She was a housewife, married for the past seven years. Now, at the age of twenty nine, she was a mother of two, a home-maker. She was confined within the walls of her husband's house, sharing the house with a nagging mother-in-law, as most average Indian families did. Her all-day working husband left her at the mercy of his mother, who treated her not more l...
It is hard to identify the exact starting point of my peccadillo. It is also hard to put a precise label on it. Exhibitionism comes closest. But it isn't exactly exhibitionism, at least not the way I generally see the word being used. I don't think of myself as an exhibitionist because I have never really enjoyed exhibiting myself to others. At least I have...
My first experience with window dressing (or undressing) was extremely thrilling but I soon learned there were repercussions to my naughty behavior. The very next day my roommates and I started getting a slew of obscene phone calls that were obviously the result of my naked adventure. Before I go on allow me to explain my dorm situation and the dorm phone sy...
Mir Yusaf Adil met my limousine when it pulled up to what they said was the Sports House within the complex of pools and various game courts, in addition to stables and a polo ring, that was in fairly distant sight of the palace itself. The palace complex seemed to be huge—almost taking up, it appeared, half the territory of all of Balrampur. "Come on throu...
We have all been getting along really well. David enrolled in the local community college and would be starting in September. David was also looking for a part-time job. Carol and I were going to the local State College and starting back about the same time. It was already the middle of August and we only had a couple more weeks before our schedules would ge...
I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a little longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results. As alway...
A holiday is meant to be restful so Jean suggested they should take time to do the things other people do. Saturday and Sunday afternoon were spent visiting historic sites and enjoying the local amenities. The Asian boy may be keener to see them again if he was made to wait, Jean reasoned. Either that, she said to herself, or after having had chance to refle...
Simi's Story Chapter 1 – Loving Wives Tag: Submissive Indian Wife Exposes For Her Husband's Pleasure Author's note: This is the story of Simran, an Indian Woman who does all sorts of things for her husband's pleasure. First she exposes herself in front of other women. In the next part the readers will read how she engages in lesbian sex and then group sex,...
Extremely careful though he was Chandru knew his wife would one day catch him with the goods. It happened that Saturday evening. He heard Malavi open the door. He was not to blame; the mouse stalled and he was not able to get the cursor fast enough to the upper corner of the screen to close the file. Malavi was standing behind him staring at the monitor. The...
Indian Summer - A Fantasy It was the hottest Indian summer on record. Everyone was irritable to the point of cracking. Someone even said that Old Charlie cracked the other day and killed some punk who tried to break into his place. Jack knew he had to keep his cool, despite all that was happening in his life. He was miserable, he wasn't happy at his job. Hi...