It was 2 weeks after the Indian women tested themselves against Anupama by trying to find out who could make her cum the most. (See the 2 previous stories in this series). I was driving a minibus with the 14 Indian women who were present then and now were the founding members of the Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club. We were on the way to evaluate an unu...
All Characters are above 25 years of age. I would like to thank my Editor William Bryan for helping me out with everything, Thanks so much! I hope you guys enjoy the story. ***** It was a warm humid day, Alika was on her way to work and was boarding the metro from Chakala station where she lived. She worked for a financial firm across town. It was rush hou...
The train had stopped at a dusty old station which seemed to have nothing apart from a few tea stalls. It was a small village station and not a place where the train should have stopped for longer than a minute but it had already been 20. I felt like standing and walking for a bit. I straightened my t-shirt and pyjamas. Anyone with keen eye would have been a...
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
Janet Kinsella was newly divorced and happily so. She had been married for 23 years, some happy, some not so, until she had found out that her husband had had a string of discreet but plentiful affairs. After confronting him, he announced that he found everything about Janet bland, nonsensical and boring. She had calmly packed his bags the following day whil...
Cassie's day couldn't get any worse, she had flown halfway around the world to see her boyfriend who was studying in England, and she had found out that he was sleeping with a girl on the same course. Needless to say she had packed her bags and walked out. So this was how she found herself walking alone through the streets of Leeds with no idea where she was...
Had a fun idea and just ran with it. This will probably be a one off. Hope you all enjoy. I looked up at the subway map and counted the stops. Ugh, 20 more stops to go... I started doing the math in my head as I twiddled with my black clutch that perfectly matched my black leather high heel boots. So like 5 min between each stop so like an hour to go......
You've heard the term "breathtakingly beautiful," right? You know -- the casual passing of someone who causes you to take a short, sharp breath at her beauty. Too often, it's a one shot, never seen again... geez, fantasy doesn't seem like the right word. Let me think about it. Anyway, this is a true tale about my chance encounter with one of those beauties....
On the day I called Victoria to tell her that beauty was not for sell, I did suggest I would loan her to her from time to time. Today was the first time. Victoria was hosting a "Ladies Only" weekend. I asked beauty if she wanted to attend. It took her about three seconds to answer in the affirmative. The weekend was a decadent weekend of lesbian love and lu...
On Sunday Miss White got a call from Dean Wilkins, asking her to meet again on Monday. Somewhat hesitantly, Miss White agreed, still uncomfortable with the whole situation but mindful of the leverage that the Dean had over her. Fortunately Kristin and Jenny seemed none the worse for wear after their encounter — though both of their asses were still sore, nei...