Long Days, Long Nights It’s been over a year and a half since I submitted anything and I still can’t believe how many responses I still get. Hate to have kept ya’ll in suspense, but things for yours truly have been hectic. However, that does not mean that it has been lonely. Since I last wrote, I’ve completed my first degree and have begun working on my s...
Hi readers! Zeenat here from Bangladesh but educated in USA. First, a little information about myself: I'm a twenty-seven year old female, unmarried, short and chubby with long black hair and a fair complexion. Other details are my 34D bust, 38 panty size, pierced nose, thick puffy slit, sultry looks and a loose pussy after my experiences with Bob. Shortly...
Intro: This is a truish short story with a bit of added spice. It is written in first person and involves an Indian American (me) and an Indian. So, if that is not your thing, I'd still suggest you to be openminded and read it. Lol. Be warned that this story comes under adultery between two consenting adults. Foreign/unfamiliar words: Varsha -- means rai...
Dedicated to Mark love * The adventures of my quite submissive heroin Leena in India seem to interest several readers. So, I decided to offer them a few new ones... For those who seem to hate my texts and advise me to stop writing, I would propose them just not to read my stories. Considering the nice number of my readers, I'm afraid I'll continue! Honni...
Laddi was a first generation Punjabi woman, who had spent most of her life in the lavish neighborhoods of London. Her father was a successful entrepreneur and her mother specialized in putting on traditional Punjabi weddings. Now in her early 30s, Laddi was working as a marketing executive for a high end clothing line in London, and was happily married to he...
"Silky, I've got a proposition for you," George said in his serious voice. In case you don't know, George is my Daddy, and we live with Jessica, my tall evil sister. We all share the same bed, and have a lot of fun. "This sounds like I did something wrong," I replied, reluctantly. My emerald eyes pierced the curtain of crimson that hung, uncombed, across my...
Abby sat in the crowded bar quite literally crying into her beer. Well her white wine to be more specific. Her third glass for a woman that only drank one socially. After five years, five long years in a relationship with Stuart it was over. Just like that. Over because he wanted to be polyamorous, he said. In plain Texan, he wanted to screw her and the woma...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter from Southern California. Author's Note: This is a true story with a happy ending for Jay but a sad ending for Ruth. Even though Ruth was wrong for doing all that she did to Jay, he was wrong for doing all that he did to Ruth. Instead of divorcing early on, they allowed t...
Leena was driving Peter's Bentley car. Peter was on the back bench and Dina was on the floor at his feet sucking him shamelessly like a lollipop. Her mouth was sore. Since they had left the center of London, she hadn't moved : just Leena and Peter exchanged places whenever one had cummed and Dina had cleaned him or her. Dina was anxious to have some respite....
I am 42 years of age and from Singapore where there's lots of Indians, Paki and Bangladesh come to work. My husband of 15 years, is an agent supplying foreign workers to construction companies and me sort of helping him as a secretary cum accounts. He is mildly mannered when he is sober but when he had too much to drink, he would sometimes abused me which as...