After the bathroom incident , Raju Bhaiya's (Bhaiya is the Hindi word for big brother) leering eyes followed me around the neighbourhood. He started coming to my home more often on a pretext of something or the other. What I also realized was that other men in the area, like the security guards and milkman, also started looking at me differently. That's when...
I had been a massage therapist for six years now. Learning my trade in a shady massage parlour (where happy endings were more the norm than special requests), I did my fair share of old, dirty men and tired women. Some of them wanted relief from pain, the others, an easing from daily life, being alone while still surrounded by 15 million people. But now, t...
I suddenly woke up by the muted sound of the telephone ringing and wondered who could be calling so late in the night. I had dozed off, sitting on the carpet. My head was resting on the edge of sofa, between knees of Padma aunty. Anxiety swelled as mind fearfully speculated on uncle Pandey returning from his tour; putting an end to my pleasurable time. I fr...
(To enjoy this story fully, please read the chapter 1 first. I have tried to translate the Hindi dialogues to English but it is very difficult to translate the exact meaning of Hindi dialogues.) * After few minutes of panting and caressing each other, we got up and cleaned our-self and laid together once again. "Wah Mausi maza aa gaya, aapne to kamal ka...
This story is about an extramarital liaison between two consenting adults. There is no cheating involved, at least on the woman's part. Her husband knows about it; indeed initially he has instigated her and she has continued it with his passive acquiescence, if not his active encouragement. Those who are offended by this situation need not read further. This...
This story would not have been written if it hadn't been for my dear friend Jordan. It is dedicated to him in thanks for being the best friend I could ever have and a damn good role-player! ;). Love You Jordan! I'd also like to thank my friend Lance who helped with editing. --- As usual this story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or republi...
The bus dropped Dan and Kira in front of Kyrhan's house. Kira was in a sorry state. Although he knew that they were invited by Kyrhan, maybe because he was jealous of her acquaintance with the powerful official, Rajiv had suddenly changed her routine. For the previous last bus rides, he had offered Kira for fifty dollars to four or five bus passengers during...
I was dismayed when I read the sign that said the lift won't work. I'd have to go up three floors to get to my bank. I wasn't sure if my dodgy knees could take it. I climbed the stairs wearily cursing my luck. I felt angrier that I had let myself turn into self-pitying sexless middle aged man. After much effort I had managed to reach just the first floor....
I am writing about my Indian college. I will reveal many truths about the Indian education system by narrating my experience in college. It is in a little town. It is more than a hundred year old arts college. Subjects like Sociology, Psychology, Philosophy, Geography, English, Sanskrit, History, Hindi, and Home Science are taught here. Admission's Process...
Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with sho...