Chapter-18 He breezed in and cried gruffly, "Suresh is missing"!! Kiana and Sumitra concentrated on their inconsequential work with utmost gravity and in right earnest. I seized the opportunity and said dramatically, "Oh! No! How? When? Where could he have gone?" "God only knows. There is no news. Even his mother doesn't know." Imran was frantic. I look...
"Patel?" my wife said, astonished. It started at the sex therapist. Just before Christmas. Our sex life was fine, but not perfect. Two years after our first kid, we wanted to have a second, just in time for my wife's thirtieth. However, we both admitted that we could barely conjure up the passion to make love once a week, much less multiple time during her...
Note from author- Here's a twist, a celebrity writing erotic fiction about herself! This is in no way based on any real event or persons. It is only inspired by those mentioned. I do not own the rights to the Lone Ranger character and have not written this for monetary gain, it's all just for fun. Remember also Kaley is writing this from her point of view an...
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Sasha for the fourth time. She didn't even answer this time; instead she just grabbed my hand and led me right up to the front of the line. And sure enough, the two of us - dressed to kill and armed with dicey-looking fake ID's - talked our way into the hottest dance club in Las Vegas. Inside, my senses were immediately as...
When you're a boy named Kourtney, growing up necessitates you go by a nickname merely to survive. For the first fourteen years of his life, this went well. He got by with everyone calling him by the initials of his first and middle name. When sex education began, and all his peers became hyper aware of all things sex, suddenly that went from his name to an i...
Lex's beach house was huge. The sprawling two storeyed structure spread over a sizeable piece of land on the Dumas beach. One had to drive a few miles off the coastal highway through a dense cover of palm trees and sandy road to reach it. The entrance had a spacious parking lot with a water fountain in its midst. The entrance was actually the rear of the h...
In 2017, the entire world was quite shocked upon finding out that Libyan savages were abducting Black migrants who hoped to cross into Europe by sea and selling them as slaves. Africans and others around the world were outraged, but they needn't be surprised. After all, the Arabs have a long and cruel history of mistreating Africans, in spite of their claims...
Another sleepy dusty delta day, on the back-ways heading south. Slumped down in the shade by the roadside, smoking my last fat joint, sparks of ecstasy fizz and glow in intoxicating haze. Incandescent molecules ripping comet-trails through my brain. And a patrol car. Wait. Watch its trail of billowing dust as it circles, fishtails in, slows to a stop. She sl...
This is a continuation of The Wet Nurse (Fetish), my tale of the Stearns family PROLOGUE On a clear autumn day in 1901, a man and his son walked through a dense forest. With each gust of wind, leaves showered down and settled on the trail: a kaleidoscope of yellow, bright orange, and deep red. The man, Edwin Stearns, carried a small single-shot rifle with...
Winter comes to Ottawa, Ontario. Just another day for me. I look out the window from my apartment in the neighborhood of Vanier, right across from the Park. There's snow everywhere. Hard to believe that it was bitterly cold yet dazzlingly bright yesterday. I get up, and walk from the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Another year has gone by, and I'm s...