Chapter 03: Another Step Towards Womanhood The contrast was obvious to Binita. Every single time her husband Pritam drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non --muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men s...
Sheila spent much of the afternoon and evening alone on her balcony, smoking and staring into the distance. Her husband could not figure out why but then Sheila went through these phases and he let her be. He had no way of knowing how dramatic and faraway her thoughts were. Actually, not that far away. Her thoughts were on the young woman Binita next door,...
I was born in a middle class family where cash was always short of requirements and married to a man who said he was working as property dealer but did not earn a dime so my demand of all luxuries of life were unfulfilled. I also longed for gold, good perfumes, good dresses but then money was not there. My father in law although not rich could make a house...
Note from author: In the first two chapters, I have attempted to lay the foundation for the story proper. I have introduced Nidhi, and also the conditions which will influence her actions and decisions. If I have appeared a little aimless and wayward, it is so that certain uniquely Indian aspects of the story do not end up confusing and hindering the flow of...
My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my...
Chapter-10 The day passed like a dream. Imran was thoroughly confused and I enjoyed it immensely. For a straightforward person like Imran, his life was strictly divided between black and white or better still as right and wrong, my cryptic one-liners like 'I don't love you' etc simply proved devastating. He would look at me and say, "I know you love me but...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** In Part 3 (Unbridled Lust), I wrote about how Malti the teenage-age daughter of Vivek's servant Mangesh was ripped after by me and Vivek. After emptying myself inside Malti's ass, I pulled out - tired, drunk and satiated - and grabbed my pants and walked to the room where m...
Mera naam hai Kishor Magani. Mein tis sal ka hun. Mein aur meri patni Gujarat ke ek gaanv men ek nabalig jamindar ke trustee hein. Ye hamari khud ki kahani hai. Jab mein chhota tha tab ham bahut garib the. Pitaji ke paas chaar paanch bigha jamin thi. Do saal ki lambi bimari baad pitaji mar gaye tab mein solah saal ka tha. Mein aur meri vidhava ma akele rah...
My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my...
It was the 15th of January 2013. Mrs. Vimala Nair was celebrating the grand opening of her own housing complex, "Prem Nivas Housing Complex" which was actually not built by her own money, but by the huge amount of alimony she got from her ex-husband, the industrialist Mr. Premachandran Nair. Mrs. Nair was a pure Kerala beauty, with a face of an angel and hai...