The Black Ford Fiesta, screeched to a halt in front of the station, on that sunny Friday. The station was pretty crowded as usual, preparing for the weekend. Adjusting her hair and makeup, Ashwini turned to pick the bag from the backseat. A purse was already hanging on her right shoulder. Manohar shifted the gear to neutral, and waited for his wife to get do...
Author's Notes: This story is about a relationship between a mature woman and a (frankly) old man. Although some erotic encounters took place between them, readers looking for quick, "fast & furious" action will probably be better off looking elsewhere. Readers looking for a good story will, I hope, find this one enjoyable. Readers who find menstrual sex...
As Meera jogged back towards the house (her every morning ritual) she saw her son Raj running out towards his motorcycle, he was again going to be late for school she thought as she waved him goodbye. Despite the jogging her mind kept drifting back to yesterday's event's, as it was still sinking into her what an whore she'd been but also how happy she felt...
Both the mother and the daughter hugged each other as Kamila asked, "Mom, I want to ask you something?" "Hhmm! I sensed it. What's bothering you honey?" "Did I hurt you in some way or the other by being flirtatious with Manish?" Neeta was surprised by that question. She didn't know her daughter was thinking in that way. "Now, what made you ask that? I am...
Author's Notes: Lots of readers have urged me to write about what happened between Shyam & Savita when he asked her to scrub his back. So, here is the story... *** Kajal lay cuddled in Shyam's arms once again, having mopped herself off of all their combined love juices. "Shyam Bhaiya..." She whispered in his ear as she felt him stirring. "Hmm?" He resp...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ***...
The next day, taking the half day Neeta went to Ajay's rented house, as he told her that it will give them more privacy. Neeta was a little saddened with the way Ajay was living in a very small hoarding. Even the location was a downtown habitat. But she didn't in anyway reject any of her sexual favors to the handsome instructor. Ajay noticed the way she did...
Author's Notes: I counsel patience to readers who are keen to quickly get to the juicy, "action packed" parts of my story. While I will eventually get there, my main purpose is to tell what I hope is a good story. Conversations that took place in Hindi and are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar...
Author's note: This is the last episode of this series. I have decided to end it here & move on. I am grateful for the encouragement I have received from my readers. *** Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off...
I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may fi...