Technically, this story is set in Pakistan instead of neighboring India. However, it was written at the same time as the stories in the Forbidden India series and I think it makes a good addition to the overall exotic / forbidden theme. ##### Neglected In Pakistan Melancholy was a good word to describe Anum. The Pakistani woman felt this way often, especi...
NB: So sorry this took so long! Had some issues uploading but all is good now. Chapter 8 should be ready next week. Enjoy! *** Blood was at the forefront of his mind when he stormed into the castle grounds; eyes pure gold with his wings trailing fire behind him. His swords glowed, melded to both hands; their edges demanding a sacrifice. No one dared to...
All good things must come to an end. This is the last chapter for this story. Thanks again to Mazuri, Mokkekle, Southern Sir and my dear partner, Wolf. We've had a lot of fun with this story and before you ask, yes there will be more. We have to find out what happened to the rest of the family. For the record, Wolf's favorite line was "Vivvie, why is that d...
IMPORTANT: This series, based partly on real events, is about the strategic and gradual seduction of a young innocent Asian girl by a master in erotic sex and his Paris-born model lover who actually take her into their keeping for three and a half years. They 'take her' over time from a complete sexual novice to a well rewarded passionate sex kitten as their...
By now you know I try to write stories about loving couples. No cheating allowed. This story fits into the same vein. If it is not what you want to read don;t complain at the end. I have been here all along, since my last story. I have written and discarded a number of stories, I just was not happy with the outcome. The first chapter is based loosely on a...
Day Seventeen Next day I dragged myself bleary-eyed through slops. Back in the cell I would have gone back to sleep, but Rose asked me to check her, to see if she had shaved herself thoroughly. "I think so," I said. "Thinking isn't enough," said Rose. "You need to be sure." "Well, there's a small patch here," I said. "Please go over it for me Chloe: we...
The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...
This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi. * The Photographs: Joshua Rupina decided that the last Wednesday of January, was not shaping up to be any better than any other days of that week. In fact it was a hell of a way to kick off the year. The C...
**The events that you are about to read are completely true. Not one thing is fabricated for interesting effect. This was the single best night of my life up until that point. I needed to compose myself. I felt strongly for Peter but I was not willing to let him see me cry. He told me before he asked me out again that he was leaving tomorrow. I knew that w...
A searing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land. Nothing moved--- Except Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal f...