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memories of india about rajif

Meena — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 20:51:42 +0000

hi friends, i like to continue my story today about my time in india, and more about rajif and what happened in india during that time between us. my life in india was easy, we had servants who cleaned and cooked for us, if we liked, although everyone preffered my cooking whenever given the choice. i had everything i wanted, within reason, except excitement with boys, even talking or friendship was forbidden for me and other girls like me in india, who wereÂ from decent families. my father taught me from young not to beÂ a prisioner to material possessions, and heÂ learnt from his guru many things that would help him live a more spiritual existance. he would say these material Â things would be here long after we die, and we should spend our money on good food for our health, rather than weighing ourselves down with greed for material things. he was, and always will be a free spirit, and has an inner peace within himself, and great love for his family. he passed these skills to me and taught me to meditate and live a simple, uncomplicated life. so you understand how india offered me a happy and peacefull life, but little in the way of excitement and danger with the opposite sex. then along came rajif to tempt me and bring some danger into my life.Â rajif saw me regularly on my visits to the shops and often we sat and hadÂ pani puriÂ and talked. my girlfriend who i had known since i was very young knew my situation, and covered for me, making out we were together, when realy i was with rajif. after the months went by and the sun continued to burn the ground beneath our feet, one day he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me. i immediately returned the feeling, not knowing what it realy meant, or the impact it would have on him. i had made him the happiest man in the world, telling him i loved him, so how wrong could it be?Â i had not thought about the consequances or how my parents would view such a relationship. rajif was from a poor family and lower in caste, but i enjoyed being with him, i enjoyed the excitement and danger of a forbidden relationship, and when he touched me, i would shiver and get rushes, my heart would beat faster, and i would feel guilty, but something inside me wouldn’t let me stop. it was so far, justÂ innocent fun, and on rare occasions i would go to his family home. his mother lived there alone and was very old and frail through hard work. we kissed there and held each other close, but every half anÂ hour or so his mother would ask if we would like to eat or drink something. sometimes we were getting quite hot with each other when we heard a knock and had to stop what we were doing. i was secretly glad, as i did not feel ready for sex and certainly did not intend to lose my virginity before marriage, fearing my pottential Â husband and family would dissown me.Â at night when i was alone in my bed, i would think about rajif and play with myself before i went to sleep. i would get so wet thinking about what i might let him do the following day, but how far would i realy go?, and would i continue to have the self control that i’d had so far. i also had his mother as an excuse and reason not to let things get out of control. i masturbated myselfÂ each night, and had enough sexual stimulation doing this, along with the emotional needs i was getting from rajif, and fooling around in his room. i lie in bed one morning until late, it was so hot and i just lay on the bed naked feeling so horney, one hand stroking my breasts, the other hand playing with myself, using my fingers inside, i had my eyes closed and dreamed onlyÂ about rajif, not hearingÂ the knock on my door. the servant came in to make the bed and sawÂ what i was doingÂ but politely turned away. i stopped immediately,Â and felt so embaryssed. rajif was getting impatient and wanted to make love to me at his home, what could i do? what would i do? i didn’t want to lose him.

memories from india

Meena — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 21:02:01 +0000

i would like to share with all my friends some of my experiences in india when i was just eighteen years old. in india cooking is very important and my mother often sent me to the shops to buy vegetables and sometimes some extra for me to buy sandals and perfume. i always loved nice smells ans still do, india being so warm meant taking showers often and inbetween showers the heat would sometimes be unbearable, i,d be sweating from head to the soles of my feet, the sandals kept my feet cool and every girl wore them. there was one boy who would watch me as i walked past his group of friends, and comments would be made about my prety looks and sexy body, whistling sounds of approval and wanting me. i felt powerful but also very shy. one day the boy left his friends to come over to talk to me. he gave me chocolates. i was very nervous and being very shy became very tongue tired, just listening to what he had to say. he asked me if we could meet on the weekend, maybe go for a walk in the park, but i knew my mother would never allow this. i remember feeling hot and cold talking to him and even began to sweat too much. i made me excuses that i had to return home or my mother would be worried. he gave his number and asked me if i would call him some time. i said “maybe” and i then turned around and walked away. as i walked away iÂ was awareÂ that all his friends were watching me and probably undressing me with their eyes. i felt embaryssed and shy. i arrived home and my mother asked me if i had seen anyone, i of course said no. i never usualy lied to my parents and told my mother everything, from my first day at school to my first period, and my upset because of it and many other things. despite all this i felt i didn,t want to share this encounter with my mother, incase she and my father stopped me ever seeing this boy again, this boy who made my heart beat faster and gave me butterflies in my stomach. i must admit that i found him very cool, his beutiful dark eyes hypnotised me and i began to think about him all the time, i thought about calling him for a whole week and one day when the house was empty, i went into the kitchen to make tea and just stared at the phone. i decided to dial the number and after the phone rang a few times he answered and i said “hello”, but then my mouth froze and i couldn,t speak.Â i had never before spoken to any boy who wasn,t a family member or family friend, i was so shy and nervous but also excited as i flirted with danger. i did however hang up the phone but in doing so realised that he now had my house phone number because he called me straight back, but i didn,t answer. i don,t know why i didn,t answer as i wanted to speak with him, just didn,t know what to say. the phone rang a few times and then stopped. then i had a horrible thought, what if he tried again and my mother or father answered, what could i say? what would they think of me? not long after my father came home from his office. he asked me to make tea for him. i was worried and as i served my father tea and my eyes looked to the floor, he asked me if i,d had a nice day, and also if i knew where my mother was. suddenly then the phone rang and my heart seemed to miss a beat as my father picked up the phone and said “hello”.Â i was almost about to die when i realised that it was my mother calling to say she would be home soon. i thanked god and hoped i migt see that boy again so i could please ask him never to call my house line. next day i went to the same shopping mall and at the same time, expecting to see him and explain, but he was not there. i bought the items on my shopping list and feeling dissapointed started to walk towards home. just a few minutes along the road as i looked into a music store, i felt a tap on my shoulder, and as i turned around i saw him standing there before me. he asked if i was ok and also asked if i would like to have kulfi with him. it was very hot and i accepted saying that would be nice. we sat down and ate kulfi together, him not taking his eyes off me, and me looking into my glass as i ate the kulfi. i explained about the house number and my parents dissapproval at me having aÂ boyfriend, and he understood. i also apologised for hanging up the phone that time when i had called him, he just smiled and said no problem. he just stared into my eyes and told me how beutiful i was. i modestly said there were many more beutiful girls than me, but he wouldn,t agree. i was very flattered that such a good looking boy could find me so attractive. as the kulfi touched my lips with the hot sun burning through the shop widow, i felt like i was in heaven in the company of this boy and wished that time could have stood still, but after an hour i knew that i had to leave as i had promised my mother that i would help prepare the evening meal. we were going to be entertaining family and friends. i thanked him for everything and before i left he asked me if we could perhaps do it again, i said “yes” and that i,d had a nice time.Â i then went home as fast as i could and knew that i would be asked why i had been so long at the shops. when i arrived home i felt very nice and happy, but also very hot and sweaty, and so i undressed and went straight to take a shower. the cool water touched my hot body and i dreamed about the boy who i now knew as rajif. i felt excited as i thought about him touching me and holding me close. i began to tingle all over and as i stepped from the shower so wet i began to dry myself with a soft towell. i then went to help prepare dinner for our family function. that night we had a full house and i recieved many compliments about the dishes i had prepared, as well as compliments at my beutiful long hair i had dyed with henna. my sister had also painted my hands and i kept looking at the beutiful work my sister had done on them.Â some of the older guests said that i would make a great wife, and one man who was very respected in mumbai approached my father about an introduction with his son, who was a doctor. i didn,t feel ready for marriage to anyone and when my father asked me if i would like to meet him, i declined. i knew my father was dissappointed. i still loved to be around my mother and even slept in her bed with her sometimes when my father was away on business. i was still a young girl at eighteen and had been very sheltered, but i knew i was growing up, as i was getting more and more attention from men. i began to enjoy the men watching me, knowing that they found me very attractive. i loved to sing and dance and that night i danced all night and sang to our guests. i felt the eyes of some of the male guests upon me, looking at my developing body, my breasts, i was like a butterfly. i knew what they wanted to do to me and i was careful not to make eye contact with anyone, as my fathers eyes were never far away from me and what i was looking at. my father was very proud of me and still is, and both my parents have always loved me so much. i could never dissappoint my father and have always only ever wanted to make him happy. why then could i not stop thinking about rajif ?

i opened the door to another world

Meena — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:58:30 +0000

hi i,m meena. i am from india and from a loving family. i learnt to cook, like many indian girls, from a very young age. i now am an expert according to the friends i cook for. i love good food and fresh ingredients are so important. i like toÂ eat out sometimes if the food is tasty. i lived in india until i was twenty, when i came to united kingdom to study IT. i loved my life in india and enjoyed singing and dancing to indian classical music, which i still love to do. my dream is to make a record with me singing. i am told by many people who have heard me sing that i have a beutiful voice. i still attend classes and practice regularly. i loved the spiritial peace and feeling of happiness, that i had with my life in india, and the loving family that made me feel secure. why then did i decide to move to england? this is a question i often ask myself, now my work is as an escort. in my country amongst my loved ones this occupation would be frowned upon, so i must be discreet in the UK. i can,t say i enjoy my new occupation and want to do it forever, but there are clients that sometimes make my occupation easier and occasionaly fun. i have met many interesting and very nice men since escorting but i have also had some very bad experiences which have tested my faith in god. i have always been very spiritual and god fearing and never want to lose my faith in god.Â i decided to start escorting to help pay towards my carrear in singing and now the money i make goes towards an expensive life in the UK, eg.Â rent, studies, car etc etc. i began working for an escort Â agency in central london. many of the girls i sat with inbetween clients regularly took drugs and expected me to do the same, but i would never do this, and rarely even drink alcohol , well perhaps occassionaly the odd glass of wine that goes straight to my head!! i found it very difficult working around these type of girls who seemed to dislike the fact that i wasn,t the same as them. i did find one or two nice girls at the agency, one girl in paticular i got on with very well and thought i,d made a good friend. i went with her once to a party and it was very late, we had both had some wine and she kissed me and told me she liked me more than justÂ as a friend. i must admit feeling her soft lips against mine felt nice, and i just put my arms around her and felt her long hair and did enjoy the experience, but something told me that what i was doing was wrong. as her hand went under my shirt and held my breast, i removed her hand and asked her to stop. my heart was beating fast and i didn,t want to offend her but felt i had no choice but to stop this going any further. she told me she loved me and wanted to be with me forever Â but i told her i liked men and wasn,t this way inclined.Â we both went back to the party but after this experience our friendship was never quiteÂ the same. i decided to becombe an independant escort and set up my own website. i advertised in numerous newspapers and on the internet, spending lots of money to launch myself in the world of the female escort. i was now working for myself.Â iÂ was excited and even felt a sort of power and control in my life that i,d never felt before.Â working alone as an escort is not as exciting as i thought and answering the many calls andÂ seeing all types of clients, has not taken away the lonliness that i sometimes feel, being alone in a foreign land away from the people that i love the most. i always keep myself busy and try to stop myself thinking too deep, but sometimes i can,t help it and do think too much about my life, and then when the tears roll down my face and i feel so alone, i wait for the call that might bring that special person into my life and cheer me up.