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I just found out my Mom and Dads Suhagraat pics, clicked on old style Kodak Camera Reel One...

Just was searching for some documents and it was found hidden inside Moms old purse wrapped in plastic.

I was kinda blank watching them.. Pura Mind Fuck ho gaya...

BC lekin dekhne main Sexy lag raha tha and Maza bhi aaya...

Ab jab bhi unn images ke baare main sochta hu BC horny ho jata hu...

Most of the pics were of sensual poses (in clothes) and Kissing..

Though no nudes but watching those expressions and innocence of 1990's make me hard...

Rangeen thi unki bhi jawani!!!

There are some conversations that don’t stay as memories…
They sit somewhere heavier. Unfinished.

This happened a few years ago. I was 26.

I was on one of those anonymous chat platforms—the kind where people don’t come to talk… they come to consume.
Faces don’t matter. Names don’t matter. Even words barely matter.

You match. You skip. Repeat.

That night, I matched with someone. We both skipped instantly.

A few seconds later—we matched again.

She didn’t skip this time.

She was sitting nude with Boobs oozing out open sized 32 with erect nipples and brown areola. Little Hairy pussy. Chubby Stomach. Dusky Skin.

I was laying on my back with laptop webcam focusing on my chest and hard dick with oil all over it to make it smooth and shine.

Just body visible no faces.

I asked the usual question, almost mechanically:
“Are you underage?”

She said, “No. 18. 12th boards aa rahe hain.”

And something about that didn’t sit right.

Not wrong. Just… fragile.

I asked her why she was there.

There was a pause. Then she said:

"Woh chul hoti hai na… jisko sab mana karte hain… bas wahi karna hai."

It didn’t sound bold.
It sounded… honest. And a little lonely.

She told me most people there didn’t even try to talk.
"Sab bas bolte hain—do this, do that… jaise main insaan nahi hoon."

That line stayed with me.

Because she wasn’t angry. She had already accepted it.

She said most dickheads used to bark orders saying "Teri chut main hair brush daal, bottle daal, chuchi ko kheench etc." without understanding the vibe what other person is comfortable with. All talk and fuss. Game Over in 3 Mins.

I asked her what she liked and what she wanted to do?

She said she didn’t know what she liked. Didn’t even know what to ask properly.
"Bas confusion hai… aur questions hain."

So I told her, “Pucho.”

And then she did.

Not in a rushed, chaotic way—but slowly. Carefully.
Like someone opening doors they weren’t sure they should.

She requested for the Private Chat window and I accepted.

She asked about her body. About what’s normal.
About attraction. About why certain thoughts feel wrong but don’t go away.
About guilt. A lot about guilt.

What is Right and should she continue doing this? She said all this while playing with her Boobs and spreading her legs.

I was also simultaneously massaging my dick. I complimented her for the pair of sexy Boobs she is carrying. I told that I have never seen such a great pair of an 18 year old. She is indeed blessed for such a nice asset.

Somewhere in between… the entire space we were in stopped mattering.

It wasn’t that kind of conversation anymore.

It felt like sitting next to someone who had never been allowed to ask questions… and had finally found a place where no one knew her name.

At one point she said,
"Mujhe lag raha tha main galat jagah aa gayi… but I’m glad I stayed."

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Because she was in the wrong place.
But she wasn’t wrong for being there.

There’s a difference people don’t talk about.

She admitted she felt guilty. Not because of what she did—
but because of what she thought.

And that hit harder than anything else.

I told her something simple:

"Curiosity galat nahi hoti. Bas duniya usse galat bana deti hai."

And also—
"Trust mat karna easily. Yahan log insaan kam… intention zyada hote hain."

There was a long pause after that.

Then she said quietly,
"I feel lighter."

Not happy. Not excited.

Just… lighter.

She said "Agar bura na mano toh main please kapde pehen lu. Bahut Thandi lag rahi hai". I asked her "Kahan se ho?" and she replied Delhi. The temperature was around 12 degree Celsius of Delhi at that time. I laughed out loud and told her please wear immediately.

We spoke a little more after that. About her exams. About random things.
She shared that actually she had seen her parents having sex and was having curiosity from that scene what it is all about in real terms.

Normal conversation felt strange in that space.

Then I had to leave.

I told her I was going and just said one thing to be sure of no matter what you will not share any details about yourself or your face to any random stranger on websites like this and she agreed upon that.

She said,
"I’ll miss you."

Not dramatically. Not emotionally.

Just… like a fact.

Just when I thought the conversation was ending… she said something unexpected. "Ek last request hai… can I see your face? At least I’ll remember you. I trust you and I will too show my face too."

It caught me off guard. Because the one thing I had been repeating the whole time was—stay anonymous.

I laughed a little and asked her, "Mujhpe itna trust? Itni jaldi?"

There was no hesitation in her reply.

"Aap hi ho yahan… jo jis intention se aaye the, woh side mein rakh ke meri baat sun rahe ho. Mere questions… jinhe main shayad kisi aur se kabhi pooch bhi nahi paati… unka answer diya aapne. Itna toh trust banta hai."

I didn’t have a comeback for that. Because it wasn’t dramatic.

It was simple. And real.

Before I could even process it—she turned her camera to her face.

And for the first time, she wasn’t just a voice or body on a screen.

She was real.

A simple, sweet face. Innocent in a way the internet usually doesn’t allow.

Wearing glasses… looking like someone who should’ve been worrying about her exams—not questioning herself in anonymous spaces.

There was something unsettling about that contrast.

I just said, "You’re beautiful. Boards pe focus karo… you’ll do really well."

And then came my turn. I shouldn’t have. I knew that.

But some conversations… lower your guard. Make you trust your instincts more than your rules. So I gave in.

Turned camera to my face.

For a few seconds… two strangers, who were never supposed to know each other, just… existed in the same reality. No usernames. No masks. Just faces.

And that was the end of it. We said Bye and boom Disconnected.

No names. No contact. No way to ever find each other again.

Just two anonymous people—
one exploring curiosity, the other accidentally becoming a safe space for a while.

Sometimes I think about her.

Not in a romantic way. Not even in a nostalgic way.

Just… I wonder if she found better answers.
Or just louder voices.

The internet is a strange place.

Sometimes it shows you the worst of people.

And sometimes—
it quietly shows you how much people are carrying, without ever saying it out loud.

By the way she had scored 96% in her pre-boards exam. Indeed she was a Cute Nerdy-Scholar.

Hope where she is now, doing good in her life...

Many times we have seen questions about a Male perspective for a Women physical attributes..

Females do reply :-

In a Male (in Realistic Terms not Fantasy) how would you prefer in terms of physical attributes?

1. Body Type

Lean Fit

Body Builder

Natural Slim

Natural Body with a slight Tummy

Chubby Body

Fat Body

or any other preference

2. Also how you prefer to have areas like Chest, Arm Pits, Intimate Areas - Shaved, Trimmed or Hairy?

3. Beard, Stubble, Clean Shaved

4. Circumcised or Uncircumcised

5. Ideal Length and Grith of Dick (Considering Indian 😜)

I know vibe and understanding is another part but focussing question only on Physical Attributes

How do females like, think, judge and what turns them on?

Be Realistic not Fantasy World...

Hey Indians / Desi's share your experiences of Flingster / Shagle / Dirty Roulette... Let's rationalise the Indian Public Behaviour and optimise the factors..

Yaar, main ek Finance Pro hoon. Numbers, Excel sheets, aur compliance. Yahi meri duniya thi. But recently, I stumbled into something so wild, so nashila, ki mera chain kho gaya hai.

Mera ek purana dost hai (proper brocode wala). Usne do sisters ka tax return file karne ko bola. One is married to a rich Baniya guy. Last minute kaam tha, load bahut tha, par "bhai" ke liye haan bol diya.

Jab bank statements khule, mere hosh udd gaye.

₹45 to ₹50 Lakhs every month. Tax haven accounts se.

Maine poocha source kya hai, toh husband ne ignore kiya. "Brand collab hai, bas return file kar aur tax bacha. Home loan chahiye, papers clean hone chahiye." Fees itni "handsome" thi ki maine zyada dimaag nahi lagaya.

Par curiosity... woh toh maut hai na?

Maine research kiya. Source trace kiya.

Chamet aur Tango.

Virtual sex apps. Jahan log tokens aur coins ke badle "anything" dekhne ko taiyaar hote hain.

Tab mujhe realize hua... main in sisters se mil chuka hoon 2 saal pehle ek Client Place pe jahan woh Friend deployed tha.

Proper South Bombay elite girls. Elegant. Innocent faces. Classy.

Par screen ke peeche? They were absolute goddesses of desire.

The Married One: Saree mein bilkul "sati-savitri" lagti thi, but that 36-26-36 frame... it was built for sin. Screen pe usne woh saari elegance utaar fenki thi. To see a "respectable" married woman losing herself, her body arching for the camera, her breath heavy as the tokens poured in... it was a psychological hit I wasn't ready for.

The Younger One: 34-25-36, sharp features, and an innocent face that hides the most depraved confidence. Woh screen pe aise khel rahi thi jaise usey pata ho ki har dekhne wala uska ghulam hai.

Maine jab apne dost ko bataya, woh sirf hasa. "Bhai, isiliye toh tujhe chuna. Tu handle bhi karega aur ye raaz tere saath hi rahega."

But honestly? Ab mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha. Main unke tax adjust kar raha hoon, unki wealth manage kar raha hoon, par mere dimaag mein sirf unke uninhibited moments chal rahe hain. Woh seductive voice, woh sweaty, raw performances...

Tax toh save ho gaya, par meri neend udd gayi hai. Unke "innocent" faces ke peeche ka woh voluptuous sach mujhe sone nahi deta.

Ab mujhe unki fees nahi chahiye. I want them to perform for me. I want that private session jahan koi camera na ho, sirf reality ho.

Finance ki audit toh bahut ki hain, par aisi "body audit" pehli baar dekhi hai. Kya karun, unprofessional ho jaun?😂🥵🤤

Yaar, main ek Finance Pro hoon. Numbers, Excel sheets, aur compliance. Yahi meri duniya thi. But recently, I stumbled into something so wild, so nashila, ki mera chain kho gaya hai.

Mera ek purana dost hai (proper brocode wala). Usne do sisters ka tax return file karne ko bola. One is married to a rich Baniya guy. Last minute kaam tha, load bahut tha, par "bhai" ke liye haan bol diya.

Jab bank statements khule, mere hosh udd gaye.

₹45 to ₹50 Lakhs every month. Tax haven accounts se.

Maine poocha source kya hai, toh husband ne ignore kiya. "Brand collab hai, bas return file kar aur tax bacha. Home loan chahiye, papers clean hone chahiye." Fees itni "handsome" thi ki maine zyada dimaag nahi lagaya.

Par curiosity... woh toh maut hai na?

Maine research kiya. Source trace kiya.

Chamet aur Tango.

Virtual sex apps. Jahan log tokens aur coins ke badle "anything" dekhne ko taiyaar hote hain.

Tab mujhe realize hua... main in sisters se mil chuka hoon 2 saal pehle ek Client Place pe jahan woh Friend deployed tha.

Proper South Bombay elite girls. Elegant. Innocent faces. Classy.

Par screen ke peeche? They were absolute goddesses of desire.

The Married One: Saree mein bilkul "sati-savitri" lagti thi, but that 36-26-36 frame... it was built for sin. Screen pe usne woh saari elegance utaar fenki thi. To see a "respectable" married woman losing herself, her body arching for the camera, her breath heavy as the tokens poured in... it was a psychological hit I wasn't ready for.

The Younger One: 34-25-36, sharp features, and an innocent face that hides the most depraved confidence. Woh screen pe aise khel rahi thi jaise usey pata ho ki har dekhne wala uska ghulam hai.

Maine jab apne dost ko bataya, woh sirf hasa. "Bhai, isiliye toh tujhe chuna. Tu handle bhi karega aur ye raaz tere saath hi rahega."

But honestly? Ab mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha. Main unke tax adjust kar raha hoon, unki wealth manage kar raha hoon, par mere dimaag mein sirf unke uninhibited moments chal rahe hain. Woh seductive voice, woh sweaty, raw performances...

Tax toh save ho gaya, par meri neend udd gayi hai. Unke "innocent" faces ke peeche ka woh voluptuous sach mujhe sone nahi deta.

Ab mujhe unki fees nahi chahiye. I want them to perform for me. I want that private session jahan koi camera na ho, sirf reality ho.

Finance ki audit toh bahut ki hain, par aisi "body audit" pehli baar dekhi hai. Kya karun, unprofessional ho jaun?😂🥵🤤

Yaar, main ek Finance Pro hoon. Numbers, Excel sheets, aur compliance. Yahi meri duniya thi. But recently, I stumbled into something so wild, so nashila, ki mera chain kho gaya hai.

Mera ek purana dost hai (proper brocode wala). Usne do sisters ka tax return file karne ko bola. One is married to a rich Baniya guy. Last minute kaam tha, load bahut tha, par "bhai" ke liye haan bol diya.

Jab bank statements khule, mere hosh udd gaye.

₹45 to ₹50 Lakhs every month. Tax haven accounts se.

Maine poocha source kya hai, toh husband ne ignore kiya. "Brand collab hai, bas return file kar aur tax bacha. Home loan chahiye, papers clean hone chahiye." Fees itni "handsome" thi ki maine zyada dimaag nahi lagaya.

Par curiosity... woh toh maut hai na?

Maine research kiya. Source trace kiya.

Chamet aur Tango.

Virtual sex apps. Jahan log tokens aur coins ke badle "anything" dekhne ko taiyaar hote hain.

Tab mujhe realize hua... main in sisters se mil chuka hoon 2 saal pehle ek Client Place pe jahan woh Friend deployed tha.

Proper South Bombay elite girls. Elegant. Innocent faces. Classy.

Par screen ke peeche? They were absolute goddesses of desire.

The Married One: Saree mein bilkul "sati-savitri" lagti thi, but that 36-26-36 frame... it was built for sin. Screen pe usne woh saari elegance utaar fenki thi. To see a "respectable" married woman losing herself, her body arching for the camera, her breath heavy as the tokens poured in... it was a psychological hit I wasn't ready for.

The Younger One: 34-25-36, sharp features, and an innocent face that hides the most depraved confidence. Woh screen pe aise khel rahi thi jaise usey pata ho ki har dekhne wala uska ghulam hai.

Maine jab apne dost ko bataya, woh sirf hasa. "Bhai, isiliye toh tujhe chuna. Tu handle bhi karega aur ye raaz tere saath hi rahega."

But honestly? Ab mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha. Main unke tax adjust kar raha hoon, unki wealth manage kar raha hoon, par mere dimaag mein sirf unke uninhibited moments chal rahe hain. Woh seductive voice, woh sweaty, raw performances...

Tax toh save ho gaya, par meri neend udd gayi hai. Unke "innocent" faces ke peeche ka woh voluptuous sach mujhe sone nahi deta.

Ab mujhe unki fees nahi chahiye. I want them to perform for me. I want that private session jahan koi camera na ho, sirf reality ho.

Finance ki audit toh bahut ki hain, par aisi "body audit" pehli baar dekhi hai. Kya karun, unprofessional ho jaun?😂🥵🤤