Rajesh was travelling in train to his place, which takes several hours. It was a vacation, and he happily packed his bags, and got on the train. The train was fully packed, just like any other train in India. Rajesh felt very tired, so he had an early dinner on the train, and tried to sleep early. Suddenly he woke up. It was so dark, and there was pin drop...
The park grass folded with moister and pressed by four bricks of snow. Clyde looked like the park's frozen statue on a green bench. He store at warm yellow windows of the Hawthorne Hotel. He salivated to eat them like blocks of warm cheese. And his growling stomach tilted the heads of curious crows. He accepted his numb limbs as one would an unhinged heartbe...
I had been working night shifts for close to 10 years at this point and like all graveyard shift workers, our sleep during the day is not exactly a beauty sleep. Simply put, the rest of the world does not give a fuck whether you have worked all night or that you need some peace and quiet during the day to sleep. In a place like Chennai, where the weather goe...
I headed into work, my 14th day of the job I was already growing tiresome of the prospect of more data entry. I am a graduate student, Indian, 21, with a skinny frame. I had just gotten a job in a data analyst company and as a recruit my job was more at the moment just to do with data entry. I found I was doing the same job every single day and it was so bor...
It was dark; there was a deep blue haze that infused the room, a foggy atmosphere surrounded me with the ghostly pallor streaming in through the window. It was like a blue moon thrusting its rays through the cloudy haze all around. I lay on a bed of satin sheets and pillows and rags, long lengths of fabric strewn across the surface. The only sound was a rasp...
Author's note: This pre-1890 historical romance tells of actual notable people. All sex involves live humans aged 18+, even the whores AFAIK. The text contains casual racism and sexism and very little explicit human sex; if you object, stop reading. Plant sex is pretty muted too. Stilted speech patterns are intentional. Views expressed are not necessarily th...
(Author's note: This is one of those stories that pretty much wrote itself. I began with a basic premise, a fantasy, but as the characters developed, it turned into something more. Admittedly, it has a bit of a Deus ex Machina ending, but I hope you enjoy it.) *** "Prostitutes are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Okay, so m...
She was at her husbands works annual party again, this was the 3rd year and she loved it, Malc, her husband was well thought of and a rising star, he was assistant to the deputy MD and knew if he kept his nose clean and his work and success rate up he was a shoe in for the deputy's job when he retired in 6 months time. Then the next thing would be to make s...
The next couple of weeks, I was unable to speak with Menaka over Skype because our ship was on the high seas in a zone where the satellite coverage wasn't very good. I did use the ship to shore communications facility to send her a message about this. Then we hit a spot of bad weather in the Atlantic. The next time I got to skype with her was from Panama in...
Vickie meet me at the front door in what she called her "slut suit" which was nothing more than a pair of "Come Fuck Me" pumps. "What's the occasion? "I've got great news honey. I'm finally pregnant – we are going to have a baby." "Oh wow Vick, that is great news" I said and not meaning a word of it. In fact, her little announcement ruined my day. I did...