Around the corner of Chatham Square and Broadway, N.Y., stands an Indian curio shop named Chupachuk. Jennifer Lopez not yet known as J-Lo curiously walked into this shop. At the door a Hare Krishna devotee on his way out greeted her, “Hare Krishna!” “Hare Krishna, you too,” Jennifer said smiling. The shop smelled of an Old World. An Indian chant whined...
from an idea by Dahlia57 Kira loved to socialize, especially with people from India when she was in France or from France and nearby countries when she was in India : probably some deep longing. She had established a custom of having a kitty party every two months mostly for the women she had met on the plane to or from Paris. In order not to give up her co...
Written in collaboration with Dalhia 57 who provided a large part of the plot. * While Naina and Dan were training in a gym in the East of France, Ritu was mourning her sister. It was the first time she was separated from her and she didn't like it at all. Tom had done his best to soothe her, remaining with her all the time and working to her side. The sit...
Narayan ran her fingertips up and down Bosco' s cock. She was attractively attired in a snug aquamarine pullover, her glossy shoulder length black hair curling over it. Americans were such a curious people, Narayan often thought. She'd seen so much poverty in her native Bombay and struggle...and here, rich Yankees actually wanted to be persecuted! She smil...
From an idea by Mark The real life Mark happens to share many people's fascination for Kira's Dalits. He wished to share a few adventures with them. I invited him with pleasure Mark was a Senior accountant in a big GM cars outlet in Minneapolis. He had married Jenny, a pretty girl with long curly black hair, dark brown eyes and a very cute face. She was bu...
*** Conclusion to the story, thanks for all the feedback *** *Cuckold and humiliation story leave if this is not your thing* *this is just a fetish, not meant to offend any group of people* *previous chapters in profile* ***** I was feeling good. Having sex with the gorgeous Indian wife from work Sona was doing wonders for me. I had never felt more ali...
Mir Yusaf Adil met my limousine when it pulled up to what they said was the Sports House within the complex of pools and various game courts, in addition to stables and a polo ring, that was in fairly distant sight of the palace itself. The palace complex seemed to be huge—almost taking up, it appeared, half the territory of all of Balrampur. "Come on throu...
My name is Celine and my husband Sylvester. We are both of Indian origin. Our marriage was by arrangement as it is the custom back home in India. I came from a very poor family background, one of the six daughters to my dad who was in a clerical job. As it was the tradition, to get a daughter married, it cost an arm and a leg, especially for the dowry demand...
My name is Christine Lassiter Anderson. Life has a way of knocking you down when you think you're invincible. Three years ago, I had it all. I was married to a multi-millionaire philanthropist and investment banker, and I lived in a townhouse in Boston's Back Bay. I drove a Mercedes and I went to A-list parties. I knew actors, supermodels and top businessmen...
[Part 22] Laying on the lounger again, Vikas looked at the night sky and relaxed. Kiara didn't sit with him but pulled the next lounger right next to his and lay face down on that. They were both too warm to cuddle on a warm night like that. "So, did you hear anything I said?" Kiara asked looking up at Vikas. "About me scamming you and not admitting tha...