It all began one Saturday afternoon when I had decided that the boredom of staying home was too much, especially on a hot day like today. As I walk down the busy high Street, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a Bengali British guy, from a good family in England. I'm 5ft 9 inches tall, light complexion, average weight, medium build, firm chest and...
Aden Settlement, 1835 Greetings my old comrade. No doubt the weather in Russia finds you well this time of year. As you may have correctly surmised by now, I am currently in Asia, so I suppose the next round of this little game of ours can begin in earnest. I'm currently en route to India, via the port of Aden in Southern Arabia. Unfortunately, the pickings...
Author's note: As usual I am unsure of the story category and there is no sex. The story is based in Kolkata where things are a little different. I have used some words that are typical of the Bengali culture. Phuchka is a tangy, spicy snack composed of a fried and puffed crispy puri filled with mashed potato and chick peas. The entire puri is dipped in a...
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap The characteristic clapping sound that heralds the arrival of the hijras rent the air as dawn was breaking on Navami - the ninth day of the bright fortnight, and effectively the last day of Durga puja. Hijras are a community of third genders - not eunuchs, not transgenders, not homosexuals,...
This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. -------------------------------------------------- My dad had divorced mom seven years ago. The alimony had been decent, not too big, just sufficient. Mom got the flat where we lived in, as part of her alimony, apart from some money which she had invested in a fixed deposit in a bank....
Disclaimer - None of the characters in the story was less than 18 years old at any time described in the story. Some Bengali dialogues have been used to make the story closer to reality, anyone who can't understand Bengali may pardon me. * This is a story of Barun (Name changed) who is a successful professional and happily married with a daughter. He is 4...
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...
Dick Long had been lecturing too long not to recognise the signs. It was obvious to him that this particular student needed special attention. The work was hurried, research sources limited, analysis limited and hence a D. Again. For the third time in the semester. He looked up her computerised records and pictures. Roshanara Ali, British born, Moslem, 22....
My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me as a punishment -- Tarek Zia. Rashida had been our family maid servant for a long time. Moving to Kolkata from a distant village, and coming from a very poor family, she was merely eighteen when she started to work at my family's place. From pictures of her that I saw later, the young Rashida was a beaut...
She combed her jet black hair in front of the vanity. She didn't hear me sneak up behind her. "You have beautiful hair. Can I do that for you?" I asked, as she looked at me through the mirror. "Umm... okay. Thank you," she said in her thick Bengali accent, handing me, the white, dark-haired foreign lady guest, her brush. I placed one hand at her left temp...