oindrillas journey  starts

after we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh oindrillas journey  startsafter we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh oindrillas journey  startsafter we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh energy

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to be continued

the first story thats gonna shake you up

hello ladies and gentlemen here i start with my first story as narrated to me by a very voluptuous lady by the name of Oindrilla. she was a married lady when i met her and we had great sex numerous times. the best thing was that she had an insatiable appetite for cum. fuck her in any position you want to but she ensured that you always cum in her hot hot mouth. and how shamelessly , almost like a glutton she used to gulp it down, and the shine in her eyes was a clear indication that she really enjoyed the taste of cum. as she says” gorom tatka fydar theke tasty r kichu hoy na( there is nothing tastier than hot fresh cum)”.  if you had seen her she looked the simple saree clad bengali housewife. but yes she had an figure to die for and at the age of 39 she didn’t look a year older than 27. so after one torrid session which she finished of by draining out my balls in her hot mouth i felt like asking her.

“Oindrila its very starnge that you love cum so much. i have come accross so many Indian ladies but they just abhor the cm thing. how come that with your conservative background you developed a cum fixation.”


she cleaned herself up at the bathroom and put me down on the bed and lied down on me with her huge boobs resting on my chest.

“ok so here is the story”.


                           OINDRILLA SPEAKS


you are right that i do come from a conservative family and was married of to an even more conservative one. the only position my husband had ever fucked me is the missionary position. but his was a kind of wham bam thank you mam style and he never cared for my pleasure. in fact i was under the idea that sex was for the pleasure of the man only. however it was enough to get me pregnant and within one year of my marriage i had a kid. after that even that routine like sex stopped. my husband devoted all his attention to business. and i was left a lonely housewife and a full time mom. no joy no entertainment and no sex.


things turned when one day one of his cousin brother who was settled abroad came to Kolkata for a visit. he was the exactly opposite of my husband , funny carefree and yes very attractive . unknowingly i started to fall for his charms and he would talk endlessly about his works to me as there was no one else in he house. my husband too had given me strict directions to comply with his requests. he was a fashion photographer by profession.

one day as i was sitting in the verandah drying out my hair after the bath i the sunlight he came up to me and cried out.
“hold the pose boudi(sister in law)”

he ran and came back within seconds and started clicking me. I started to protest but he beckoned me to be quiet and still and kep clicking. suddenly he came a bit forward and held my chin with his fingers and adjusted my face as per his liking. i don’t know what happened but his fingers literally burnt my skin and i felt weak in the knees. after all it was the touch of another man for maybe the first time in my life, and the fragrance of his aftershave hit my olfactory senses like a bull in a china shop.

he started to click again and said “wow boudi you are a natural beauty and a natural model. i think i will make you the subject of my new session --- “the various shades of a bengali housewife.”

he stopped after maybe 30 to 40 snaps “would you mind modeling for me?”

i started hesitatingly “ you know your brother is so conservative , if he hears the word modeling.”

“ are boudi you are not going to pose in a bikini or any short dress . i need you to be in normal household saree dong your normal day to day work. i have the basic instruments for a mini studio which i can fix up today only and we can shoot you in the room only. don’t worry i will talk to brother and let me show you the pictures right now. follow me.”

i followed him to his room where he transferred is snaps from the camera to the laptop and started the slide show. i could not recognise myself. really i did look breath takingly fresh and beautiful, this guy really knew his work. it was time to get the lunch ready and he got busy setting up his lamps and shades .

my husband came home for lunch and on the able itself he brought up the topic. he reasoned he did not need a professional model but an ordinary housewife for his subject and did not want any outside help. he said however he would pay the usual model fees. my husband knew only money and he readily agreed as he was convinced that there will be no short or even any western dress will be used.

as he was just finishing the lunch  phone call came and my husband spoke tensely and excitedly . after he kept down the phone he exclaimed” my company has just bagged the most coveted tender and i will fly to delhi in the earliest flight and will be back in three days after sealing the deal. so pls pack my suitcase will you?”

I quickly got his essential clothing  and got them neatly packed in his samsonite bag. he left in a hurry and he said “ enjoy your modeling with Polash (that was his name) and went out the door.

                             TO BE CONTINUED

getting started

firstly let me start with the meaning and objective of my blog. the name goromfyada is actually two words - gorom means hot in bengali and fyada means cum in bengali. so my blog will concentrate on episodes which will include lots of hot cum and ensure that my male followers end up spurting out their hot cum, and off course my female followers will be made to ensure that their lovely cunts are duly filled up by exhaustive quantities of hot cum.


as i have told you i am not going to serve with the staple dishes. you will have to broaden your minds to enjoy my stories as they will be involving activities generally considered by society as taboo or perversion or even sickness. though i had to add a lot of my imagination but each story has an original true base and have mostly been narrated to be by people who might be sitting next to you at your office, at the metro or he might be your newspaper vendor.

inspite of projecting ourselves as a conservative society i found out that things indians are doing today can put the wildest perverts of the west to shame. so hold on to your cocks and dildos and start an unforgettable journey in to the real real dark and very very hot world of unexplored carnal adventures.

Just look at the gleeful expression of the lady as she watches the fyada spurt out of the cock she so lovingly licked sucked and jerked. She appeared so pleased that her efforts gave so much pleasure to the man.

introduction

hi guys are u tired of reading the same old hackneyed porn stories over and over. here is a blg which will refresh your pituitary glands