Dear readers, as we reach the end of this series (yeah, yeah, I know some of you must be heaving a sigh of relief!) I'd like to thank all of you who have loved the story and appreciated my efforts. And to those who left harsh comments against Cynthia because she was someone's accomplice in cheating, I'd like to say that life is sometimes stranger than fictio...
Thank you everyone for the lovely comments on the first chapter! I was overwhelmed by the response! I'm trying to write a little novella, complete with all kinds of emotions. Those who are awaiting the 'hot stuff', well, the wait will soon be over. *wink* Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Red chilli powder, bitter gourd seeds, and a gen...
A Pakistani woman goes to school Bablee's husband was working in the US as an architect, on a major building site. He didn't think she could cope with such a different culture, so left her at home while he was working. Unfortunately an accident on the building site left him in hospital, with a spinal injury. The corporation picked up the hospital bills, a...
Pt. I: The Locusts Like locusts, they came swarming out of the Badwater Basin of Death Valley. They rode smoking Harleys in groups of ten. Each day another group of ten wove their way through each other's dust clouds on the road from the abyss to their assignations. The names of the leaders of the locusts, Samazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel,...
CHAPTER 1 On the eve of his thirty-second birthday Ginger Jones gave up his job as a steakhouse chef, sick of kitchen smells and working shifts and being bawled out by diners who believed coarse-ground peppercorns on their rare peppered steak were rodent droppings. Redheaded Michael, who'd been called Ginger from the time he entered Junior High, had purch...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. Well, I guess Human Recourses had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites...
"I can't believe we're actually doing this." There was the slightest tremor in Amy's voice as she spoke. She was sitting in front of the bedroom mirror applying her mascara, carefully drawing the brush over her lashes. "I know," I said. "It feels kinda surreal." It had been a long time since I'd last seen my wife getting ready to go out. The succession of...
FOREST: PART I SweetNothingsAndBeyond ****** Author's Note: The story is based in Bhubaneswar, Odisha, in the East-Coast of India. So the developments are purely as per the locational values and cultural melee of this particular area. Please gel with the socio-cultural perspective of the place and enjoy the story... ****** Forest: Bhitarkanika Nation...
All the people that I write about are at least 18 years old. * Just after my last update I got an email from my email friend in Australia (John the Aussie bloke). He had read the update and told us about a web site that had a few videos of girls riding bikes that have a dildo through the seat. Jon and me had a look at some of them and Jon got an idea to im...
(Many of you enjoyed reading about Kate and myself in a previous submission, 'The Trouble With Kate'. As before, this story about our life together is a genuinely true account, and is effectively a love letter to the one person in my world who makes me who I am. This is for you honey. I'll love ya forever.) ******************** Sometimes it's easy to forge...