It was a comfortable winter's afternoon in Delhi. I was on my way from Dhaula Kuan on to NOIDA. The bus was not packed, but there was no empty seat in sight, so I had to stand. As I looked around, my carnal instincts looking for a appreciable female form, I could not locate any. Suddenly the bus halted at one of the stops, and I was amazed to see about 20-2...
Yvonne flew high over the city of Oakland, scanning the neighborhoods below for any criminal activity. It was a clear, sunny and the warm wind brushed against her bare skin. She was a tall, naked Indian woman, 5'11" in height, with shoulder length black hair and a native brown skin complexion. Her build was thick and muscular, and the only thing she wore was...
It was a hot humid day that of that summer of 1985. I remember sitting on that hot sand of Juhu Beach in Bombay with my wife. The sweat beads trickled from my forehead and I could feel some of it trickle down my back. It felt disgusting. This was my wife's idea of a second chance for us. Travel all the way to India to save our marriage. The only thing that w...
"Nice ass, them Indian girls sure got nice bums on them nowadays," Geoffrey Kean said to himself as he spotted the tall, curvy, Sari-wearing young Indian woman getting off the 95 bus at Mackenzie King Bridge in downtown Ottawa. This particularly Indian cutie strode through the crowded hallways of the Rideau Shopping Center like she owned the place, sashaying...
Chapter 03: The Discovery For those of you who have read the first two chapters of this ever-growing series about an oversexed Indian girl you will have no difficulty in understanding the concepts provided here. For those who haven't, I suggest you go back and read them. They are in the first time section. Bhavita always found dark skinned men very erotic...
Mark looked at the ceiling. He was getting agitated. No point checking his watch, or his phone, or straightening his tie, or fiddling with his cuffs; it wouldn't make any difference, wouldn't alter the one single fact: he was going to be late. He tried to stay calm by reminding himself that this was an occupational hazard, that, if you do business around th...
Author's Note: All the characters are fictitious and there is no resemblance to any real event. The story is set in the years between 2001 to 2004, Fifteen years ago from the present India when India was heading towards technological advancement particularly in the field of IT sector. The usage of computer was just stepping in although TV was common to all...
The rough looking guy settled down in his seat. I whispered to Nisha, "Start making a conversation with him." She looked at me then turned to the guy. "Hi. Where you headed?" "Mapusa. What about you guys? "Calangute." "I'm Sam. You are? "Nisha. This is my hubby Kevin." "Hi Sam." I said. We did some light chatter, talking about every day things and Goa...
"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...
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...