By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
It was the first hot night following a long cold winter. The girls had needed to get out. Not that they hadn’t but there was something about a warm, hot, spring night that made the partying seem so much better. They had gone to a club well known for it’s hot partying atmosphere; loud music, hot girls and guys, laughter and plenty of dancing and play. A wild...
Lynn pulled up to the valet in front of the elegant hotel. Received her ticket from the young man and handed him her keys. He opened the trunk to her car and the bellhop immediately tended to her bags. Lynn reached in to the front seat and picked up the Dream Catcher. Its long white feathers with black tips, hung from the oval with leather strap webbing. G...
As the Ford Fairline pulled up at the curb, Ronald gazed out and studied the house. A two-story Victorian which was built in the 1930's, it was painted all-white, with a well-kept lawn. Seeming to stare right back at him, the old Victorian was positioned in the middle of a long block. The community was poor, working class, and right in the heart of West Oakl...
Beginning of a new series – HEERA and her ways with MEN- chapter 01. Rajesh Nambiar was a real woman monger. In his life of around 45 years, he had fucked more women than one can imagine and his days were so busy and sedate that nights had to be lively and full of booze accompanied with woman flesh. He never gave up on a good fuck and one could not forget...
The phone interrupted Peter. "You're wanted. It's urgent and I can't handle this one." Mark sounded worried. "I'll be back in a minute." Peter tossed the words back at Jennifer and Andrew as he charged down the stairs to his office. Mark held out the phone. It was Susie calling from next door. "Get in there and fight. I saw her enter the workshop. You kno...
Note from Writer: This is story is written with Dan57 permission based on character we created. For other adventures of Mark and Jodhaa and how their adventure began, please check out Mark's Destiny and other Dan57 stories. After having three fun filled nights in a Mumbai hotel, Mark and Jodhaa had gotten a flight to New Delhi. Jodhaa was still wearing h...
Trupti's "apartment" turns out to be the basement of a half-empty building by the Hudson river. In fact we have to go in through the back entrance. Only two small bulbs come on when Trupti flips the switch. And the place looks like a complete mess, like no one has lived there in ages. It reminds me of one of the properties my company bought during the real e...
It was evening time and I have just dropped off my girlfriend over to her house. I called an Uber and was on my way back to my place - when i came across this featured advert on a spa. Like any other such ad, it had a picture of a semi naked girl (guess the nudity wasn't displayed) lying on a massage table, with the hands of a massage therapist placed on her...
I turned around to see where the voice was coming from and there stood women of rare beauty with the most striking blue eyes. I said, "I was just admiring the statue" and was going to pick it up to check the price. She laughingly said, "I'm sorry that one is not for sale it was put out here by mistake." I shook my head and said "too bad" because I was a big...