Nirupama returned home in a very festive mood : she couldn't remember to have taken so much pleasure, even during her wedding night! Her master was a very good, tireless lover who really knew how to treat girls. Kishore couldn't sustain comparison. She just wondered whether her master's interest for her would last. In the eventuality he wanted to make it per...
Special Thanks to Roman for editing and proof reading. ***** It's almost been 10 months since I left Airline industry. I wasn't all that keen for a new job, but wasting days and months killing time wasn't a good idea. There were plenty of openings in the BPO sector with good pay. I'm grateful to dad; he was the one who, about four years ago, persuaded me t...
Mountain Resort 4 Epilogue Peter, the very powerful English CEO, had business meetings in New Delhi with several government officials. As on many previous occasions, he was invited in prince Kyrhan's lush palace off the city. His wife, Linda, who had recently been renamed Leena, a more Indian sounding name, was also in the country. She was heavily pregnant...
By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
From a script graciously offered by Dalhia57, an Indian girl I recently met on Literotica. - - - - Naina and her twin sister Ritu Dhaliwal had won a grant to continue their university studies in Birmingham, UK. The two quite shy Indian girls were attacked when coming back from a theatre by a group of bikers and took shelter in a night club where the staff...
Leena was driving Peter's Bentley car. Peter was on the back bench and Dina was on the floor at his feet sucking him shamelessly like a lollipop. Her mouth was sore. Since they had left the center of London, she hadn't moved : just Leena and Peter exchanged places whenever one had cummed and Dina had cleaned him or her. Dina was anxious to have some respite....
Dedicated to real life Don An English wife for Kyrhan Fay was travelling light : most of her clothes had remained at Shandrakor! Rajeev had led her to a shop selling Indian clothes and she had emerged from it with sarees of any quality, from one fit for a menial worker to another that would probably have suited a princess. She had learned that there was a...
"Welcome to Marbled, Dr. Bindre, are you ready to order?" "Hello, Bindi, yes I am. I'll have the family bowl of Caesar salad, the tureen of black beans and the cowboy cut rib eye—and three plates. I've got friends coming along in a few minutes." "Wow, I hope they're hungry. The cowboy rib eye alone weighs three pounds. And can I get you a carafe of the hou...
The following story was suggested to me by a reader, whose invaluable assistance in my rendering it to the printed page has been much appreciated. The story is dedicated to that reader. This is Part One of a three-party story. * We are all products of the places that we live. And assuming that's true -- and I believe it with every fiber of my being -- then...
"How I wish the muscled Saxon was not a Christian," the Princess Erzhad said in her flawless Greek to her riding companion. "For then I could worship him like a god." The Princess did everything but lick her chops. She stared off at nothing in particular as if her mind was elsewhere. "Tis improper for me to speak this way of a man, but with him it is like I...