My friend Raghu was getting married in his village. Raghu and I had been friends for more then a decade and we know each other very well. Raghu came from a very orthodox background. His father was a very rich landlord and was head of a few villages. His Mom was very sublime and quite and I respected them a lot. I had met them a few times whenever they visit...
Marge Lewis looked across the kitchen table at her eighteen year old son, Jason, and marveled at how much resemblance there was between him and his father. She could imagine that it really was his father sitting there, eating his eggs and bacon and drinking his coffee. "And, soon, it shall be," she thought. Seven months ago, to the day, George Lewis, alon...
Standing in the dark, his throat dry, he takes a sip of his extra old and coke hoping the nerves calm down. He exhales, looking around he wasn't sure how it came to this. So many emotions running through his mind. He closed his eyes embracing the silence and the gentle rolling of the waves as they broke on the shoreline. He could feel the cool breeze on his...
Here's the next edition. Someone has been bombing my previous stories with weird anonymous comments, which I'm working with the webmasters to remove. But know that I do read comments and emails sent to me, so thank you to all those who have sent me encouragement. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! Chapter 8: An Unwelcome Guest Ok, so I was wrong. I was sure...
Note to the reader: All sexually active characters are age 18 or older at start of story. This story is 32 book pages long and broken into three chapters. Please read them in order to prevent confusion. ***** These days you hear terms for all sorts of tourism: Eco-tourism, Wildlife-tourism, Medical-tourism, Geographical-tourism, Marine-life tourism,...
Author's note: All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Paul's parents were out of town and his sister, Kim, had decided to have a few friends sleep over. He got along reasonably well with both his sister and her friends, but he certainly didn't feel like hanging around the house while they watched chick flicks and painted their nail...
How "lucky" am I? That question used to be rhetorical. It needed no answer. Of course I was lucky. I had a lot to be thankful for. I have a gorgeous wife that is every bit my complement. I had two healthy kids that were great students. I owned my own company that is small but productive. Yep, I'm very lucky indeed. The question needs no answering. Of cour...
This is in fact a true story compiled of journal and blog entries I have made about the subject. How it all started for me, My marriage has always been an extremely happy one, I was lucky to find the love of my life. Our sex life was a bit "vanilla" until a year or so ago. I didn't really think of myself as a sexual being at all. I would always let my hu...
Trish's Story After our long conversation about the libertine club, I had thought about it more and more. It just seemed so deliciously naughty, yet so impossibly difficult to actually do. Could I really shag someone I'd never met before for the simple reason we both wanted a, no strings attached, shag? Hardly. I didn't even feel comfortable with the idea o...
This story is a true one. Only the narration may make some minor changes but the main story remains true. My friend is the lucky one, who happens to be the main character in the story. I have decided to write his story in his words as he told me. I, Mir Khan, come from an underdeveloped town of Pakistan. I was studying in University of The Punjab, Lahore, d...