At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart for Madras in ten minutes time. I was on my way to attend a business meeting. My name is Saheb Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone including my parents calls me by it. Anyway, what is i...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** (All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental). ***** My wife, Teri, and I have been married for 20 years... Now in our mid 40's, we have had our share of ups and downs, fun adventures...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
The meeting place of the Council of Elders was a huge building with a central open air courtyard. Filled bleachers ringed either side of the courtyard except where a huge dais with multiple thrones sat. Of the five thrones, two were filled, the rest sat empty. The central chair held a mole-like yukoi, short and stocky with a young looking girl kneeling next...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Chapter 12 A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to the encouraging reader feedback, the muse has returned, and I have finished the story. * They fled the nightmare of the city. The Singing Selkie proved herself a nimble and true boat, surging out into the brisk fall...
Note: This story is a sequel to the previous chapters. Those who have read it before can continue from here. For those who haven't, I suggest they start from Ch. 01 to better understand and the enjoy the story. ***** "Shit, I am late... " I said to myself as I drove down the highway. I had gone to one of my work sites and after working all day, supervisi...
My name is Babbita. I am not the subject of observation. However, I have become part of it. I have gone native so to speak. So you must know me. My inclination has first manifested itself at age seven. I was hiding under a corner bench of a banquet. The grown ups minded their own wedding celebration business and did not pay attention to us kids, especially,...