I didn't believe in fairy tales, in charming princes rescuing damsels in distress from unfortunate circumstances. I have never been that naïve. I also had trouble believing that there is good in the world, until somebody sent me an angel to save me. My name is Aradhana Christina Sharif, and I came into the world on February 4, 1989. I was born in the City of...
Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved h...
It seemed as if they were in a medieval torture chamber except that Pandey-ji's lounge on the top floor of the Tata Centre had been rigged up for a very benign but ambitious purpose. Pandey-ji had been very keen on a biological child, a real heir to his huge ill-gotten wealth but his inability to ejaculate had always come in the way. Teesta had scoured the w...
Deepa and Rudra were waiting in the lobby of what had been the Tata Centre, one of the first multi-storied office buildings in Calcutta. Now after weathering many storms, it was a shell of its past glory but Pandey-ji had occupied it and operated out of Rusi Mody's erstwhile office on the top floor. Today was the second day that Deepa was here. That was why...
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and providing lots of feedback, and JonB1969 for editing the first edition. - Tarek * "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is fiction. Everyone is over 18 and shuns condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, bisexual, multiracial, fighting sperm. If you object, stop reading. Details may be incorrect. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Enjoy! ***** Stanley Steamer 07: Lorna & Kaylee Stanley steams the ladies to safety ***** ******...
(Dear Readers, As I am trying to complete Adorable Woman – Part II, this story came up as one, which a maid told the mother. This couldn't be included in the main story, as it is too long as a side story. So, I am publishing this story as an independent one. I do hope you like it and vote. I apologise to a specific section of readers who do not like using B...
Introduction : Avinash continues to interview Hemangini for his new writing. As she pursues with her story, the revelation at the next stage tends to get harrowing from where it started. She welcomes him into an all new ambience which leaves Avinash in the absolute stupor. I would just like to add an advanced disclaimer to any Indian religious reader advanc...
Surma was a beautiful bengali girl from Modern School, Kolkatta, India. It was the most prestigious school in Kolkatta. Surma was a debater. And oh boy! Was she good. She was a champion. She won trophy after trophy. Debating was her passion. Whenever Modern School needed to enter another debating competition, nationally or within Kolkatta, Surma was summo...
My older maid servant opens up to me on her birthday -- Tarek I didn't know why my chunky maid servant Rashida was sad. My chubby, friendly, buxom housemaid wasn't smiling as she usually did. She was doing her chores, mopping the floor in the living room, but her eyes were downcast, and she seemed distracted. There was a look of melancholy on her. All...