Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...
Hello everyone. I tried to use a little Cajun in this chapter (a very little) LOL. But here is a translation as such: Coo-yon=foolish, stupid Mamere= Grandmother Gree Gree= a curse put on someone Ga Lee= an expression of astonishment This is the longest chapter I have written so far. It seemed to write itself and I am excited to start the next one, the...
It was late the following morning. Jennifer was lying on her back, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, making no sound at all. Even when Peter spoke, it was as though she was deaf, as she didn't react. Her eyes showed no brief gleam of recognition and she didn't answer. The surgeon ushered Peter out of the room as the nurse prepared Jennifer for surgery. On...
WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other...
About 90 minutes before we were scheduled to land, I was awoken by a slap on my arm. "Hey! Wake up!" It was Jenny. "What?! Shit! What's goin' on?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes. She stood over me. "Whatcha doin' up here in first class?" "Oh...uh...nothin'." She smiled. "Liar. You fucked her, didn't you?" I smiled back. "Who?" "That JLH look alike....
I know I have not posted anything in a very long time, so to anyone who has enjoyed other stories I have written, this is just a build up to a companion piece I am writing, so please don't hesitate to vote, or leave me comments, and maybe if you leave notes, or send me feedback, you may se it in the upcoming story. Thanks * Dear lord: I am before you a...
This is the fifth chapter in a story about a hooker from Miami Beach who met and married a very special guy. He thought she was just a college student. Her secret fear, a fear that sometimes ruled her life, was that her husband would discover the dirty little secret in her past. April fifteenth! It was over! Finally it was over. All of us had been busting...
There was no other way to describe the scene in my apartment than utter mayhem. My living room was in shambles, one brother on the floor totally incapacitated, the other being choked out by Tariq and me Pa was wielding a baseball bat and shouting obscenities. I had to intervene. I ran in screaming; "WAIT! DADDY WAIT! LET ME EXPLAIN!" It took me twenty minu...
Carla Evans loved the feeling of her needy, horny little cunt being filled by the big, thick strap-on. She felt so full and packed, she felt like such a woman. How silly had she been in waiting for so long to surrender her precious virginity? Why had she fought it for so long? Sex was wonderful, sex was fun! Over the past three months, she had discovered hap...
Ok well I am actually doing this entire story over. After reading the comments, getting discouraged and quitting all together, I've decided to give it one more chance. I've took every comment, negative and positive and made changes. I figured out my problem. I know what I want to say but I'm trying to get it all out at once, making the story seem jumpy. My m...