How was your SUHAG RAAT?

[amal]

Suhag raat is a very special night. So how was your first night, write something spicy.

[nandini]

tujhe saale tips chaiye ya siraf cheap thrills

[Robinhood]

Originally posted by amal
Suhag raat is a very special night. So how was your first night, write something spicy.

Which one?

[amal]

Jo aap ka dil kahain

[amal]

kis kis se pyar keia

[laal_langot]

Pai mere next tu bolegaa the spicy recipe you wrote I have to give it the benefit of doubt.....can I have a look at the replay??

[amal]

Please give some thrilling tips about suhag raat. In India lots of people do sex for the first time on that night, give them some tips to make that night full of fun.

[echarcha]

Originally posted by amal
Suhag raat is a very special night. So how was your first night, write something spicy.

Hello amal,

I think the Suhaag Raat is a very private and should be kept between the couple. SO please dont expect nro ask for something spicy from eCharchans.

If you wish to read titillating details of others' sex lives and have online masturbation, there are better sites than eCharcha,; which you can refer to. Thanks!

[aryaputra]

amal

this is echarcha.com & not eporn.com

[isaac]

amal..
its nothing new now a days about suhaag raat.people do it before wedding too.want any tips.tell me

[ShivSainik]

Originally Posted by isaac

amal..
its nothing new now a days about suhaag raat.people do it before wedding too.want any tips.tell me

Bhaiya amal ka amala bhi ho gaya. Uska bacha sikha raha hoga abhi Suhag rat usko aur tu abhi aya

[dirty]

Saala no one has given a straight reply. Jeez Indian are such prudes man !

[dirty]

Originally Posted by echarcha

dirty,
Here is a straight reply - We ******.

Good answer but it took six years for someone to come with a straight answer .





Anyways my straight answer ...........We did not .

We were too tired after reception. Constatnt standing up and sitting down on a throne ( Not ECpai type ) specially made for newly weds killed my legs.

[tantric_yogi]

I am no prude ... so here is my first time spiced story of fateful night ... hope Amalbhai will do the honors and share with us his own Suhagrat experience ... Mastram style. I see him logged on all the tem.

Let me first set the scene ... I was about 12 or 13. Used to travel from Andheri to my school in Sion. Got on the train at Andheri and changed the trains at Mahim to take small gauge train to Kings Circle. I always traveled in Ladies comprtment cause I was beautiful and skin as smooth as makhan. Ladies did not mind cause they thought I was one of the sister in Pants. Now cut the crap ...

On this fateful night ... finished with school ... I boarded Andheri bound train at Mahim station. I had hardly sity myself down when all women sitting in front of my seat shrieked in horror and fainted mouth wide open. Women sitting elsewhere heard the commotion and came to help fainted women and fainted too. Somone pulled the chain and hawaldars came in ... one hawaldar fainted too. Anyway ... compartment was empty except for me by the tem train left the platform.

All through the trip to Andheri I sat emotionless wondering what happened ... did I do something wrong? I was so confused.

Couple of minutes before train was to arrive at Andheri ... I reached down to get school thela lying on the floor between my legs. Shit ... bloody shit ... my "thing I peeed with" was out and dangling like broken spring. In shock and horror ... I realised what had happened ... my pants zipper got broken somewhere before I boarded the train at Mahim and women saw "thing I peeed with" and fainted in horror.

In an instand moment ... I was filled with remorse and sadness. Why God why ... out of 500 million Indians you had to equip me with this ugly monster? Am I going to spend all my life with 500 million women fainting at mere sight of this ugly thing dangling between my leggs. What did I do in previous birth to deserve this punishement? Why God why?

Confused and sad ... I threw school thela in waste basket and started wandering the streets ... I wandered and wandered and wandered. I must have wandered for hours ... by the tem I regained my senses ... there I was standing on the top of Mahalaxmi bridge. Even in the darkness of night I could see rail pattri for miles. I had just made a compartment full of women suffer the fate no woman ought to ... all because of this ugly thing I "peed with". As if I was not miserable enough ... on the left of bridge I could see Dhobis sleeping in spoon position with (hopefully) their wives. I felt pity for myself ... God, are you going to deprive me of stri sukh all my life. God, I don't want to live this life. What kind of monster will make poor 500 million women suffer and make them faint in anguish.

In desparation ... a thought entered my mind ... Yogi, do you want history to judge you Indian Hitler? German monster killed millions of helpless ... Yogi made millions of women faint.

There was only one thing left to do as I saw a train approach the bridge ... I must end this now, I said to meself. I stood up at the railings waiting for the local train to come near enough so train driver got no chance to stop and deprive me of sacrifice to save women of fate worse than fate and deprive India of future generation of Indians.

Just as I was about to leap ... I heard a komal sensitive sound ... Ruko ... jo tum kar rahe ho woh paap he. Thahro mei aa rahi hoo. I looked toward the direction where voice came from ... I saw a young dhoban running up the stairs toward me. I decided to wait ... anyway there are trains every five minutes.

Young dhoban appeared shocked and spoke in broken english ... why are you doing this? you are a young handsome boy? did you fail in school? This is paap. I am always fust in class. Please don't stop me. Let me save the women of the world.But why?I cannot tell you. Its horrible story. Please go. I must sacrifice myself to save future generation of Indians. She held my hand ... I could see milk of kindness in her eyes ... she wanted to save me not knowing it was women like her I was trying to save. No. I won't let you do it. Tujhe meri kasam ... tell me what is your problem and I will help you. Nobody can help me ... I am a monster. I see no Rakhshasa ... all I see is handsome young boy. You don;t see the monster cause its hidden in me ... its so ugly that women faint at its sight.You are so stubborn ... come with me ... my kholi is right there ... I will make you some massalla tea and we will talk. I had hurt enough women for one night ... railway compartment ... I did not want to hurt one more ... anyway what did I had to loose but few trains. Trains pass under the bride every few minutes. Ok. I will go with you but please promise me ... you will not ask me to show you this ugly monster hidden in me. She promised and learnt another lesson ... never trust a woman who makes promises.

Her kholi was a small windowless room ... one nice comfortable bed in the centre ... and her ghagra and cholis hanging on the rope ... a stove in one corner. She helped me sit down on the bed and got busy making me coffee.

I wondered ... why God sent this beautiful young dhobin for help? Na jane kis roop me shyam mil jaaye ... may be God sent her to help me. But how could she help me rid of ugly monster hidden between myt leggs? I wondered.

To be continued...

[dirty]

You got a thing for Dhobis ????? Good story though. Better than mahaboredom