclaration from men\nI henceforth give up all my claims to modesty at the party to be organized by the society. I would remain naked at the occasion on this auspicious day from the arrival to departure\nof every guest at the party.Every women present of all age group and status, shall have full authoriy to indulge in me and my private(?) parts. This may include fondling, caressing\nor activities of such nature, to the point of reaching climax, but short of ejaclation which shall be the\nexclusive domain of my wife. She can exercise this right at her will or delegate\nthis task to someone else other than anyone of same sexual status as me. I will carry out any task given to me by any girl or woman, even if it disregards my status or elevates my\nnudity. I declare all of myself a tool of enjoyment for the female species of the planet. Also, my privates may be rechristened by some other name, although the final approval must\nbe from my wife. I shall respond to any such name for all time to come. The organizer may include any girl or woman and regardless of any concern whether she is acqainted to\nEta pore amar choke jal ese gelo. Vebechilam ontoto choto meyeder samne…. kintu eto jekono meyei attend korte pare. Etodur porjonto namte hobe. Ipsita sudhu ekta pen badiye\ndilo tarpor gharir dike takiye bollo, “Eto bela holo, Kusum elona, ki bepar.” Ami voi peye sange sange kagoz ta te soi kore dilam. O khusi hoye bollo, “Sharmi samne jaoar por tumi\nkhub bhadralok hoye gele dekchi!”\nHotat telephone beje uthlo, “Dekho to ke?” bole o phone ta dekhalo. Ami tultei jeno hadd heem hoye gelo, Kusum koreche. Ami bou’er dike egiye dilam. “Ha, Kusum bol, tui\nelina?” aste aste or mukh ta rage lal hoye gelo. Hotat chokhe porlo table’er opor onekgulo lollipop rakha ache. Ektu obak holam, egulo keno anlo bou? Mistimukh korte? Ekhon ar\nhoito habe na.\nPhone kete diye bollo. “How dare you disobey my orders! Stand up.” Ami voi peye dadiye uthe chokh bondho kore fellam.\n“Tomake ami emon sasti debo je jibone ar jama pant porte chaibe na.” Bou gorje uthlo. Ami bollam “ektu aste bolo, sabai sune felbe.” O aro rege bollo”Shunuk, sabai. Amar\nsamne eso.” Ami or samne jetei o lollipop er wrapper ta chadiye nunku’r makhan ta tule dilo. Ami vablam ebar kapale dukho ache. Lal dagata beriye jabe, kintu o kichu bolche na\ndekhe niche takalam. Dekhi makhan’er sange lipstick er dagta uthe geche. O molayam kore hat bolate laglo amar nunku’r opor hat bulotei arame chokh buje elo; shange shange ota\nkhara. Hoito or rag pore geche. Hotat ektu shurshuri lagtei niche takiye ja dekhlam tate amar heartbeat stop hoye gelo.\nO lollipop’er er straw ta amar nunku’r phuto diye….. Eijonno o amar nunku’ta ador korchilo. “Please, Ipsita, ar konodin korbo na. I love you. Please, eta koro na.” Or mukhe\nnisthur ekta hasi. Amar chokh diye jal porche ar aste aste lollipop er straw ta nunku’r modhe dhuke jache. Vishon jala korche, mone hoche jeno ar konodin…. Prai purota dhukei\ndiye Ipsita khil khil kore haste laglo. Ami takiye dekhi, nunku’r mukhe lollipop er candy chara ar kichu dekha jache na. Chokh theke dufota jal nunku’r opor porlo. Ipsita arekta\nlollipop niye payer opor pa tule khete laglo. Ami duhat jod kore or samne dadiye khama chaichi. O moneholo mone mone bolche, “Tomar vogoban ekhon ami.”\nKichuta lollipop kheye O uthe daralo. Amar matha theke par puro’ta inspection kore pechon dike gelo. Tarpor jeta holo boltei matha kata jache. Amar pacha fak kore oi lollipop ta\nmukh theke ber kore dhokate laglo….”Please, please, ar konodin disobey korbona..” kintu aste aste bujhlam amar sab marjada neme jache ar thanda moto ekta amar pechone dhuke\njache. Ipsita ektu dure giye amar dike takiye haste haste sofate goriye porlo.\ndui boner dustumi ( by bisu )\ntokhon ami 11 e pori. sokale uthe sobe ekta cigarette dhoriechi chade gie, hothath pash theke suni ‘ click’ kore ekta sobdo,songe hasir awaj. takie dekhi amar bon chader dorjar faak die mobile bar kore amar cigarette khaoar chobi tulche ar khuk khuk kore hasche. ami cigarette fele or dike tere gelam.’ ei ki korchis ?’ o mobile nie niche palalo. ma babar samne oke kichu bolteo parlam na. pore oke eka peye bollam, ‘ oi chobita delete kor siggir.’ o bollo kano delete korbo ? ma dekhle khub khusi hobe to .. ami badhho hoye bollam amon koris na bon, tui ja bolbi korvo. plz oi photo ta dekhas na kauke. bon sune haste haste bollo , ja bolbo tai korbi?’ bole hi hi kore haste laglo. ektu pore ma baba kaje berie gelo. amader schoole tokhon goromer chuti. ektu pore amar kakur meye sima elo. bon er moto o 9 e pore. bon lipi , simar kane kane kichu bollo, sune ora dujonei khik khik kore haste laglo. bujhlam amake nie kichu ekta korar plan koreche dujone.\nami bhablam baire jabo. kintu ghor theke berote jetei bon bollo ‘ kothay jachchis?’ ami bollam mathe. bon rima tai sune hasi mukhe bollo , besh ja, amio tor cigarette khaoar photo ta babar mail e send kori. ami voy peye gelam. bollam ‘ erokom koris na plz. tui na chaile ami jabo na. ki korte hobe bol.’ bon bollo’ ma bole geche ghor poriskar kore rakhte. tui ghor jhat de, tarpor ghor mochh. ami ar sima bose bose tv dekhi. ami porlam moha fesade. chhele hoye ami ghor muchbo ar bon bose bose dekhbe ? kintu ki ar kora jabe ? nahole amar cigarette khaoar chobi bon babake dekhalei ami morechi.\nogotta ki ar korbo, nimraji hoye haate jhata nie ghor jhat dite laglam. soar 2 to ghor jhat die tv room e ese dekhi amar dui bon tv dekhche. sima paye sada sneaker pore esechilo, seta porei chair e bose ache. rimar paye ghore porar choti. dujoneri porone skirt ar top. ami jhat dite laglam ar ora payer opor pa tule bose amake ghor jhat dite dekhte laglo ar miti miti haste laglo. amar bohut rag hote laglo dui bon er opor. tv room jhat die ranna ghor jhat dite gelam. fire ese dekhi sima juto pore gota ghore ghurche. fole gota ghorer mejhete or jutor chap poreche. fole amake abar jhat dite hobe.\nami or dike takie bollam ‘ eta ki korli?’ o mukhe hasi jhulie bollo ‘ tui ghor jhat dibi bole ki amra hata bondho kore debo?’ ami bollam, ‘ haat, kintu atleast juto ta to khulte paris.’ rima pash theke bollo,’ na, photo ta babake pathatei hobe dekhchi.’ ki ar korbo ami , choto bon amake blackmail korche. ami bollam, plz bolis na bon. rima bollo ‘ ato sohoje hobena. tui amader osomman korechis. valo kore khwama cha.’ simao ese or pase chair e bose porlo. ami ki ar kori, oder dujoner payer kache hatugere bose porlam. hatjor kore bollam ‘ amar vyl hoye geche. erokom ar kokhono hobena. plz, ebarer noto khwama kore dao. ‘ amake oder payer samne hatugere bose khwama chaite dekhe ora hasite fete porlo. dujone dujonke jorie ho ho kore haste laglo. ami khwama cheye jete laglam. ektu pore ora uthe baire chole gelo. ami simar jutor chhap gulo ekta kapor die ghose tulte laglam. tola hole ghor muchte jabo, amar dui bon ghore fire elo. ora ki korte giechilo bujhte parlam. ar kichu na, amar kaaj barie moja kora uddessho oder. baire dhulo matite ghure juto vorti moyla nie sob ghor marie vetorer tv er room e amar samne elo. ami raag ar osohay vaab mesano dristi te oder dike takalam. ora abar hasite fete porlo amar dike takie.\nora dujone amar dike takie haste haste gota ghor juto pora paye marate laglo. dhur chai, ki korte je chhader dorja na lagie fookchilam sokale? nijekei nije gaal dilam. ki ar kori, abar ager moto oder samne hatu gere boslam. dui bon er payer dike takie kanna veja golay bollam ‘ plz, erokom koris na. ami to toder kono khwoti korini. kotobar ghor poriskar korbo bol? tora ja bolbi sob sunbo. sudhu evabe ghor nongra koris na.’ ami kadte kadte oder payer kache mejhete matha namie dilam. sima chokh pakie bollo’ ja bolbo sunbi to?’ ami bollam’ ha, plz sudhu erokom koro na.’ sima bollo,thik ache, amra chup kore chair e bose jachchi. tui sudhu tor half pant er chain ta khule ghor jhat de ebar.’ ami jano akash theke porlam. ‘ ki, toder samne ami pant er chain khulbo kivabe? plz amar sathe erokom moja koris na, tora amar choto bon hos.’ rima chokh pakie bollo ‘ ar bon er kortobbo holo dada peke gie fookte sikhle babake se khobor janie mar khaie take abar thik pothe ana. ami seta korbo, na tui amar kotha sunbi ? ami to toke pant khulte bolchina. sudhu chain khulle tar faak die kichu dekha jay naki ?’\nbabar haate mar khaoar cheye bon er kotha mene neoa onek valo bole mone holo. ar bon thik e boleche. amar nunu saheb betray na korle sidhu pant er chain khulle ora kichui dekhte pabena. ake nie ora ektu moja korte chaiche, ki ar korbo ? ami matha nichu kore bollam thik ache, tora ja chaichis tai korbocami. sune ora e or mukher dike cheye haslo. tarpor sima amar kache ese amar pant er chain ta dan haate dhore ektane namie dilo. oh, oder se ki hasi !!! ora pagoler moto haste laglo ar ami mone mone amar nunu babji ke bolte laglam plz baire berie bon der samne amar sesh somman tuku nosto koro na. ektu pore hasi thamie rima bollo,’ ja, ebar ghor ta jhat die muche fel.’ ami oder samne theke onno ghore gie bachlam. 30 minute por sob ghor jhat deoa, mocha chere oder samne gie daralam. sima ‘ amar gaal tipe die bollo “good boy”, jano ami ekta bachcha chele, amon vabe. sima bollo cigarette khaoa chele valo chele hoye geche. tai chotto chele ta ke ami akhon ekta prize debo . bole o chair er opor uthe daralo. or dan haate nijer mobile ta dhore bollo,’ ki re bachcha, mobile ta chai naki?’ ota pele ar amake pay ke? oi photo ta delete korte parle ami bachi. rima bollo, ‘ lafie uthe nite hobe. ‘ amar matha theke onek uchute mobile ta. ami sob vule jotota somvob besi laf dilam. hay re, ami vulei giechilam amar pant er chain khola. ami lafalam, ar amar nunuo lafer sathe chain er fak die berie gelo. ami niche namte dekhi nunu babaji lojja soromer matha kheye chain er baire berie achen. tai dekhe dui bon er se ki hasi !!!!\nlojjay amar mukh puro lal hoye gelo. ami nunu ta hat die abar pant er vetore chalan korte gelam. rima mukh ta gomvir kore bollo, ” lengtu khoka, tor mobile ta chai na tahole?” bon amake lengtu bole daklo? lojjay ami aro lal hoye gelam, nunu ta kano janina bon er kache opomanito hoye aro sokto ar lomba hoye matha uchie daralo. ami bon der chotie ar otake pant e dhokate sahosh pelam na. amar gupto sompod chokher samne dekhe rima ar sima ho ho kore haste laglo. ami lojja soromer matha kheye abar mobile ta dhorar jonne laf dilam. amar hat mobile tar ga chhuye berie gelo, laver modhdhe amar nunu lafer songe lafie uthlo amar dui bon er samne. se ki hasi oder amar nunuke lafer songe nachte dekhe ! ami lojjay lal hoye jaoa mukh nie eker por ek laf dite laglam mobile ta dhorar jonne. ami jotoi uchute lafai, rima mobile ta tar cheye ektu uchute tule dhore. laver modhdhe lafer songe amar nunuta lafie dulte thake. dui bon tai dekhe pagoler moto haste thake.\npray 30 bar laf deoar por ami laf die ba haate bon er dan hat ta dhore dan hat die bon er dan haate dhore thaka mobile ta chinie nilam. byash, amake ar pay ke ! ami photo gallery khule prothomei amar cigarette khaoar photo ta delete korlam, tarpor nunu babajike pant er vetore chalan korlam. uffff, oboseshe santi pelam tahole !!\nkintu kothay santi ? rima ar simar dike taakie dekhi ora tokhono amake dekhe hasche. hasi thamle sima bollo “ore gadha, tor ki dharona amar mobile e tor oi photo transfer na korei rima toke ota delete korte dieche? sotti, tora chelera gorur o odhom. ” muhurte sob anondo ube gelo amar. sima egie elo amar dike. amar samne darie ektane amar pant er chain ta khule dilo. tarpor ba hater talu bondi kore ber korlo amar nunuta. or sundor forsha haat die narte laglo amar nunuta. humiliation tokhon vule gechilam ami, amar sara deho jure chorie porchilo ek darun sukh. simar hat amar ongo borabor opor nich korchilo. ekbar or haat neme aschilo amar onger goray, porokhonei or haat amar nunur goray ese pouchachchilo. ufffff, se je ki sukh, bole bojhano jabena.\nrima totokhone chair theke neme amar pashe ese darieche. hotath rima or dan haat die amar ba gale besh jore ekta thappor marlo. ami kichu bojhar aagei or ba hat amar dan gaale aghat korlo abar. amar choto bon amake evabe chor marlo. ami vebacheka kheye darie gaale haat bolate laglam. amar nunuta simar haat theke nie rima amar nunuta or dan haat die aste aste narte narte bollo, ” ami toke mobile direct nite bolechilam. lafanor por amar haat dhore tene tui cheat korechis. tai toke amader kache khwama chaite hobe.” ei bole bon amar haate thaka or mobile ta nie nilo.\namar nunuta tokhono rimar hater talute bondi, aste aste amar nunuta dan hat die ghosche amar bon. or chokhe mukhe ekta odvut hasi. ei opoman, songe jounango jure amar forsha, sundori bon er sporsho, sob milie amar kano janina besh valoi lagte laglo. ami matha nichu kore bollam, “sorry bon, amar vul hoye geche. amake khwama kore dao.” pash theke sima bollo, “ete hobena. amader dujoner paye matha rekhe khwama cha.” ami bina torke or kotha mene nilam. rima amar nunu chere dite ami or payer kache hatugere bose or choti pora payer opor matha thekalam. nijer choto bon er paye matha thekie pronam korchi ami, othocho kano janina, amar ektuo kharap lagchilo na. sotti bolte amar besh valoi lagchilo evabe choto bonke pronam korte. pray 5 minute rimar payer opor matha rekhe pore thaklam ami. tarpor rima or choti pora dan pa amar mathar opor rekhe amake asirbad korlo. pa die amar matha simar dike thele bollo “ebar simake pronam kor. ami bon er dupayer opor chumbon kore oke dhonnobaad dilam. tarpor simar kache gie simar sneaker pora payer opor matha thekie dilam. kano janina, khub valo lagchilo evabe simake pronam korte. mone mone kolpona korte laglam sima kono swarger debi ar ami debir paye matha rekhe pronam korchi. ektu pore rimar moto simao or juto pora dan pa amar mathar opor rekhe amake asirbad korlo. ami or sneaker er opor chumbon kore oke dhonnobad dilam. ami uthte dekhi haate mobile nie darie simar dike cheye rima hasche. amake uthte dekhe simake rima bollo, ” cigarette khaoar cheye bachcha tar langto hoye amader paye matha rekhe pronam korar video tai besi valo hoyeche. ki bolis tui?” ora dujone eke oporke jorie dhore haste laglo ho ho kore. tar mane amar pant theke nunu bar kore rekhe oder paye matha rekhe pronam korata ora video koreche ????\nLengtu gadha ( by Laddu )\nsokale uthe bujhte parlam chadorer tolay ami sompurno ulongo. raate ami pant khule suyechilam ? koi, mone porche na to ! khater chardike takalam, chadorer modhdhe hatre dekhlam. nei to !!! kothay gelo pant ta ?? chadorer modhdhe hatralam abar, charidike takie dekhlam. nah, khater opor, nicher mejhete kothao nei pant ta. kothay gelo ota ? ar ami akhon ki pore uthbo bichana theke ? badhdho hoye bichanar chador ta komore jorie uthlam bichana theke. alnar samne gie aro obak holam. alna teo amar ektao pant nei. vablam ranna ghore gie ma ke jiggasa kori amar pant gulo sob kothay.\nami amar ghor theke soja ranna ghore mayer kache jaoar chestay chilam. kintu majhe tv room pore. okhane bose amar choto bon tv dekhche. or boyesh 12, amar cheye 4 bochorer choto. amake chador komore jorie cholte dekhe o khuk khuk kore haste laglo, tarpor adure golay bollo- e ma, amar gadha tar pentalun gelo koi ? ami uttor na die matha nichu kore chole jaoar chestay chilam, kintu pichon theke bon sur kore dakte laglo,gadha, gadha, gadha ! amar rag hoye gelo, or dike egie or samne gie bollam, gadha gadha korchis kano ? ami gadha na, tor dada, bujhechis ? bon muchki hese amar kane hat die alto kore kanta mule die bollo “gadha na hole tor kan gulo ato boro boro kano ? thik gadhar kaner moto. dekhlei multe ichcha kore.” ami hat barie or hat aar kan theke sorate gelam. o onno hat die amar komore jorano chador ta dhore ektan dilo. bissoye hotobak hoye gelam ami . amar 4 bochorer choto bon er samne chador ta amake sompurno ulongo kore mejhete lutie porlo. ” tui sudhu gadhai na, ekta misti lengtu gadha, hi hi. ” bon bollo. lojjay puro lal hoye gelam ami. ma amader jhogra sune totokhone ranna ghor theke eghore chute eseche. ami taratari chador ta tule komore jorie nilam.\n– ki re, tui pant na pore chador jorie ghurchis kano ? ami kapa golay uttor dilam, pant ta khuje pachhi na ma. – khuje pachjis na ? ma vuru kuchke bollo ” raate ki tui pant khule ghumas ? hostel e theke esob sikhechis ? tao khule amon jaygay rakhis pordin uthe nijei khuje pasna ? ” ami bollam ” ami harai ni ma. bon nischoy kothao lukie rekheche. ” bolar songe songe gaale ekta joralo thappor achre porlo. mayer na, amar choto bon er !! obak hoye thappor khaoa ba gale hat bolate laglam ami. ” dekhecho ma, nije pant harie amar nam e dosh chapachche gadha ta.” bon ovijog korlo ma ke.\n” ma, dekhecho, bon amake chor marlo!” ami ovijog korlam ma ke. ” besh koreche, chor mereche. ma bollo. tui nije dosh kore or naam e faltu ovijog korbi ar o sojjo korbe ? purush jati tai erokom, nijera dosh kore ar meyeder ghare dosh chapay. valo chaile ekhuni bon er kache khwama cha. “, ma bollo. “ma, please, vul hoye geche, ar hobena.” ,ami kator golay bollam. ” eta bonke bol, ma ragi golay bollo. ami badhdho hoye bon ke bollam” please bon, khwama kore de amake, vul hoye geche. ” bon matha nere bollo ” atosohoje khwama hobe na. amar samne hatugere bose hatjor kore khwama cha prothome. tarpor amar paye matha rekhe khwama cha.” ami mayer dike asohay vabe chailam. ma gomvir vabe bollo “tor oporadher tulonay onek kom shasti dichche bon. bon ja bolche tai kor.” ami ki ar korbo ? choto bon simir samne hatugere bose hatjor kore bolte laglam ” please bon, amar vul hoye geche. amake khwama kore dao.” bon chair e bose or payer kache hatjor kore bose thaka amar dike takie haste laglo. ami barbar or kache khwama chaite laglam. 5 minute por bon bollo “ebar amar paye matha thekie khwama cha.” ami or nil choti pora pa duto duhate dhore tar opor nijer matha ta namie dilam. bon er sundor forsha pa dutor opor nijer matha ta ghoste laglam aste aste. majhe majhe chumbon korte laglam or dui payer patay. bon ektu pore or choti pora dan pa ta tule amar mathar opore rakhlo. amar mathar opor choti pora pa bulie amake ador korte korte bollo, ” ki re gadha. provur paye matha ghoste kamon lagche! ” bon amar provu !! lojjay mukh ta aro lal hoye gelo amar. osfuto swore uttor dite gie amio oke provu bole deke fellam. ” valo lagche provu. ” hi hi hi, ki bolli abar bol” amar mathar opor choti pora dan pa bulie ador korte korte bollo bon. ami bon er ba payer opor chumbon kore bollam, “valo lagche provu.” ei to, somman dite sikhechis meye der . pash theke ma bollo. ebar uthe ready hoye ne. amar tiffin toiri. tor baki pant gulo keche diechi. akhon babar ekta lungi pore ne. ami bon er payer opor sesh bar chumbon kore uthe daralam. alna theke babar ekta lungi nie toilet e chole gelam fresh hote.\nFresh hoye ese boslam khabar ghore, ei room tai tv room ar khaoar ghor. Ei ghorei ektu aage boner kache humiliated hoyechi. Ami chup chap ese matha nichu kore boslam ekta chair e. bon amar dike cheye muchki muchki haste laglo. Ma ranna ghore jachchilo luchi ar torkari ante. Bon maa ke bollo, “ma, sokal theke to tumi kaj kore jachcho. Ar koto korbe ? ei gadha ta kono kaj korena, saradin lengtu hoye ghumay sudhu. Tumi boso, lengtu ta kaj koruk ebar. “ ma boner dike cheye haslo. “ thik bolechis.” Tarpor amar dike cheye bollo “ ja, khabar nie ay. “ ami torko korar chesta korlam na. bina protibade ranna ghore gie 3 te plate ar luchi, torkari rakha patro duto nie elam. Bon 3 te thala dekhe vuru kuchke takalo amar dike. “3 te thala kano. Amra khabo bolechi. Toke khete debo bolechi ?” bon ki bolche ? ora khabe ar ami sara sokal na kheye thakbo? “ ja, ekta thala rekhe ay gie.” Amar bon simi ritimoto hokum korlo. Amar kano janina khub valo lagchilo boner sashon. Sara sokal khete pabona jeneo boner adesh palon korlam khusi mone. Ese 2 to thalay luchi torkari nie prothome ma ke dilam. Tarpor bon ke dite gelam. Bon tokhono chair e bose tv dekhe jachchilo. Amake dekhe hat die mejher dike dekhalo, “hatu gere bos amar payer kache.” Ami archokhe mayer dike takalam. Ma hasimukhe choto boner kache amar humiliation dekhche. Ami boner payer kache hatugere boslam. Plate ta amar hate dhora. “evabe bose thak plate ta dhore jotokhon amar khaoa sesh n ahoy.”, bon bollo. Ami ebaro kono protibad korlam na. boner plate ta duhate dhore or payer kache hatugere bose roilam. Bon or choti pora pa duto amar thigh er oor tule dilo. Bon taratari khaoar byapar e kono agroho dekhalo na.amar koler opor choti pora pa duto rekhe bon tv dekhte dekhte majhe majhe luchi chire mukhe dhokachchilo amar haate dhore thaka plate theke. 30 minute pore Khaoa sesh kore amar dike takalo bon. Mukhe daya dekhanor vab futie bollo “ki re lengtu, khide peyeche ?” ami ghar nere bollam ha. Bon bollo “ja, ei plate tay luchi torkari nie ese bos amar payer kache. Boner payer kache hatugere bose theke amar hatute byatha korchilo, tobu boner adesh mene hatugere boslam abar or payer kache. Bon amar kole or pa duto tule die bollo, “ khete khete amar pa duto tipe de to. “ ami montro mugdho putuler moto tai korlam. Boner pa duto mon die tipte laglam ar majhe majhe hat barie mejhete rakha plte theke luchi khete laglam. Bon tv dekhte dekhte boro dadar seba nite laglo.\nAmar khaoa hoye gele bon amar buke choti pora ba pa die alto ekta lathi mere bollo, “ lengtu, tor ghore chol. Toke ekta jinish dekhabo.” Ei bole o tv off kore amar ghore chole gelo. Amio or pichon pichon amar ghore gelam. Bon niche pa jhulie amar khate boslo. Oke bolte holona, ami nije thekei or payer samne hatugere hatjor kore boslam. Bon hasimukhe bollo, “bol to toke ki dekhate nie elam?” ami matha nere bollam janina . bon or sundor mukhe hasi jhulie bollo,” mejhete upur hoye suye por ,matha nichu kore. Tarpor dekhachchi.” Ami boner thik payer kache matha rekhe upur hoye sulam. Bon amar toshoker modhdhe hat dhukie ki jano ekta bar korlo. Amar chokh mejher dike thakay dekhte pelam na.bon or choti pora dan pa ta amar chuler opor bulie sei obosthay amake ador korte laglo. Ami valo cheler moto chup kore boner payer ador kheye chollam. Bon 5 minute por pa ta amar mathar opor sokto kore rekhe bollo, “lengtu, ghar ghurie dekhar chesta kor amar hate ki ache. “ ami upur hoye suye ghar ghurie dekhar chesta korlam. Kintu erfole boner choti pora dan pa ta amar matha theke amar mukher opor ese porlo. Amar chokh ta Dhaka pore gelo or chotir tolay. Bon amake tease kore bollo, “bol lengtu, amar haate ki?” ami bollam “dekhte pachchi na. amar chokh tomar chotir tolay Dhaka pore geche.” Bon mukhe chuk chuk sobdo kore bollo, “aha re, lengtu tar koto kosto !” ei bole bon or pa ta amar chokher opor theke soralo or choti pora pa ta akhon amar thot , gal ar kopaler dandike. Ami opore takie dekhlam boner haate dhora amar pant ta, jeta kal rate ami pore chilam. Ami obak hoye bollam, “amar ei pant ta tor kache ki kore elo?”\nPorokhonei boner pa ta amar mukher pash theke uthe gelo, ar neme elo tibro jore, abar amar gaaler opore. Koek muhurter jonne chokhe ondhokar dekhlam ami. “choto bonke kivabe somman korte hoy abar vulr geli lengturam?” ami boner dan choti pora payer tolay ekta garho chumbon kore bollam, “vul hoye geche provu. Tomar ei lengtu gadha take khwama kore dao please.” Bon pa tule arekta lathi marlo amar mukhe. Eta onek aste. “amar dayar sorir. Tai ebarer moto toke khwama kore dilam lengtu. Ne, ebar ei obosthay amar hat theke pant ta neoar chesta kor. Kintu suye suye nite hobe . ekdom uthbi na.”, ei bole bon pant ta amar hater nagaler modhdhe dhorlo. Ami haat barie pant ta nite gelam. Bon omni pant ta amar haater nagaler ektu opore tule dhorlo. Fole ami matha ta olpo tule pant ta neoar chesta korte gelam. Ar bon amar matha take or choti pora dan pa die mejher songechepe dhorlo. Pant ta akhon amar haater theke matro 2 inchi opore. Fole ami chesta korte laglam matha ta ektu tule haat uchu kore pant ta neoar. Ami joto matha uchu korar chesta kori bon toto aro jore amar matha mejher sathe chepe dhore. Mejhe ar boner payer majhe pisto hoye amar mathay byatha korte laglo. Opore khuk khuk hasi sune bujhlam bon amar humiliation khub enjoy korche. Ami joto matha uchu korte chesta kori bon toto jore or pa die amar matha mejhe te these dhore. Sei songe o or chotir tola amar gaal ar thoter opore ghoste laglo. Boner kache amar ei humiliation kano janina, boner sathe amio enjoy korte laglam.\n“ki re lengtu, ato niche rekhechi tor pant ta ,tao nite parchis na?” amar thoter opor ghoste thaka boner chotir tolay chumbon kore bollam, “na provu. Ami ekta opodartho lengtu gadha. Kichui parina.” Sune bon ho ho kore haste laglo. Ektu pore hasi thamie bollo “ki bolli abar bol.” Ami bollam, “Ami ekta opodartho lengtu gadha. Kichui parina.” Sune bon abar ho ho kore haste laglo. Sei somoy ma ese dhuklo ei ghore. Amar mukher opor choti pora pa rekhe ek haate amar pant ta dhore bon ke darie thakte dekhe ma bonke jiggasa korlo, “ki korchis tora?” bon golata bachchader moto kore bollo, “dekho na ma, gadhar pant ta khater tolay pelam. Nijer pant khater tolay fele amar lengtu gadha ta pant haranor jonne amar opor dosh dichchilo. Tai oke ektu shasti dichchi.”\nAmi ma ke bollam na je pant ta bon e lukie rekhechilo. Borong, mayer samne boner choti pora payer tolay chumu kheye bollam, “khwama kore dao bon. Ar kokhono erokom vul korbona.” Bon amar mukher opor rakha pa tay vor baralo, tarpor ba pa tao amar mukher opor rekhe uthe daralo amar mukher opor. Amar mukher opor choti pora paye darie ache amar bon, tao mayer samnei ! ma dekhte laglo, kichu bollo na. pray 2 min amar mukher oporduto pa rekhe darie roilo amar 3 bochore choto bon simi. Tarpor neme darie bollo, “ja, ebarer moto toke khwama kore dilam lengtu. Erpor erokom vul korle toke lengtu kore bedhe rekhe amar school er sob meyeke deke ene dekhabo. ami bollam, thik ache provu. Ami abar lengtu gadhar moto vul korle amake ja khusi shasti dio tumi. Ei bole boner choti pora paye matha thekie pronam korlam.\nTags bon pujo, cfnm, FAMILY FEMDOM\nDui didi ( vijay & khoka )\nAj theke 5 bochor ager ek siter bikel. Ami tokhon class 8 e pori. Amar ma bairer ghore amar dui didir ferar jonne wait korche. Amar bordi amar theke 5 bochor er boro, ar chordi 3 bochorer. Mayer hate chabuk, mukhe gamvirjo. Chhordi school ar bordi college e jawar nam kore bari theke berie saradin bondhuder sathe ghure katieche. Mayer ek bondhu didider aj film hall e dekhe ma ke janieche. Amar monta besh khusi khusi chilo. Amar ma sob byapare didider pokkho nito,karon baba okarone devorce deoaay ma didider besi dekhte parto. Didider sob aporadh khoma kore dito ar samanno karone amake chabuk marto, Didider dieo chabuk marato amake. Didider hate chabuk khawa chilo aro voyanok. Karon ma marle aste marto,kintu didira chilo onnorokom. Mukhe nisthur hasi jhulie amon jore jore chabuk marto je amar buk ar pither chamra uthe rokto porto. Ami chitkar kore uthle jekono ek didi choti pora ekta pa amar mukher opor rekhe amar mukh chepe dhorto,jate ami chitkar korte na pari, tarpor abar chabuk chalate thakto dujone mele. Ma sofay bose hasimukhe dekhto didira chabuk mere amake adh mora kore felche majhe majhe didder sikiye dito kivabe aro jore chabuk mara jay. ma hasto ar dekhto ,jokhon kono didi marte marte hoyran hoye bisram nito tokhon ma ese chabuk marto. kokhono kokhono tin jone eksathe chabuk marto . majhe majhe didider bandhobi ra eseo amake jore jore chabuk mere jeto. sudu tai noy chabuk khaoar por ami jokhon oggyan hoye jetam tokhon amake sobay tule niye giye jongole jhopjhare fele diye asto. sara rat ami jonggole oggan hoye thaktam ar kath pipre amake sararat dhore kamrato. ebar asol kothay asi..\nDidira golpo korte korte ghore dhuklo thik 4.30 tay, ghore dhuke maake chabuk hate ovabe bose thakte dekhe oprostut bodh korlo ektu. ‘ki hoyeche ma?’ bordi jiggasa korlo. Ma gomvir chokh duti tule takalo didir dike, ‘kothay giechili tora?’ didira vuru kuchke obak haoar van korlo, ‘ school e,ar kothay jabo?’ ma tokhon bollo ‘miththa bolisna, basanti toderke dekhche film hall e,dupur 3 tey.’ mayer jerar mukhe didira aboseshe dosh swikar korlo. Ma gomvir golay bollo ‘onek hoyeche toder.you need punishment now. Raja edike ay. Amake ki korte hobe? Didira ghorer ulto dike matha nichu kore darie ache. Ami egie gelam mayer dike.ma chabuk ta amar dike egie dilen. Ma amake die didider chabuk marabe naki aj ? Ek advut anondo amar snayutontro die kosh theke koshe chorie porte laglo.ato anondo ami jibone kokhono paini. Ma bollo, ‘ja,chabuk ta nie chordir hate de.’ar bordike bol arkekta chabuk ante. didir hate debo kano? Ami prothome bujhte parlam na. Tobu proshno korar sahosh pelam na. Egie gie chabuk ta amar chordir hate tule dilam. Didi chabuk ta hate nie mayer dike proshne vora chokh nie takalo.\nma egie gelo didider dike,boro didke bollo ja almari theke arekta chabuk niye aay. Ar chotoo didir pashe darie didir mathay alto kore hat bulie takalo amar dike, “didir payer samne hatugere bos.” ami obak hoye gelam mayer kothay. aj to didira apradh koreche.tao amake kano didir samne hatugere boste hobe? maake proshno korar sahosh pelam na. school er sada shirt, neel skirt ,sada moja ar sada sneaker pora didir payer samne hatugere boslam. ma didir mathay haat bulie bollo, “voy peye giechili naki?’ didi totokhone voy katie utheche. mayer dike takie hasimukhe bollo, “ektu.” “dhur boka meye. tui vul korechis aj kintu tai bole ki keu meyeder shasti day naki? meyera vul korle shasti neoar jonne to chelera ache. toder ichcha hole tora nischoy jekhane khusi ghurbi, cinema dekhte jabi. tobe kotha de,amake bole jabi.” didi matha nere bollo, “thik ache ma”. ma egie ese ebar sopate amar gale ekta thappor marlo. “ki vebechili tui janwar? didike chabuk marbi? chele hoye jonme meyeder gaye hat dibi?” abar ekta thappor porlo amar gale. khwama cha, didir paye matha rekhe khwama cha, ma sopate lathi marlo amar buker pashe. nijer durvaggoke ami biswas korte parchilam na. chele hoye jonmechi bole didir aporadher shasti amake nite hobe, tao abar didir kachh theke? ebar didi kaner pashe lathi marlo amar…” ki re janwar, mayer kotha kane jachche na?” didir kothay hosh firlo amar. ami badhdho cheler moto didir sneaker pora payer opor matha namie dilam. didir sneaker er opor chumbon korte korte bolte laglam , “please khwama kore dao didi.” ,jodio kon aporadh e shasti pachchilam bujhte parlam na. emon somoy bordi elo, hate ekta chamrar chabuk. ma dui didir mathay abar hat bulie bollo, “janwar tar aj 13th birthday mone ache to? amon ekta birth day present de oke jeta o sarajibon mone rakhbe.” didira bollo, “thik ache ma, janwar take amon shasti debo je er por theke o amader dekhlei amader samne hatugere bose amader paye chumu khete thakbe.” ma gie abar sofay bose porlo. ami tokhono amar chordi sreyar juto pora paye chumu kheye jachchilam.\ndidi juto pora dan pa ta tule amar mathar opor bolalo ektu, tar por mathar opor sojore ekta lathi mere bollo, “soja hoye so janwar.aj toke amon sikkha debo je sarajibon amake dekhe voye kapbi tui.” ami tokhon e kapchilam voye. soja hoye sulam didir kothay. didi sneaker pora dan pa tule amar mukher opore rakhlo, jutor tolata amar sara mukhe ghoste laglo. didir jutor tolar moyla amar sara mukhe lege jete laglo. ami chup kore didir payer tolay suye didir kora aporadh er shasti nite laglam didir e kach theke. didi hothat jutor tolata amar nak ar mukher opor sojore chepe dhorlo. amar naker futo bondho hoye gelo didir payer chape. ami mukh khule olpo olpo nissas neoar chesta korte laglam, amar jiv didir jutor tola sporsho korte laglo barbar. didir chabuk hothat sojore neme elo amar buker opore, ar eker por ek chabuk mere chollo didi amar buke.amar pran tokon jay jay ovosta. prothom chabuker barite buk fete rokto porte laglo. edike ma bordike bolche tuio mar priya. bordi bollo “darao ma age amar sob bandhobider call kori, sobai mile chabuk marbo. sreya tui o tor bandhobider call kor.” choto didi bollo “fantastic idea, ami oder sobaike dakchi. tui totokkhone oke chabuk mar, jore marbi. bordi choto didike vengchi kete bollo “toke sekhate hobena ami jani kivabe chabuk marte hoy. Choto didi sreya ek ek kore sob bandhobike call kore bole dilo, tarpor dekhi makeo bollo ma tumi paser basar anty ke dak dao na . ma bollo good idea. tarpor choto didi amar buke choti pora pa rekhe amar sara gaye chabuk marte laglo. uuuuuuuufffffffffff ki je jontrona amar . eto jore chabuk marchilo amake didi, amar mone hochchilo ami oggyan hoye jabo. ebar choto didi amake bollo upor hoye sute ebar pithe chabuk marbo. ami badhyo hoye sulam sathe sathe didi amar matha ta pa die mejher sathe sokto kore chepe dhore pithe sopat sapat kore chabuk marte laglo. oooooffffffff mone hocche ami more jabo. ami bolte laglam -didi ar maris na. didi bolte laglo ekhonoto surui korine aro onek sasti baki ache. edike didider sob bandhobira aslo. Chordi sreya eri moddhe 100 gha chabuk mere feleche . ma sobaike ekta kore chabuk dilo. amake bollo –“ki khoka, didider chabuk marar khub ichcha na ? ebar bujhbe ki moja . didider marte cheychili ekhon h kotogulo didi eksathe toke marbe sojjho korte parbito,? dekh kemon lage.” hotat paser basar anty ghore dhuke make bollo ki didi daklen keno? ma sob bujhiye bollo anty ke. anty r hate arekta chabuk diye bollo- nin didi suru koren. anty bollo thik ache didi aaj oke emon chabuk marbo je o meyeder dekhle tader paye chumu khete thakbe tar aage daran or hat pa gulo age sokto kore badhen tarpor mathay ekta kalo kapor diye or mathata dheke din jate or kostota amra dekhte na pari. or kosto dekle kintu ar chabuk marte icche korbena . ma ar sob didira mile amar hat pa valo kore badhlo. ebaar amar mukhe boro didir ebong choto didir duto kore nongra moja vore dilo, jate ami chitkar korte napari. ebar mathay kalo kapor poriye dilo . tarpor ami kichu dekhteo parchina kichu bolteo parchina. hotat ma bollo ebar maren ebong sob didider bandhobider bollo -ne tora sobai marte suru kor. pray 15 ta didi ebong ekjon mayer boyeshi anty amake chabuk marte laglo. ooooffffff vogoban jeno ei jondrona kauke na den. ki osomvob jontrona amar pithe hochchilo ami mukhe bole bojhate parbona. Amar mukh badha, fole ektuo chitkar korte parchina. eksathe 4-5 ta chabuk amar pithe porte laglo . ar amar mukher opor somvoboto chordi tar juto pora dan pa ta rekhe amar mathata mejher sathe chepe rekhechilo. ekta chabuk porte naportei arekta chabuk amar pithe ese porte laglo. ami choke kichu dekte parchilam na tai ondhokare jar pa pacchilam tar pa dhore khoma chacchilam. amar hat badha, tobu jora haate ekbar hoyto nijer didir pa dhori arekbar hoyto oder bandhobider pa dhori. kintu ora amake aro jore mere chollo amar opor bindumatro daya na dekhie.chordi amar mukher opor theke pa ta sorie nile ami matite gorate laglam, hat badha chilo bole jekhane chabuk porche sekhane hat bolateo parchina. meyeder hater jor eto besi age jantam na. ora sobai amake marche ar pasaner moto hasche . edike amar roktakto sorir ar oder chabuk sojjo korte parchena. amar matha ghurte laglo . erpor ora chabuk chere suru korlo lathi mara. Oder juto porapa amar pet, buk, gola mukh, sorbotro achre porte laglo. Ami jontronay kapte laglam. Chordi erpor amar chokher badhon khule dilo. Oder lathi mara ami tokhon sposto dekhte pelam. 15 jon didir juto pora pa amar dehe eker por ek aghat korte laglo. Chordi amar dan haater talute juto pora ba pa ta rekhe dan pa die amar mukher sorbotro lathi marte laglo. Or mukhe ki sundor ekta hasi ! ei obosthateo amar mone holo sotti ami vaggoban, eto sundor ek didir choto vai hote pere. Chordi thamle bordi amar nak ar kopale lathi marte laglo or kalo boot juto pora pa die. Chordi amar thoter opor lathi mere bollo “ jiv bar kor janwar.” Ami amar jivta jotota parlam ber kore dilam. Ar chordi amar ber kore deoa jiver opore nijer dan sneaker er tola ta muchte laglo. Bordi tokhon amar kopale lathi march ear didir bandhobira buke ar pete lathi marche. Amar ei jontronar modhdheo kamon ekta odvut valo lagte laglo. Ami sundori chordir jutor tolar moyla gile khete laglam. Dan jutor tola poriskar hoye gele chordi or ba jutor tolao amar jive muche poriskar korlo. Erpor bordi ar didider sob bandhobirao eke eke amar jive jutor tola muche poriskar kore fello.ekjon jokhon amar jivke paposh hisabe byabohar korchilo bakira tokhon amake lathi marchilo. pray 2 ghonta lathi marar por ora sobai santo holo .\nerpor amake didider sob bandhobira vengchi katte laglo . etojon sundori meye amake jiv diye vengchi katche eta amar khub valo lagte laglo. tarpor choto didi bollo tora oke aro mar . ami tokhon choto didir forsa pa duto dhore didir jutor opor chumu khete khete bollam -didi amake ar maris na ami ar parchina. ami kromagoto didir juto pora paye chumu khete laglam. didi amar mathay ekta lathi mere bollo “marbo jokhon bolechi tokhon marbo”. ei bole didi abar amar mathar opore pa rekhe sopat sopat kore chabuk marte laglo amar sara gaye. ami chitkar korte laglam sathe sathe boro didi amar bichite sojore ekta lathi marlo. Ami ekbar jore chitkar korei chup hoye gelam. Bordi besh moja pelo, amar bichite abar ekta lathi marlo jore. Ami jontronay gungie uthlam. Didir ek bandhobi ektane amar pant ta khule dilo. Bordi amar nunur opor or juto pora dan pa ta rakhlo. Uttejonay amar ongo totokhone chotfot korte suru kore dieche. Chordi amar mukher opor juto pora dan pa ta rakhlo chabuk mara thamie. Ami chordir jutor tolay pagoler moto chumu khete laglam. Bordi amar nunuta juto pora pa die amar peter opor ghoste laglo.\nmone mone vabte laglam je didider eto valo bastam sei didira amake evabe poshur moto marlo. Othocho ki aschorjo kharap lagar boodle amio ei ghotona enjoy korchi. Amar opore darie thaka dui didike amar vogoban bole mone hote laglo. didider proti voktite mon vore uthlo amar. vogobaner kache prarthona korte laglam he vogoban, amake evabe mere didider Jodi kono oporadh hoye thake to amar didider sei oporadh er sasti amake dao. oder khoma koro, amar somosto punno er fol didder dao. Ghor vanglo dui didi amar ga theke pa tule sore darate. Ora bandhobider bollo. Ne.. tora ebar kichukhon lathi ar chabuk mar. sob bandhobira abar chabuk marte laglo amar sorire. osomvob jontrona korleo monta valo lagchilo hotat boro didi ese choto didike bollo , janwar tar bichite lathi mere dekh, darun lagbe. Choto didi hasi mukhe egie ese amar barar opor juto pora ba pa ta rekhe daralo kichukhon. Oder bandhobira tokhono chabuk marche. Ar didir jutor tolay amar jounango uttejonay kapche. Hothat chordi pa ta tule nil oar boooom sobde or ba pa amar bichir opor achre porlo. Muhurte amar uttejito jounango kukre choto hoye gelo. Ami jontronay gongate laglam. Chordir sundor mukhe hasi chorie porlo ar or ba pa abar amar jounanger opor hingshro sikarir moto achre porlo. Chordi jokhon thamlo tokhon ami pray ocheton. Chordi amar mathar kache ese amar mathay juto pora pa bulie ador korte korte bollo, kamon laglo sona bichite amar lathi khete?” ami didir jutor tolay garho chumbon kore bollam, “ valo legeche didi.” Amar jekhane khusi jokhon khusi joto khusi lathi mero tumi. Tai sune bordi rege gie amar mathay lathi mere bollo chordi toke joto khusi lathi marbe ar ami sudhu dekhbo? Ami border boot jutor tolay chumu kheye bollam “na didi, tumio joto khusi lathi mero amake. Tomra dujon e amar kache vogoban.” Tai sune ora sobai haste laglo ar abar suru korlo lathi mara. Amar deher sorbotro 15 jora payer lathi achre porte laglo. Oder modhdhe keu keu chabuk o marte laglo amake.\n. ma mukhe nisthoor hasi jhuliye atokhon amader dekhchilo. Hothat uthe giechilo ektu aage, fire elo haateekta jolonto lohar rod haate. Ma ekta ruber handle die ota dhoreche, onno dikta uttape lal hoye geche. Didir bandhobira tokhono amake pasaner moto chabuk mere jacche . didira sobay haste laglo mar haate groom rod ta dekhe. Ma ese amar golar opor pa rekhe daralo. Chordi ese amar hatduto pichmora kore bedhe dilo.\nbordi bollo ma taratari ota die chheka dao vaier buke, ota thanda hoye jacche to. Ma tokhon lohit topto rod ta dhore amar buke r majh khane lagiye dilo . uuuuffffffff ki jontrona ami chitkar kore uthlam maaaaa……… ar edike didira hasche amar ei obostha dekhe . pray 8-10 second lagiye rakhar por ma rod ta tullo dekhlam amar buke cheka lege ache . osojjo jontrona hocchilo kintu hat dudike badha chilo bole norteo parchina. eibar boro didi bollo eibar or asol jinis ta puriye felbo . choto didi bollo asol jinis ta ki didi ? boro didi amar bara ta hate dhore bollo eta . choto didi hese bolo keno didi eta keno purbi? boro didi bollo eta diei to cholera jugjug dhore meyeder opor ottachar kore asche, tai.. eta ache bolei chelera meyeder disturb kore. Tai eta purie deoa uchit. Sune meyera sobai haste laglo. choto didi bollo thik bolechis tui didi ar age amio or buke ekta cheka debo mayer moto .janowar tar sikkha hoyni akhono, aro dite hobe. Bole chordi mayer hat theke rod ta nieamar buke cheka dilo. Uuuuufffff ! ki jontrona ! amar chordi ato nisthur kano ?\npray 10 second por rodta tullo chordi . bordi bollo “eibar or barata puriye felbo amra. rod ta aro gorom korte hobe sreya tui etake gorom kore anto totokkhone amra oke chabuk mari.” ami tokhon kadte kadte border pa jorie bollam didi amake maf kore dao ami ar kono din oporadh korbona. tomra ja bolbe tai korbo\nplease eta puriye felona. kintu ma o boro didi amar kothay kornopat korlona boroncho aro jore jore chabuk ar lathi marte laglo. onekkhon por ma bollo hare priya, sreya ekhono aschena keno dekhi cholto. ei bole chabuk duto mejhete fele dujone amake vengchi kete chole jete laglo. jaoar somoy dujoneamar mukhta pa die parie gelo.. kichukkhon por abar tinjon ghore dhuklo . hate utopto lal lohar rod . ei dekhe ami boro didike bollam didigo amake maf kore dao . didi bollo chup kor janowar tor kono khoma nei. toke sasti petei hobe, aro kothin sasti debo. ami mone vablam ses asa tukuo roilona . edike choto didi tan tan kore amar barata dhorlo . ma o boro didi rod ta hate nilo tarpor baratar kache niye elo. kache antei roder gorom vab amar baray laglo. ete bujhte parlam rodta khub gorom . ektu porei ma o bordi rod ta amar baray lagiye dilo . ma o didira hasche ar ami jontronay chitkar korchi. kichukkhon por rod othalo ma , kintu boro didi abar nije eka rodta dhore amar barate lagiye rakhlo. ami moron jontronay chitkar korte laglam. ar ma o didira haste laglo tai dekhe\n. boro didi 1 minute por othalo rodta . ebar ma rod ta niye abar amar baray valo kore chap diye lagalo ar amar baratake sara jiboner jonno nosto kore dite laglo. ma ebar rodta uthalo bara theke . ebar boro didi abar rodta hate nilo ar amar baray cheka dite laglo. boro didi ottonto jore chap dite laglo . utopto lohar rod amar barar mangso puriye feleche onekta , tarporo boro didi lagiye rekheche rodta . amar bara pure pora pora gondho ber hocche. pray 2 minute por boro didi rod ta tullo. dekhlam amar barar samner dikta ekebare pure geche. ami kadte kadte boro didike bollam “didi ami tomar golam hoye thakbo sara jibon amake chere dao please. tomar paye pori.” kintu didi amar dike pasaner moto takiye bollo “bollam na kono khoma nei . kothin sastir jonno toiri ho janowar.” edike choto didi rod ta abar niye amar baray cheka dilo. ami abaro chitkar kore uthlam. didira abar haslo. eibar boro didi amar baratake dekhe bollo eta ekhono valo vabe poreni, etake aro puriye felte hobe . ei bole boro didi choto didike bollo aro valo kore chap dite. bole abar ranna ghore gelo. edike choto didi amar barate rodta lagie rekheche ar procondo jore chap dicche. ami tokhon more jacchilam. kichukkhon por boro didi ekta bottle niye ghore dhuklo . bottle ta hocche borof jol er. Amar barar opor aste aste thanda jol dhalte laglo didi. Pure jaoa barate borof joler sporshe ek odvut aram pelam. Klanto abosonno dehe pure jaoa jounango nie oggyan hoye gelam ami. Tarpor ar kichu mone nei amar.\njokhon gyan firlo tokhon takie dekhi ami jongole jhop jharer majhe pore achi. Akashe purnimar chand snigdho alo chorie dichche. Dure sona jachche ki ek naam na jana nisachor pakhir daak. Ami sara dehe onuvob korlam osojjho byatha. Bisesh kore jounange. Amar jounango ta pure kalo hoye geche. kath pipre ghurche amar saradehe, amake kamracche jotokhusi. ami uthe boslam. Ga theke pipre jhere barite gelam. Siter rate charidik tokhon soshaner moto nistobdho. Bari gie dekhi dorja vitor theke bondho. ami knock korlam onekkhon keu uthe dorja khullo na. janala diye dekhi ma o dui didi govir ghume mogno. gaye mota kombol . ami didike daklam “didi o didi” kintu didi ghumiyei royeche. baddhyo hoye baire rat katate hobe amake, ei probol site, chabuker aghate kete jaoa ovukto sorir nie, khali gaye. Ar ghorer vetore norom bichanay dami komboler tolay ghumachche amar sundori dui didi. baire ami seete thok thok kore kapte kapte vabte laglam je didi der ami eto valobastam sei didira amake okarone eto boro sasti dilo. Kintu aschorjo, didi der opor amar ektuo rag holo na. didider ei aram ar amar probol kosto kono oggyato karone odommo ek such dite laglo amake. Didider proti keno janina probol vokti hote thaklo. vablam didira amake jotoi sasti dikna keno ami didider valo basbo . ami mone mone bolte laglam didi amake aro keno sasti dilena . please amake chabuk ar lathi marte marte mere felo ekdin. amai tomader pobitro payer lathi khete khete morte chai .ami janalar samne giye dekhi boro o choto didir mukhkhana. boro maya holo, ki sundor amar didira ! eto sundor didider hate chabuk khaoa, payer lathi khaoa kon vaier bhagge ghote . tai didider mukher dike cheye mone mone bolte laglam – didi tumi sudhu amar jounango kano, sara sorir purie dileo ami tomake pujo korbo debir moto. Ma, tumi didider oporadher sasti sob somoy amake dio .\nTags cfnm, FAMILY FEMDOM, FEMDOM, violent