It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island. He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him...
Authors note This story touches briefly on the subject of arranged marriages between young girls and usually older men, and looks more in depth at the subject of female genital mutilation. I know some people will be appalled at the idea of introducing this sort of delicate subject in any erotic story, all I ask of you is that you read the story before passi...
Meet Sangeetha Serasinghe, a wild young woman of Sri Lankan descent living in the City of Los Angeles, California. After her parents died during clashes between the Tamil Tigers and the Sri Lankan government, Sangeetha came to stay with her aunt Meena in Los Angeles. At first, the young Sri Lankan woman experienced culture shock, which was to be expected sin...
Note: This story is non-erotic. * This summer was a pleasant reminder of my childhood. Although London is over three thousand miles away from the small Southern town in which I grew up over thirty years ago, I was reminded of that different place and time each day as I walked to the nursery to pick up my three year old daughter. It was the plethora of blac...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. * My buttons shot across the room next as Vanya Chopra tore my shirt from my body and then pushed me back so that she could...
An Indian Family Story Ch 3This went on for a few weeks. Ponni and Ramu were very happy. They fucked every night. Ramu felt guilty whenever he met Muthusamy. The thought that he was fucking his best friend’s wife without his knowledge made it more thrilling. Until one night! He was lying down after a hard fuck, and Ponni had gone to wash herself. When she ca...
When the weather is hot and sticky,That's no time for dunkin dickey. When the frost is on the pumpkin, That's the time for dickey dunkin. I have no idea who the originator of this limerick is. I do know that my Grandmother taught it to me around the time I was able to fully appreciate my first dirty joke. As I think back, she loved dirty jokes and could la...
"Dad, are you my father?" The old man found the question so amusing that he giggled with his whole body. This induced a spell of coughing and when he recovered he turned, and with eyes twinkling with happiness, looked straight into the eyes of his daughter. "Rather late in the day isn't to ask that question?" "Yes, Dad, but better late than never." "How...
Jacqueline Bacon slid onto a barstool at Hoppy Daze, Horner Springs' newest artisanal brewery. She looked down at her very slightly worn jeans and deliberately scuffed ropers. Then gazing around the room at the collection of cowboys, students, late season fly anglers, locals and dogs that inhabited the place, she decided that she didn't look too out of place...
Nine o'clock at night and Kamesh was floating in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Suseela his young Aunt. How they had fucked! Now it was to get into his aunt's friend's panties and he was...