Hello Friends,Iam Madhumitha. I am a strange girl .
I desire to receive many more new experiences . Especially women shaved their heads to beat the desire to enjoy the view . It is happening in my life .
I 'll share with you my experiences, I learned of events . If you would like to share your experiences on anything with me .
namaste mathu.. Iam sajeeshsiva, from kerala. I want know more about you.sent to sajeeshsiva@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteI purchased the ‘Yantram’ & Precious stone, had made out rings & Armlets out of them, and bade my second on (Neel, my husband) to wear it. He refused. I scolded, then banged on his head. He agreed. I kissed him 100 times for his consent to wear those. All of my sex, my love to be in nude before male, my smoking, my alcohol, my wearing scanty & flimsy dress to allure male friends, my wearing exotic perfumes – all, all, everything would become my CURSE, my TOTAL LOSS, if something happens to this fool, this lovebird, this ever-trusting in my love – husband. I love him a shade too much to wish to outlive him, trust me.
ReplyDeleteIn late 2005, I had a mane of my usual raven black, thick & straight, mass of hair, cascading upto mid length, that is, some 3 or 4 inches short of my waist. My hair grows very fast – rather too fast for my liking, and I was fuming & shuddering in the heat of Southern summer, even in October.
I had not cut my mass of hair for 19 months now, 19 months & 12 days to be exact, after I had my last shiny head shave. This was because Neel wished that I change my looks for the next 1 or 1 ½ years, have an unruly growth of a crowning glory. Then on one fine morning I shall announce to our family friends, my boy friends/ girl friends, my mom, my m-i-l (last 2 over the phone) that their precious girl Mala Chatterjee is going to have a sequel head shave in the next 2-3 weeks. Then one day I shall go up to the swimming club (where there is the Best Saloon also – for both men & ladies- in the vicinity) together with a boy friend carrying a digital movie camera. Then – chop – chop – chop and off wish my hair once again, then sprinkling water on the head, applying Gillette shaving Gel – and thereafter….. no telling, friend – how much joy, relief, coolness, lightness, airyness – of the just shaved head. I keep writing ‘bluish’ shaven head because I have seen as did others – that even after a 4 time razored headshave, my head refused to be white, but remain bluish in nature, because of the deep roots of my shock of raven black hair. I must confess that because Lord Shiva above, has given me the bequest of raven black cascade of hair, that I dare face the razor any moment I feel like, because I am sure that this “RELIEF’ would not lat more than 2-3 months.
Thereafter I shall have to endure the hair once again.
ReplyDeleteI am Mala, Mala Chatterjee. I am 31 years. This is going to be our family story, about my elder sister Nandita (who is now 34 years) , her husband Tapan & her daughter (Moushumi), who is 18 years now. I often wonder at the back of my mind that in a family as orthodox as ours, a girl of 13 years had the courage & accept her mom’s love affair& eventual re-marriage at 34 years of age. It hjappened just two months ago, and Moushumi, rather took the side of her new Daddy, Sujit, who is younger than her mom by 1 year. Days certainly have changed. Of course, I too have unleashed sexual desire & have had the courage to go to bed with any which Man whom I cared for, but that was hardly at the cost of losing my dear cub, Neel, who is still crazy in my love just as I am in his, and whenever I chose to confess about my latest adventure to him out of my own, he only urged on two points :- 1. Please do not get pregnant by any other male than I, and secondly, please, please be sure before offering yourself to some less known man whether he carries V.D or HIV or Hepatitis-B etc., etc. Neel talks like a doctor, and I smile back at him. “Should I ask for a medical report before going to bed, my Lion, don’t you feel it is a spurt of moment.? This has become his regular sermon which I outwardly brush off, but inwardly thank my God Shiva from the very core of my heart that he has given me a husband who can see me beyond my sex, beyond my veiled self-entity of being a sex gourmet, and knows at his heart that after having sex with 100 males, his Mala will remain his, and only his.
What I was telling, was that my elder sister Nandita is truly a beauty, more of a beauty than I, and even at 34, she looks great. When she re-married at 32, she looked as if in her cute late 20’s. Such a serene & innocent face & form. Many says that she is a carbon copy of a South Indian Film Actress- Revathi, as she looked in ‘Darr’ movie.
Before she got married to a man (Tapan) whose feelings could be summarized to – going to office, Saturday drinking with friends (Not with Nandita amongst them positively), Sunday intercourse, & the rest part of the week – to bring down hoard of green vegetables & fish/ mutton/ chicken for Nandita to cook. He had money, he possess a cherishable Qualification & is a medium-ranking Boss in Office, but he translated his own meaning of life like this. Where Nandita was a girl full of dreams in her eyes, she loved costly cosmetics, costly make-ups & toiletries, intoxicating French perfumes, and dress-ups of different types, including sporting a pair of Jeans & a T-Shirt, to have a dramatic haircut to startle her close-ones & In-laws, etc. etc. She never was very much happy about her tress of silky cascade of hair reaching her waist. She liked to have a nice & short pixie cut in winter, or a real Boycut in summer, leaving 2 to 2 ½ inches of hair. But her husband never allowed her to touch a pair of scissor to her hair, - not that her hair meant a lot to him – but for the dry fact that after her proposed Boycut or even a short bob with undercut & shave of nape – Nandita would have looked exotic & extremely sexy, and that one of his office colleagues or any man of the locality may wish to have her as a friend, and thus, he may lose her chastity. He himself uttered this in front of me, his sis-in-law.
My sister Nandita (though she is my cousin sister in fact) often teased me like a sisster does every so often. I must introduce her to you, Mitha.
What I was telling, was that my elder sister Nandita is truly a beauty, more of a beauty than I, and even at 34, she looks great. When she re-married at 32, she looked as if in her cute late 20’s. Such a serene & innocent face & form. Many says that she is a carbon copy of a South Indian Film Actress- Revathi, as she looked in ‘Darr’ movie.
ReplyDeleteBefore she got married to a man (Tapan) whose feelings could be summarized to – going to office, Saturday drinking with friends (Not with Nandita amongst them positively), Sunday intercourse, & the rest part of the week – to bring down hoard of green vegetables & fish/ mutton/ chicken for Nandita to cook. He had money, he possess a cherishable Qualification & is a medium-ranking Boss in Office, but he translated his own meaning of life like this. Where Nandita was a girl full of dreams in her eyes, she loved costly cosmetics, costly make-ups & toiletries, intoxicating French perfumes, and dress-ups of different types, including sporting a pair of Jeans & a T-Shirt, to have a dramatic haircut to startle her close-ones & In-laws, etc. etc. She never was very much happy about her tress of silky cascade of hair reaching her waist. She liked to have a nice & short pixie cut in winter, or a real Boycut in summer, leaving 2 to 2 ½ inches of hair. But her husband never allowed her to touch a pair of scissor to her hair, - not that her hair meant a lot to him – but for the dry fact that after her proposed Boycut or even a short bob with undercut & shave of nape – Nandita would have looked exotic & extremely sexy, and that one of his office colleagues or any man of the locality may wish to have her as a friend, and thus, he may lose her chastity. He himself uttered this in front of me, his sis-in-law.
My sister Nandita (though she is my cousin sister in fact) often teased me like a sister does, that my mother allowed me to visit the Men’s Saloon each year, on the day the SUMMER VACATION Commended in our School days. I sat beside the men & boys thronged there for a haircut, and when my turn came, I ordered the Male Barber (very known to our family) to have my head, and ordered too, that the headshave mut be glossy & smooth like silk, and what was more – I must have a full 30 minute session of a tantalizing HEAD MASSAGE over my freshly shaven, silky smooth head. My mom convinced Dad that such head shaves would make my future hair more dense, black and the hair-roots would be more strong. My father conceded, but only objected to my having my hair shaved at a Men’s saloon – rather the barber should visit our home & do the shaving. My mother argued that he is a boy busy indeed in his trade, and Mala wishes to reach home bald on that very day. It was annual routine to me, Mala. I still recollect with secret pleasure, the moment I bent my head forward, sitting in the high-backed shabby chair of a country-side saloon for Men. I still dream of the stale weat, the stale perfume of the cheap talcum powder that hung loose in the air, the bidi fumes of men sitting at the back of my chair, all fascinatingly watching a girl of their vicinity whose family was respected by them all, to have her hair chopped off in totality, and then denuding her head, in awe and with equal respect. The last time I shaved my head before my marriage, was when I was 18 years, and was a student of our local College. The day the summer vacation commenced, I asked my mom for 100 rupees. This was more a token & implicit permission towards my headshave that day, than it was a mere demand for money. My Mom chuckled & smiled for one second, then asked me, -whether my lust for a shaved head would continue for more ? I said that even after my eventual marriage, I shall have a talk with my would-be-husband that I must be allowed a headshave every year. My Mom hardly knew that that afternoon itself, her dear daughter Mala is going to offer her virginity to a man almost unknown to her. But that later.