This is a narrative of erotic encounter that I had in my 20s in a small, North Indian town of Jaipur also known as Pink City hence the title. I have changed names but everything is pretty close to my recollection and truth. I have never written anything before so please be patient and enjoy! Just a year ago I had completed my M.B.A. and landed at a global c...
There is more than one genre that this tale would fit into. I chose novels and novellas because the real story is about people, their interaction with each other and their lives and times. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. As usual constructive comments and emails are much appreciated and welcome. ******************** James Ambrose Randal was t...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* "Tom, you c...
Faye Lamb relaxed in her bath, letting the hot water and soothing oils wash over her body, ridding it of the tensions of the day. Faye had been charged with organising the Sharma's Confectionary customer day. It was full of potential pitfalls, but to here great relief, all had gone well. She was now in her room at the luxury hotel, which hosted the event....
*Obviously not reality for so many reasons. This was hard to categorize. I ended up with Erotic Coupling because that's the most common theme here. But (and sorry for some spoilers) there is also a little bit of anal, group sex, and light incest/taboo themes. I know some of these things aren't for some people, so I wanted to give warning! I hope you enjo...
Early the next morning we had breakfast with Grandpa, and the rest of the family. Judge Mitchell showed up at the stables as we were hitching the mules to the wagons. "Clay, I need to speak to you before you leave. Do you have a minute?" he asked. Going over to him, I said, "Sure, Judge. We was just getting ready to go. What can I do for you this morning?...
"Hey, buddy, it's okay to say 'excuse me' when you bump somebody," Landon Bouvier said to the tall, skinny young Indian guy who glared at him hatefully after bumping him, hard, on the bus. When the dude stared hard without replying, Landon poked him on the shoulder, at which point the guy muttered something unintelligible before getting off the bus. Passive...
My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Ritesh had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Sarath who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Sarath really helped to my husband's Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Sarath had the same ideas about life and Ritesh share...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story, but I suggest you read Chapters 1-3. It will give you a better understanding of the characters and the story to this point. As always, constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Also as usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my stories. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I h...
Apparently, as an Indian Muslim gal living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I'm supposed to be quiet, soft and sweet. I guess whoever believes in those myths about women from the Republic of India never met me. My name is Nadira Duwesh, and I was born in Uttar Pradesh, Northern India, and raised in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-seven, one hundred and...