The story begins at a Quik Mart in upstate New York. **** 1. Watching Rani reach. It all started innocently enough as far as I was concerned. I would stop at a gas station on my way to work and pick up the morning paper and a cup of coffee. The only reason I began stopping at this particular place was that it was easy to get in and out of. The reason I co...
This story is entirely a work of fantasy so please do not criticise for a lack of realism it doesn't even pretend to possess. Please be aware that there are asphyxiation, body hair and odour, scat, and masochistic themes so don't read on if you are offended by any of these particular fetishes. All of the characters are older than 18 and you should be too! Ma...
I had been the toast of Hollywood's seamier movies for two decades and had been leading a secluded lifestyle though I was now in my late forties. As a young teenager I had been part of the Italian group lead by Sophia Loren and Gina who had wound up in Hollywood and whilst the others had made it big I was the Queen of the B grade soft porn movies. In fact so...
Prabha was sitting on the sofa with bra and almost transparent white satin petticoat. I was standing in front of her, in my lungi (sort of night dress), practicing for the next day presentation. As I finished each slide, she bent forward to click the "next" button on the laptop. As she bent forward to click the laptop on the center table, I could see the de...
I am Deep Basu, a fairly successful corporate executive and now CMD of a Swiss owned company in India. I am a happily married man with two grown up children both well settled abroad. My wife is a well educated woman, who in recent days keeps herself busy in social activities, to cope with the empty nest syndrome. We did have a very active sex life during the...
"Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled ... I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit, I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft, I lapped up the taste of its hot hollow ...I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat." W.H. Auden, A Day For A Lay Did you think underarm odor just happened? That it was a cruel joke of nature that we should stink in a most...
It might have been the Boone's Farm... that loosened my tongue that afternoon, but whatever the reason, those were the first words I said to the young woman who was working at the concession stand at the local ball park, which was hosting an concert for the first time. Along with my friends, we had shared a couple of bottles of the cheap wine in the woods...
It was my first year at teaching at Hairrow. It was an all boys institution and I was getting a little tired of the job. Frankly speaking there wasn't enough sex. Most of the students were into studies or games and the evenings were lonely. The guy I was seeing was hardly making any attempt to fuck me and I stopped him from coming to my digs near the school...
I was the Chief Photographer of Vanity Fair, the glossy monthly which had a worldwide circulation, which was the envy of our competitors. I was attached with the glamorous Marianne Webster the celebrity news features editor. The editorial team had decided to do a special issue on "Body Hair" as several letters had been received and Marianne was entrusted in...
Roshni 04 -- Kinks Roshni refused to let winter affect her mood, or her dress sense. She gave her explanation to me one winter's day. "I love feminine clothes," she had said in reply to my amazement; the day had been wet with a wind that cut to the bone, but her outfit was a tight black singlet-top with jeans and boots. "Most of all I love clothes that ma...