Roshni 04 -- Kinks Roshni refused to let winter affect her mood, or her dress sense. She gave her explanation to me one winter's day. "I love feminine clothes," she had said in reply to my amazement; the day had been wet with a wind that cut to the bone, but her outfit was a tight black singlet-top with jeans and boots. "Most of all I love clothes that ma...
Mumbai You have come to Mumbai. We decide to meet and go for a long drive to the Borivali National Park. We catch up on small talks about the weather, your journey my work etc. Suddenly we fall silent in the car listening to the music. Arrival I am driving the car with eyes riveted on the road. Your eyes however are fixed on me. Best chance to see me clo...
This picks up from where we left off last time. For those who came in late, check out Chapter 1. Mike ripped her black dress off revealing her pert tits. He grabbed it hard in his hand. “So how would you like to get fucked, you nasty bitch. How hard do you want my cock to fuck you.” Mike squeezed her left tit as he swooped down on he nipple, sucking it no...
Back in the 60s and 70s, there were businesses that sold merchandise that you wouldn't find in your local K-Mart. Items like incense, black-light posters and bootleg records, along with paraphernalia that was used in conjunction with herbs that created illegal smiles. It was during a rainy day that I ducked inside one of these places, mostly to get out of t...
Sweat was oozing from all her pores and the combat had lasted more than she thought ,Venkat had the energy, this was not new to her – she had seen lot of middle aged men having the stamina to fuck for long hours and multiple times, she knew it was time to clean up, they had been fucking for more than 14 hours now – without any letup, Venkat drilled her in al...
My name is Francesca Hardy and I live with my twin sister Bella in Milan. My mother separated from my English father Joe more than 30 years ago shortly after we were born and settled back in Manchester where he married again. We hardly wrote to Dad but we knew that he had remarried shortly after the divorce and had children from his new wife. Both Bella and...
This story was written in the style of many Bollywood crime dramas, with a lot of way over-the-top activities. It's all fiction and should not be taken any more seriously than the spirit it was written in. ..... It had been one of the most celebrated crime busts in local history, and for the department's highest ranking policewoman responsible, it was a ca...
It's the middle of nowhere in West Texas that Interstate 10 separates from Interstate 20. Nothing but highway heading in different directions and no sign of anything else manmade for miles around. that's where I saw one forlorn looking young man hitch hiking my way. I was traveling from L.A. to Houston on I-10, it was early evening and I still had about 6 ho...
My wife Sandra and me were estranged. I was a tough guy to live with especially my quirks and idiosyncrasies. I loved Sandra dearly though I realized that much after she left me for her army colleague. I hadn’t seen her for three years when I bumped into her and Captain John at the Chinese restaurant. She looked stunning. She was in a white mini-skirt and a...
I have received several letters from readers and some of them had asked me to write about “Miss Hairy Armpits 2003”. Instead I replied to them to send entries, which would meet the criteria, which include (i) hairiness and (ii) some sex involved. Here are the ten best entries. I have edited some portions of the story. My name is Alberto and I live in Milan....