Preface: When I discovered erotica on the internet over a decade ago, almost all the stories were written by Americans or Europeans. The few Indian stories were a mishmash of hurriedly described fantasies in bad grammar. The only exception was an author named Mary Jorsay Gandmar. The deliciously dirty Hindi pun in the name is indicative of her body of work -...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
(Everyone involved in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old and any similarity between this story and real life are a figment of your imagination.) Author's note: Sometimes it is hard to choose a category for stories. I chose "Mature" based on the beginning of the story. I hope you enjoy. *************************************** It was jus...
The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10. The Murdered Football Player series. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much ap...
This is the continuing story of a white wife and different men, most of them black. If you don't like interracial relations, don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please be one of the one-percent of readers who take a second to vote. Your comments and feedback are always welcome, although I can't always respond for privacy purposes. So...
This story is a submission for the Valentine's Day 2019 Contest. All names are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. © 2019 shptchr. * It had been a long time since I was excited for an upcoming holiday. For the past decade, they all seem to just roll on past me as if I didn't exist. It's a terrible thing to grow old and...
January 8-10, 1988 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
Note: This is the seventh chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-6, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader and stikiniki for helping m...
Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
I. Expecting the power to go off at any time, now, I'd finished the last of the document scanning to DVD. All the 'special' packages had been sent to California. The doorbell took me by surprise: as the town's new-minted pariah, the last thing I expected was a visitor. I got up from the table I was using for a desk, down the hallway, crossed over the spot...