[This story continues after Madhuri's Manoeuvre] *** Nene opened the door of the bedroom and slipped inside. Even though his wife was not at home he felt a little like a thief and looked around twice before approaching her computer on the desk. He started it and opened her email. It asked for the password. He knew she always wrote down her password becau...
Just to refresh your memory I reproduce here the last few words of part 2. Ten years went by. During these years, in the beginning Razia and I exchanged letters nearly every month but soon it came down to a New Year greeting card once a year. A couple of years later this also stopped. In other words I lost contact with her completely. In these years I di...
Second day: After taking a long, soothing, relaxing bath in the second morning, I stepped out of my bathroom to dry my sexy, wet, nude body off... Then, I searched for my yellow saree and for a matching blouse, which I normally wear, when am I horny. I purposefully didn't wear any bra or panty. When I reached my bedroom, I found the air with hint of vanill...
Preface: When I discovered erotica on the internet over a decade ago, almost all the stories were written by Americans or Europeans. The few Indian stories were a mishmash of hurriedly described fantasies in bad grammar. The only exception was an author named Mary Jorsay Gandmar. The deliciously dirty Hindi pun in the name is indicative of her body of work -...
Customs officer Jagpade pulled out the polythene packet filled with white power from its hiding place in the lining of the suitcase and held it up with an accusing glare at the owner of the suitcase. Deepika's face turned whiter than the powder in the packet. She stammered "I...I...it's not mine. I don't know where that came from and how it got in my suitca...
Note - This story happens after the story 'When it rains, it pours'. ---------------- I was sitting on the bed in the small room, literally twiddling my thumbs and waiting. I was dressed in a black knee length wrap-around skirt and a snug white t-shirt that accentuated my boobs. There was no bra underneath, so my nipples were poking through the fabric. A r...
Dear Readers, This is the second part of my submission. I am encouraged by the comments which I have received from my readers so far. Please keep them coming at the link below. I would like to read the comments and would never feel tired about it. Please don't proceed beyond this warning if you are under 18 or not enough matured. If the contents disturb you...
This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. -------------------------------------------------- My dad had divorced mom seven years ago. The alimony had been decent, not too big, just sufficient. Mom got the flat where we lived in, as part of her alimony, apart from some money which she had invested in a fixed deposit in a bank....
Let me tell you how I fucked my luscious bhabhi (sister-in-law) Shivani. This is a long erotic story about the luscious lady, who is more stunning than the story. She is from Punjab, a 28 year old woman with a fair complexion, nice apple sized breasts (normally Punjabi girls have full ripe breasts), and a nice tight, but big, ass which moves with a lot of se...
Author's note: While adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other purpose. I wrote this story to wank off to, and for nothing else. – Tarek Zia Author's note: I...