This is the concluding part of the work 'Love is Not Blind.' While you could read this as a stand-alone story, for a better understanding and appreciation of this tale, it is recommended that you read the first part. All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 21 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons li...
Deepa answered the door and there stood her friend Sunita. She felt the joy that she always felt. This time however, she also felt trepidation. She had a million apprehensions- all focused on the lust that boiled over every time her friend met her father. This time she had plans to thwart any build up. Sunita greeted Deepa with a hug. It might have been Dee...
Nice South Asian girls don't do certain things, that's what conventional wisdom tells us. My name is Samreen Chaudhury and my friends call me Sammy for short. If someone told you that I'm a nice South Asian gal, I guess someone blatantly lied to you. I was born in the City of Calgary, province of Alberta, to Bangladeshi immigrant parents. My folks, Washim an...
This is a story of an erotic encounter that turns into romance. There are some twists along the way before the confrontational conclusion. There is a fair amount of sex in this, a lot of sensual foreplay, and many other moments of pleasure. I would like to give a big thanks to fellow author norafares, as she provided the inspiration for the female character...
Note to readers: If anyone is interested, take a look at the chain story Paperback Romance: in which you can find chapter 3.5 of My Life in a Year. It is Stephanie's day of this day below (make sense?). Enjoy and keep the feedback coming. * January 7th, 2005 Dylan was sitting in the breakfast room the following morning, going over the menu, even though...
"It's my life, dammit, I'll drink if I want to, fuck the damn rules," Sadaf "Sassy" Rahmani said haughtily, and with that, she yanked the cup of Alexander Keith's beer out of Sheikh Abeid's hand and chugged down a big gulp. The young Mauritanian Muslim gentleman looked at her and grinned, quietly astonished by what Sadaf had just done. The two of them sat in...
Ivory Carpathia was the sexiest little vamp in Transylvania. Everybody knew it. With her long raven hair, dark eyes, those luscious lips. Especially with that little trickle of blood she always had running from the corner of those succulent lips. It was really just a trick she did with lip gloss, 'cause everyone knows you can't leave a trickle of real blood...
1. The brown wooden door had a glass inset that distorted the images coming through it, like the ones used for shower doors or bathroom windows. It suited the second floor of the slightly run-down building on Mine St. The glass announced Therapeutic Massage in three inch black letters and underneath it said "Richard Dillon, MsT" Beneath Richie's name was "E...
When Omar Fasanmi was informed by his father, Senator Abdullah Fasanmi, that they were to be exiled from Nigeria, as a result of the former's staunch opposition to Nigerian President Muhammadu Bukari, and his regime, the younger Fasanmi thought it was a joke. Sure, as a member of the Senate of Nigeria the elder Fasanmi was well-known for his hatred of all th...
This is an old story that I had posted the beginning of in a couple of other places but it never got any traction. I'm posting here and will be finishing it. I hope you enjoy. * The sun had already started intruding from behind the curtains and Arden Trask knew that once again she had failed to slow the passage of the night. She was staying up later and l...