Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting w...
My name is Sundari Dharamveer. I was born in the beautiful City of Ludhiana, in the Indian State of Punjab. I recently transferred from the Punjab Engineering College in metropolitan Chandigarh, the Punjab State's best town, to Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Leaving my homeland of India for Canada hasn't been easy. However, w...
After a nice bath, I was about to finish drying myself and get dressed, the mobile rang, and I knew it was Priya. "Are you ready my Lund..?" "Just about to get my Lund dressed, bitch." I loved to respond to her quest for dirty talks with me. "Good. Come to the back gate; get in to the driving seat of Black Van." "Okay, what is the plan?" "Kavita gotta...
"Seat number 50...seat number 50..." Mira mumbled as she walked through the narrow passage in the train compartment. "Aaahhh...seat number 50..." She said triumphantly as she found her seat but was a little disappointed seeing another man sitting on it. The middle aged man looked up to her and was a little startled to see a young woman giving him a nasty lo...
Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
Note: My character in the story is an English teacher but I am not one in real life. So grammar nazis can be lenient on me & the racists can keep their snide remarks to themselves. Note: This story is dedicated to Mona. If you are reading this story Mona, I have read your mail and I am touched. Be the character...be what you want to be. I sighed as I fi...
Her day started out very typically. Morning shower, get dressed, drive to work. Her job as an facilities manager gave her ample opportunity to converse with people from all walks of life. She liked what she did most days and did it very well. This day started off no differently, until she received a text from an old friend, inviting her to play a word game...
He was new to Pittsburgh, from the West Coast. Making a brand new start, without his family dropping in unannounced. But sadly, without his lover, who'd left him rather than leaving the coast. At the mysterious advice of a friend from the internet, he'd come to Boyce Park the day he got to Pittsburgh. Left everything parked, and his phone not working to come...
Sara looks at her sleeping husband, but she's day-dreaming about another man, a white man with flecks of gray in his other-wise brown hair. He's handsome in a western way, with a muscular upper body, and a smile that sends shutters of desire through her. His presence is that of a sage, a sage that exudes the sexual prowess of Kama, a sage she believes can sa...
First of all, please forgive me for any spelling mistakes or for using simple words as English is not my first language. My name is Erik and this will be a story about real events that happened to me a few years ago. I was an exchange student in Northern California having arrived Austria. It was hard to live far from your family but being a student was alway...