"Honey?" he asked as we lay in the quiet darkness of our bed one night. "You ever think about other men?" I knew what he meant but I wasn't going there. "Think about them how, hon?" I asked. "You know--- sexually?" "Whatever made you ask that?" I replied. "Just something I read," he said casually. David, my writer-husband of eight years, is a voluminous...
There's a voice. Far away. Far away, but I'm floating. Floating on a very calm sea. "Can you hear me? Open your eyes if you hear me?" Everything's a blur, and my throat's raw. It burns, and that's all I can think of. I feel a finger pinching my left earlobe. "John? Wake up, John!" Open eyes reveal blurry light, indistinct moving forms. "How do you feel n...
Note: This is in continuation of the Indian Shy wife 2. Again it's a slow build but this is many times more adventurous than the 2nd part. * After few minutes I saw Angela coming to the front and behind her my wife, the moment I saw her full body, I got electric shock. My hard on was back and my imagination was travelling at light speed. She was standing...
"I didn't expect to see you up before noon." From his slouched position at the cherry oak kitchen table in Jean's leased house, Aidan squinted open one eye and scowled at his friend. He felt like hell. His head was pounding and he had the worst case of cottonmouth in recent memory. Taking in Aidan's disheveled state, Jean laughed good-naturedly. "Too muc...
"Good morning Sarah." I said as I strode through her office on my way to my own. Even as I passed her she was on her feet, note book in hand following me. It was five past nine on Monday morning, and I had just returned this morning on an overnight flight from London and was dog tired. The meetings had gone on much longer than I had needed or anticipated bu...
--- Don't take it serious. It might be metaphorical. --- * It was a typical Saturday morning for Lucas. He woke up disoriented and hungover. The ceiling he stared up at through a fog appeared familiar. It would have if he were actually staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't. He was face down on the coffee table completely naked. The only bright spot in t...
Even her name bespoke of a girl most guys would normally ignore: Ellen Goldfarb. It was a plain Jane's name at best, a hag's at worst. Ellen Goldfarb was no hag, but nobody would ever call her pretty, either. Instead, she got called names like zit queen, thunder thighs, four eyes. Actually, Ellen wasn't as bad looking as the class bullies made her out to be....
We all have sexual fantasies. Some are tame, others extreme. My favorite fantasy was the type that was almost in the realm of science fiction and therefore would probably never come true. Even if it could become reality it was a bit extreme, so would I even want it to come true? Often reality does not live up to our fantasies. Little did I know that in 5 mon...
I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...
The following story is fiction but it has a slim basis in fact. I once attended a freshman orientation session when a nun made the comment featured below about it being a shame that many undergraduates were making genital to genital contact with each other. The orientation was followed by a beach picnic but nothing like the one described here. Too bad. I wis...