"Jagdeep, wake the fuck up, we've got work in an hour," Sagal Warsame said, and the young Somali Muslim woman shook her partner's shoulder, then slapped it. The sting of the shoulder slap caused Jagdeep to bolt awake. Jagdeep sat upright on the bed, still wearing those ridiculous Superman pajamas that she swore to Sagal that she'd get rid of...when they firs...
Anita was bored. Her husband was always working and there were only so many days that she could sunbathe without being getting restless. Now her brown skin was glowing after days in the sun and the beaches of the south of France were beginning to pall. She began to sunbathe nude on the balcony where she could stroke herself, amuse herself, thinking of her ad...
Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. H...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned: expect to find mistakes. *.* Next to Dauber's General Store in Great Oak, Texas was a small dirt alley. Someone had placed a fat log, nearly tw...
My name is Dr. Kshama (pronounced "Shama" -- the "K" silent. It means "Beautiful Queen" in Hindi) V. V. (the middle names comprise no less than 44 letters!) Patel (as common in India as "Smith", "Jones" or "Johnson" are in your Western societies.) I am half Turkish and half Indian, born in Istanbul on the 24th day of March in the year 2042, my family having...
Meditation Mount "What about a picnic?" Emily whispered. Guru Sri Sri Shanti was droning on about the soul being a flower that opened when the light of the Vedas shone upon it. Emily was bored because she knew a lot more about the Vedas than Sri Sri Shanti aka Joseph Poplowitz. "I've had just about enough of this." She murmured to Susan, who sat next to h...
Everybody in this story is over eighteen. You should be too! Perhaps it will only make real sense if you have already read 'Fenella's Feelings' – an 'exhibitionist' story. Fenella takes up her own story:- My experience in the shoe-store, when the original, male, assistant wasn't around, and a pretty young girl helped me try on a pair of high-heeled, sexy b...
It happened when we were in Bombay (Now Mumbai) in Colaba area. Summer in Bombay is very humid. The people leaving in the flats are upper middle class. Air conditioners were not very common then. It takes time, particularly for new arrivals, to get adjusted to the high humidity of the city. Sweating carries it's own ailments in the form of itches. I am bushy...
Copyright 2004. All rights reserved. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Chapter 1. Natasha Wagstaffe stepped out of the taxi in front of the hospital where Cleo worked. She sniffed. It was hot. After the coolness of the cab the heat hit her hard. She could feel a dribble of sweat run down her spine. Dallas, a city in a desert. Her brother,...
I am going to reveal one of the most exciting experiences of my life, which I never disclosed to any one before. Even though I am 38+ now, I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36c), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, alth...