Life is more dramatic than drama 6.30 AM It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed. Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying...
***Sorry the other parts were short, I forgot writing feels longer than reading. I hope this is longer. Part 3 of the series. Enjoy!*** ***** Today is my 18th birthday. I'm so excited. Not for any earthly ideas of adulthood, though yes, that is one of the rites of turning 18 on my planet. Today is the day I plan to court Viki. Ever since my hormones kick...
Part 2 Dublin: present day At dinner, Ida told Craig some about the meeting with Professor Sherridan, although not the discussion of her other idea. Throughout dinner and the evening, her mind kept returning to the sexuality of a Woman centered culture. She imagined that somehow the men would learn to be better lovers, but how? A class? Lessons. She giggle...
Bru Na Boinne: present day Ida and Craig left the monument and returned to the hotel for breakfast and a quick nap. The morning was grey and overcast and so the night had been a total bust. Ida's dream was still in her mind. It had been an odd dream but the subconscious works in funny ways. She was already thinking about the implications of her insight for...
Trying my hand now at an Old-Young story. I want to develop this further to include a relationship with the mother as well in a subsequent chapter. ***** During the IT boom of the late eighties and early nineties, most mid-to-large companies in the US out-sourced their IT work to India based technology firms. As a Senior Account Manager for one such firm,...
This story was inspired by a recent trip to New Grange, located near the Boyne River in Ireland. The monument there dates to the Neolithic, or early Stone Age, around 3000BCE. The valley, known as Bru Na Boinne in Gaelic, is a fertile area, and the river teems with fish. Archeologists consider the monument to be a "passage tomb." There is a tunnel about 30 f...
Aakash Ganga All characters indulging in sexual activities in this story are above the age of 18. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people living or deceased is just coincidence. To all of you who have appreciated my earlier stories,I wish to express my sincere gratitude for your votes, comments and feedback. This story is written differently...
From then onwards, Muthusamy would go along with his mother in law every morning for his massage and bath. Every day she would massage his prick and balls and bathe him. After the first few days, there was some visible improvement. This went on for some time. Meanwhile, their nightly sessions went on almost every day. Then one morning Ramu and Ponni heard...
My name is Eemli. I live on a different planet than Viki. Our worlds are extremely different, but I have a feeling Viki is from mine and doesn't know it. Here is the evidence that supports my theory: 1: Her hair isn't an Earth human's red. It's vibrant, almost glowing. On someone of her beautiful black complexion on Earth, even a "normal" red is extremely r...
My name is Viki. I'm a bit of a loner, which is hilarious because I come from a huge family. You ever feel alone in a crowded room? I think that's a song lyric. Anyway, a little more about me. I'm 18, short but stacked, as they say. I'm not model skinny, but my stomach's flat. I'm a 38D with hips to match. I have smooth, brown skin, curly dark red hair, gol...