A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard. "Who...
In Zamindars Part 1, I had described the situation that I witnessed on arriving at my friend Vivek's estate. His father, Subhash (The Thakur) was openly having a sexual relationship with Champa who was 20 years younger to him and the wife of his driver. Part 2 is more about what I saw between Subhash uncle & Champa. Champa was sitting in uncle's lap while h...
(All characters are age 18+) Today my mom was having her friends over for a pool party in our backyard. They had been here all afternoon --mainly lounging around the secluded swimming pool and patio area. Michelle had been first to arrive. She was my mom's old roommate from university and came wearing a black bikini and floral print sarong. Next was Kendra...
Chapter 1 My wife, Juanita, set across the breakfast table from me, just as we had for the last twenty-four years of our married life. It was a Thursday morning in late September and the leaves of the trees in our backyard had begun to turn various shades of yellow and tan. She was enjoying that view through the window of our breakfast nook, while I read th...
Simon staggered in for work the day after the slave auction, his body stiff and sore. Mr Berne and the others in the post room were shocked to see the sissy's bruised and lacerated buttocks. Barry's stiff cock betrayed his feelings; whipping and torture excited him. His sadistic nature relished the thought of thrashing Sissy senseless. Sissy was his fuck t...
1. A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard....
[My stories get abuse from people who think that a story about a loving wife who likes to humiliate and hurt her willing husband should not be put in the Loving Wives Category. If you're such a person, please walk on by. I think the category is the right one because all things that happen between a wife and husband, with the full consent of both, are good an...
Having grown up in Mumbai in a wealthy family I was attending college in USA in the mid 1990s. As chance would have it, my roommate was from India as well - Vivek Thakur. Over several drinking sessions we discovered that we had a couple of very unique things in common. Both our fathers had initiated us into the ways of sex with lower class women. Both of us...
Making it Real A Cuckold's Diary, Chapter 35 May, 2012 PLEASE, folks: this is a story about cuckolding. Honest, I wouldn't lie to you! If you read it, you are going to hear about cuckolding. If this will upset you, may I suggest that you either a) don't read it, or b) don't get your nose out of joint when you get upset. I post this in the Loving Wives Sect...
The Brooklyn mob boss Joe Slow is sitting in Carlito's slurping on a bulging bowl of meatballs. The restaurant is dark and empty, just the way Joe Slow demands it everyday at the same time. A mobster with a habit like this is a Hitman's dream, but that's another story. So we see the scene and tomato sauce is smeared all around Joe Slow's fat chops, which fla...