Thanks to Motomaverick for editing. The story, characters, names and incidents are totally fictitious and it is not intended to insult or defame of any country, religion, caste, sub caste, society, family or even any person (living or deceased), if any similarity could be found in the story and the real life then it will be surely just a coincidence only. T...
I barely had any sleep that night, as my brain and my heart couldn't get to a conclusion between guilt, excitement, fear, doubts and a few other ghosts that were circling my bed. Looking at my wife of so many years lying by my side, I couldn't avoid feeling bad for having cheated on her, but if I closed my eyes and thought of Julie, my heart and my cock reac...
The computer screen strained Erica's eyes. Her chair creaked as she turned around to check once again for anyone still in the office. She'd offered to close up, and none of the other staff objected in the slightest. Cleaning staff would be in eventually, but she had time. This will end my career. Fuck, it might even put me in prison. The thoughts jangled a...
Interlude Hal floated in the white nothingness of his dreams. This time, he wasn't so confused. He had been here before, he knew, he just didn't remember. In lieu of memories, he had a sense of déjà vu. Instinctually, he focused his attention to the horizon, and a scene rushed into existence. He was standing in the shower in his father's house, steaming wat...
Sara had been at Oxford for six months when Hermann began to seep into her consciousness. His presence crept up on her, like water being absorbed into a sponge. At first it was only glimpses-the furtive exchange of eye contact from across the lecture hall, the accidental brushing of sides walking through a doorway. She would look up on the walk from her coll...
Hello all: The Moral Slavery Amendment Series will still continue: But this is a glimpse into the future of that world. The main series will be added to as well as this one if the reviews point in that direction. "Hurry up slave." The Man behind me grumbled, annoyed at my making it to the urinal a little before him. I would have finished before if not for n...
The Beautiful and Strong Ladies of Promise Valley The First 100 years The great Canadian Shield was and is an unlikely place to find utopia. The shield is eight million square kilometers that make up central and eastern Canada. The rocks are pre-Cambrian, among the oldest on earth, more than four billion years old. In the northern tundra regions the shield...
This short story requires some knowledge of tennis. Skip the next paragraph if you already know the game. For those of you who haven't followed tennis, love means zero. Points are scored as fifteen, thirty, forty, and then game. If tied, at forty, you have what's referred to as 'Deuce'. You must win by two points, so once tied, the next point winner is 'Adv...
Visits from Chelsea were eventful. Though it was the same event played differently each time, it never ceased to stick out, witnessing the futa get lodged in the doorway. Marissa had a stock of oil for that purpose alone, helping her friend get in. Once, she left her in the door and took a nap, tired of the routine, and came back to Chelsea still trapped. Su...
This story continues right after 'Clothes Are Not Dry Yet'. It can still be read as a standalone story with a short premise give below: Deepa is alone in her flat in Mumbai during the Covid-19 lockdown as all her flatmates have left for their hometowns. Circumstances lead her to stay naked for two days in the house and she gets into flashing the strangers w...